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Markus "Shadowfaux" Vasco [120] "If we do not maintain justice, justice will not maintain us. "
Lucian Mitchell [120] what doesn't kill me makes me vicious

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Markus stayed to the shadows of the metal rafters of the building, staking cloaked thanks to his abilities. Thoughts ran through his mind as he planned on what they'd do, how far the training would go and what they'd be doing until their plans came be and if they'd go off without a hitch. Time had slowly passed by as he remained hidden, thoughts began to go through his mind if Lucian had changed his mind and decided to just not end up coming. He sighed and was about to get back to his feet when he heard soft footsteps enter. He kept his ears perked to where the sound came from, seeing a figure walk in from the darkness down below. Lucian. A smirk formed on his face when he heard Lucian call out his name, knowing he was here. Somewhere. Anywhere seeing he blended in with the darkness that surrounded them except for the poor excuse for lighting that they had, which would occasionally flicker.

Markus dropped down from above, landing softly, and slowly walked towards Lucian, a few feet separating the two. "Lucian." he said plainly, and before Lucian would be able to have enough time to react he formed a barrier around the both of them, disappearing from sight for a moment, and then reappearing right behind Lucian. A small grin formed on his face as he spoke in a low tone, "You sure you really want to do this?" he said with a sly smirk.

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LUCIAN MITCHELL
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The feeling that someone had been in his apartment had weighed heavily on Lucian's mind. And then Markus appeared and didn't waste any time in getting ready for a fight. Having Markus right behind Lucian usually would have been a prompt for a flirtatious comment, but instead, Lucian just grinned. Nothing like a fight to relax the mind. Tactics started flooding through Lucian's mind.

Markus seemed to tend to like to use constructs of one form or another. Distance wasn't an issue as such, but Lucian knew that when their powers were matched against each other, distance would work better for Lucian. That said, when they were dealing with the goons, they needed to be prepared to assume that their abilities wouldn't be as effective. So, instead, Lucian, still facing away from Markus, threw himself backwards and used the momentum he created to pull Markus over his shoulder, throwing him against the ground and pinning him there.

"You think I'm going to go easy on you, Vasco? You can think again," Lucian said, leaning in close to Markus' ear as he spoke. "First mistake. We've seen they have some level of resistance to our abilities. That implies that they're aware of them. Don't waste your energy on trying to spook them. Either keep them at a distance, or go physical." He instructed. When he'd been on the streets, he'd learned quickly that a scared teenage kid was an easy target and you drew the wrong kinds of people. He'd also learned that some of them would go from wanting to steal his sleeping bag to wanting him dead if he revealed he had abilities, and so he'd had to learn to fight without giving himself away. The difference was, that if you put up a fight, they'd generally lose interest and move on, looking for an easier target. That wasn't an option here.

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Markus grinned as Lucian spoke. He knew he was right, he had to admit that much. They knew what they were up against, for the most part, people that knew what their powers were and their general fighting patterns. They'd be nothing but easy targets for them, and it caused a bit of anxiety to form in his stomach. Normally, he fought people he could easily have an advantage over, normal people without powers. Common goons and robbers, murderers, robbers, and the like, but the people they were training to go up against were different. They had powers, at least some of them did, but the majority of them didn't and they were still able to resist their abilities. He took a deep sigh, easily pushing off Lucian and getting back to his feet. "I hate it when you're right." he said with a grin as he formed a dark and shadowy cloak around him, small, slender like tendrils formed from the mist that encased case his form and disappeared into the darkness. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

All went silent as he retreated to his domain. For others, it would be impossible to see anything. Being able to see anything more than a few inches from you face was impossible. But Markus knew that if Lucian focused enough, he'd detect him easily. From the darkness Markus spoke, his voice sounding like a ghostly whisper that came from all around Lucian, using his control over the darkness to his advantage. "If you can't see your enemy, what do you do, Lucian?" he questioned, his voice coming across as more of a tease than a genuine question. He knew if Lucian were to focus on where Markus was, he'd be a sitting duck. From within the shadows, Markus was able to see clearly, albeit it felt more like looking through night vision, everything had an odd shape and aurora around it. Something that took his mind a while to accustom to, as seeing in the dark didn't come easily to him, he spent far too long trying to perfect his visibility. "So, Lucian. What is it?" he mused from the darkness, his voice sounding right behind Lucian in the darkness. But would Lucian's attack really be going for Markus if he decided to attack blindly into the dark abyss, or was it simply one of Markus' tricks at attempting an attack of his own..?

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Lucian didn't resist as Markus pushed him off, instead just climbing back onto his own feet and brushing himself down a little. He just smirked as Markus joked about hating it when he was right, before the shadows wrapped around Markus and he apparently disappeared from view. Lucian had to resist the temptation to roll his eyes. Ever the dramatic type.

Somebody else might have been more startled by the ghostly whisper, but Lucian just smirked and pulled a shield around himself. The slight glimmer of the force field gave off a little more light and made it easier to see his immediate surroundings. It did nothing to cut through the darkness of the warehouse, but Lucian didn't need any more light as it was. He had everything he needed.

"Oh, Markus, darling," he drawled, a mimicry of his own speech patterns. Attacking straight away was a fool's game. "You're hiding from me. Are you too afraid to come face to face with me? Too afraid to try me in hand-to-hand?" He called, his voice light and taunting. "No need to be a gentleman, darling. I'm not afraid to play rough."

There, in the shadows. Markus' voice had apparently come from right behind Lucian, but Lucian swore he could see something or someone. Still. It could be a trick. A clever trick, to be fair. If he attacked, he'd be momentarily exposed and if he targeted wrong, it would be the perfect chance for Markus to attack him.

"Well, first things first, if you were targeting multiple targets, as we well might be, they'd more than likely just divide the room between them and start firing. How would you deal with that, Markus?" He called, throwing his arms wide and turning, scanning the room as he did so. [color=#2d2a2f]"And not to mention, if one of them can punch through this lovely force field of mine, they may well have developed some form of night vision. They might be able to see you perfectly clearly."[/color[

Distraction was always key in these circumstances, he'd learned. Keep talking, keep them distracted, and look for a way out. He knew exactly what he would do in this circumstance in reality- but it was something he hadn't done in a long time and he wasn't sure he still had the control to do it without causing destruction or seriously harming Markus and ruining all of their plans. He wasn't trying it now.

So, instead, he hurled a blast of energy towards where he was pretty sure Markus was and let the force carry him backwards a few steps, just in case Markus had been behind him. But he had to drop his shield, just for a second, to make sure that the blast wouldn't rebound or absorb any excess energy.

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Markus grinned as he watched Lucian struggle with what to do. What choice to make, if any, if he should attack behind him, or anywhere else. Proving his distraction of throwing his voice around proved to be useful, but it only did so much. He knew Lucian was smart, and Lucian knew Markus was one for showing off. He rolled his eyes at the taunts from Lucian, sure, they hit a bit hard, but he wasn't going to fall for it, not yet. It was far too soon to go for the offensive. For now he'd stay in the shadows where he felt most comfortable, simply observing Lucian. It was when Lucian began droning on with an obvious distraction he rolled his eyes again, remaining silent as he walked silently in the darkness. Originally, he was indeed behind Lucian. Watching him like a hawk, a predator watching his prey from the darkness. The last thing that he expected was for Lucian to fire off an attack to his left, which was aimed right for Markus, "Oh fuck." was all he was able to say before the attack made impact. Before he could react fast enough he was blown back and thrown into a wall, groaning slightly as he slowly groveled on the cement ground. Slowly and steadily he made it back to his feet as he rubbed his head, a small trickle of blood slid down his face as the wall cut his forehead. "Alright, Mitchel. Next time, shut up." he said with a smirk as he shot off an attack of his own, shadowy tendrils erupted from behind Lucian, attempting to wrap around his arms and leg, holding him in place.

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Lucian just smirked at the sound of a crash and a swear, taking it that he'd aimed correctly. But he let himself wait for a minute longer than he should have done to make sure that Markus hadn't been seriously hurt. He sometimes had trouble judging the force he used, and he really didn't feel like trying to find somebody else to carry out this insane plan with at this stage.

But Markus was on his feet and being snarky. Lucian went to throw back up his shield, but found that he'd let his guard drop for a moment too long as shadows started to wrap around his arms and leg. "You can't say it didn't work, though," he retorted, momentarily testing the strength of the shadows holding him in place. "I wanted to distract you, and your forehead says it worked. But good move on using my momentary distraction to retaliate," he said. Already, he was plotting ways to try and get out of it.

There was one immediate way he knew. But, again, he didn't trust himself enough to use it. The last time... well, it had done exactly what he'd wanted in that it had broken him free, but the force had killed the man, and Lucian severely doubted his ability to control it any better here. He needed to practice, pick back up a bit more control, but not yet. "So, Markus. What do you do when your target isn't visibly freaked out by the attack?" He asked. One leg was still free, but he doubted that he'd be able to use that for anything. So instead, he scanned the room, trying to see if there was anything he could telepathically throw at Markus. The room seemed tragically bare, nothing even that he could use to distract, but he refused to let the disappointment show. Part of him was mostly just curious to see what exactly Markus was going to do to him. So he let himself wait, just raising an eyebrow at the hero. There was always using his telepathy on Markus himself if he needed to.

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Markus slowly walked towards Lucian with small emotion written across his face as he listened to Lucian speaking. A small smirk creased his lips when Lucian retorted about the small cut on his forehead as blood trickled down it. Wiping the blood from his brow he nodded silently. "You are right about at least one thing, ya know." he spoke, his voice sounding cold and emotionless as he continued stalking his way towards Lucian. As he closed the distance a small blade formed in his right hand, it has a shadowy aura that seemed to move on its own, as if the blade itself was alive. Markus slowly raised the blade up to the man's throat, gently pressing it against the tender skin of his throat, but not pressing it in hard enough to break any skin. He watched as Lucian clearly struggled to get himself free, another shadowy tendril reached from the ground, and found itself wrapping itself around his other leg, holding it in place.

Markus could tell what Lucian was thinking, from his eyes dodging all around the area, looking for something to either cause a distraction or use as a projectile against Markus. A soft chuckle broke the silence as he stepped away, the shadows disappearing and loosening their grip on Lucian as they slowly disappeared. "Fear tactics aren't the only thing that I use." with simple ease Markus swept his foot out in the direction of one of Lucian's legs, trying to get him to lose his balance and hopefully fall to the ground. "Element of surprise is another." he said with a grin as Markus kept the blade close to Lucian's throat all the while but made sure not to harm either one in the process.

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LUCIAN MITCHELL
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The moment he felt another shadow wrapping around his leg was the moment he knew he was screwed. He found himself making a mental note. Next time, don't stand still long enough for Markus to pin him in place. There was a moment, as Markus walked towards him, that Lucian realised what an absolutely brilliant villain Markus would have made. Damn his morals, he had all the style for it. Lucian just smirked at Markus as the hero raised the knife to Lucian's throat. He'd underestimated him.

He thought that Markus was ending the fight as he stepped away, letting the shadows disappear. But then a swift leg knocked Lucian's feet from underneath him and he hit the ground, falling away from Markus. He fell hard on one wrist, feeling it twist painfully. He stifled a cry of pain as Markus was there again, the knife back at Lucian's throat. Lucian just forced out a laugh.

"Well, Markus, darling, you certainly surprised me," he admitted. "You would have made a great villain, you know. You've certainly got a flair. Never did have time for all of those macho types who just punched the bad man to try and make him stop talking. They were so boring to fight, so easy to outsmart. So, are you going to let me back up or are you just enjoying this position a little too much?" He asked. He knew that he, at least, could go for another round, but he also didn't want to push himself too hard. Right now, he might be able to avoid the crushing migraine the following day. Part of him wanted to push harder, to really see how hard he could fight, but he also had to be sensible. They needed to train every night, and if he was incapacitated with a migraine, then training would be the only thing he would be any good for tomorrow.

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Markus watched as Lucian lost his balance and fell to the ground, a slight smirk creased his lips for only a moment before a look of slight panic overtook his face as he saw the expression on Lucian's face shift as he landed. Normally he would have given him a smart assed retort back, but he couldn't help but feel a slight ting of guilt as he knew Lucian had hurt his wrist due to him, shaking his head he gently helped Lucian back to his feet as the blade in his hand simply vanished into mist and it was gone. Markus sighed for a moment and then looked at Lucian, "I don't think I would have made a good villain. I honestly think I would have been the one that annoyed everyone else, more than I already do." he said with a slight smile before turning away, observing the area once more as he thought he heard something, shaking his head as it must have just been his paranoia acting up again. He always was a paranoia filled person, more so than Lucian if he was being honest.

A small chuckle erupted from his throat as a small thought crossed his mind, "Anyway, I think it's gotten late enough...We should probably call it quits for tonight and then come back tomorrow." he said rather calmly, feeling like this place was slowly closing in on him, which he knew was just a slight case of claustrophobia. He never did like being in one place for too long if he was being honest. "What says you, shall we be done for tonight?"

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Lucian rolled his eyes and smirked a little at the look of concern on Markus' face. "I'm fine, Markus, darling, just twisted my wrist. I've done worse to myself," he said. "But your concern is flattering, really." He sighed as he suggested that it had gotten late and that they should come back tomorrow, before nodding. "Same time, same place. See you then, darling," he said, retrieving his backpack from where he'd dropped it and pulling it on. "Oh, and Markus? I don't find you annoying in the slightest," he called as he left.

He knew from the moment he left that he was being followed. They were smart about it too. They stayed far enough behind him that it wasn't immediately obvious, and when Lucian took a winding path home, they didn't follow him, only reappearing behind him once he returned to his normal path. But he'd followed enough people to know all the tricks and tell-tale signs. So when he got in to his apartment and they still hadn't made a move, Lucian knew that he probably only had a matter of time. It was really a smart move. They had clearly learned that there was no chance of them beating him and Markus when they were together, so they attacked immediately after they had split. Lucian locked the door behind him, knowing that would only buy him a few more seconds.

He locked his bedroom door as well, pulling away the false panel from the back of his wardrobe and opening the safe. He had a dummy safe in the sitting room in a slightly more conspicuous area with some cash and some keepsakes in the hope that if someone broke in and found it, they wouldn't look any harder, and wouldn't discover the false panel in the back of his wardrobe. Into this one, he put the backpack, his laptop, and his notes. He took out his phone and texted Markus the safe code and his phone password with no other context. As he heard the banging start at his front door, sounding like someone trying to kick it in as opposed to just eagerly knocking, he typed up a note on his phone.

If you're reading this, something bad happened to me. First of all, I hope you're on some epic revenge quest to avenge me. Second of all, I have a list of journalists and other important people saved to my laptop. I have a file with all the data on everyone behind this. Email it to them. Leak the information and get out. Get yourself a new identity and lie low.

It was a pleasure working with you and i hope it works out.

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He left the note open on his phone, before locking it and throwing it in to the safe with the rest of the stuff, before locking it and replacing the panel. He'd just got back in to the bedroom when they kicked in his bedroom door. Five of them, big ugly thugs. Lucian didn't waste time with his usual teasing. One of them went flying against the nearest wall with a sickening thump. He punched the nearest one in the face and drove an elbow into another's stomach. But there was too many of them for even him. One of them got behind him and wrapped strong arms around his chest, lifting him into the air easily. Lucian aimed a kick at one of their faces- but then he felt a needle go into his neck and a moment of cold, sharp, pain. And then everything went black.

The thug threw Lucian over his shoulder easily, as though he weighed nothing. They duct taped his hands and mouth before throwing him into the trunk of a car, before disappearing in to the night.

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Markus couldn't help but form the faintest of smiles as Lucian said they'd meet here tomorrow, "Sounds good." he said as he waved Lucian off, turning as he went to retrieve he stopped as he heard Lucian call out, saying that he hadn't found him annoying at all. He found himself shaking his head, Lucian must have just been trying to be nice, right? Markus had been an annoyance to every single citizen, law enforcement member, and villains and heroes alike ever since he was younger. Yeah, that was it, simply him being nice, nothing more, nothing less. That was the only thing Markus kept telling himself as he gathered his things and left, parting ways with Lucian for the night. Walk back was rather quick, didn't hurt that Markus had used his abilities to make it home faster, but it was getting cold and he just wanted to go home, shower and sleep. He tossed his things onto the couch as he walked in the door, locking it behind him as he entered.

He quickly showered and got into his bed for the first time in a few days, all considered that Lucian had been staying at his home for a while now, a small ting of loneliness hit him as he laid there, staring at the ceiling. He picked up his phone and mindlessly looked at a few apps and websites, trying to lull himself to sleep. He found himself opening up his messages, his thumb hovered over the option to message Lucian, but he figured it was best to leave him alone, the last thing he wanted to do was bother him after having said their goodbyes, and as badly as he wanted to make sure he had gotten back safely, he found himself tossing his phone onto the nightstand and found himself drifting off into the dreamworld shortly after. The morning sunlight came through his window all too quickly, a low and annoyed groan came from Markus as he rolled around in his bed. Struggling to stay in bed was always a tough battle for him, especially when he was as exhausted as he was, but he had work to do before seeing Lucian that night. He found himself getting out of bed slowly and preparing himself for the workday ahead of him, after getting changed he was already downstairs preparing for breakfast, but only for one this morning as he remembered it was just him. A small sigh escaped his lips as he sat down and ate his food in neverending silence. He used to love the silence that filled his home, knowing he was the only one there always filled him with a sense of relief, but now...Now, this silence reminded him of just how empty and lonely his life was.

He sighed as he straightened up his apartment before heading for the parlor down the street. The day passed by slowly for him as it was one of those mundane days. Few and far between people came by, either to get a tattoo then and there, or to simply browse their selection, or to set up an appointment. He had a few customers, but they were all the same, silent for the most part and avoided all forms of small talk unless they were asking how it was turning out. But for the most part it was the soft, dulling buzz of the tattoo machine and the faint music that played in the background. He found himself drifting off into his thoughts, what were they going to do if their plans failed? Or what if this was all just one very well planned out trap? He found himself shaking his head to himself. If it was, so be it, Scarriden wouldn't miss someone like him. As the day had gone on Markus finally found himself finishing up his shift and getting everything cleaned up at the parlor and finally walked back to his apartment after getting some food. He thought something was off until he realized what it was, why all day something didn't feel right. He had left his phone on the nightstand at his apartment. After making a b-line for his home he ran up the stairs after closing and locking the door behind him and scooped his phone up as he sat on his bed. And of course, as he'd figure, it was dead. He searched for the charge and after finally finding it and letting it charge, life was back in the small device. A small smile formed on his face when he saw a message from Lucian, but a small ting of worry hit him when he saw the timestamp, it was shortly after he fell asleep, and that was probably when his phone died as he never checked it all that morning.

Panic finally set in when he read the message. It was a series of numbers, numbers he didn't know until he got a hunch for what they were. It was a sequence, and then a smaller batch of numbers. Whatever they were, he knew they were important. The fact there wasn't any more information in the text made even more anxiety fill him. Something wasn't right, and he was scared that he had only now noticed it. He swore to and at himself for not having not only charged his phone but not checking it like he usually did. Something was clearly wrong after they left last night, and now he only noticed. He wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to Lucian, again. Markus found himself running out of his room and apartment and made a b-line for Lucian's place. Using his abilities to temporarily and sporadically teleport from one place to another until he arrived near Lucian's. Stopped about a hundred feet or so as he caught his breath, his breathing was rapid and shallow as he felt his heartbeat like a drum in his chest as his lungs burned, as well as that tightened and burning feeling one gets in the back of their throat after running. Nothing seemed out of place as he slowly made his way to his apartment, putting his hood up as he scouted out the place, nothing stood out until he saw the door to his apartment. It was kicked in.

His stomach dropped and Markus formed a small blade in his hand and kept it close as he crept close to the door, not making as sound as he entered. There was no one. Not even a single sound. The apartment was completely empty as he searched, having formed a mask of shadow over his face as a way to hide his identity. Silently Markus searched his apartment, but there was nothing. Except for the obvious sign of a struggle in one of the rooms. He found himself meditating as he calmed himself down. He needed to reach out and be able to sense something. What would Lucian want him to look for? It was then that the numbers made sense, it was a code and then a password. There was something he was supposed to look for. He searched all throughout his room, tearing the room apart as he searched for anything. Papers? No. Books? No. He searched under and in the bed, nothing. In his desk, nothing. He sat down on Lucian's bed, defeated as he sighed, combing his hands and fingers through his hair. He mind raced for anything, something. That was until his eyes landed on the wardrobe in front of him. It was the only thing he didn't touch. He slowly stood to his feet and opened it, common items and miscellaneous items. But something didn't feel right, not until he noticed a panel was the slightest bit off. He removed it and saw what was obviously a bilt in safe. "You genius bastard." he muttered to himself, pulling out his phone and putting in the obvious safe code and heard it disengage as it opened. He took what was inside, a phone, files, and papers and his laptop. He removed all of those items and closed the panel and wardrobe. After cleaning up the room he left as if he was never there.

Once Markus was finally home, and was sure no one followed him, he plugged in his own phone as well as Lucians. He unlocked his phone thanks to the passcode he was texted and saw the note that was left. "God dammit!" Markus mumbled as he realized he was so careless. He should have followed his gut, and texted him. called him. Made sure he was okay. And now, now he had to go and rescue Lucian, again. A low growl escaped his lips as he stood up and put everything away in a safe place. He needed to go find Lucian, but there was-yes, he had one way of finding Lucian. It would be an illegal act, but he needed to know where to find him. He gritted his teeth and he would wait, wait until it was dark enough for him to act.

As time went by, the moon finally being high enough in the sky Markus found himself on the rooftops on the city. He was in a steakout near Lucian's place. Pulling out his laptop behind a small wall of darkness to keep him out of eyesight Markus hacked his way into the security cameras, if he was lucky he would see who took Lucian and where they went, at least the general area, and that would be his next step in finding him. Funny really, a hero having to go on a rescue mission for a villain. "I'll find you, Luc...I promise." he found himself muttering under his breath silently.

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All Lucian knew was pain. He had no idea how much time had passed. Apparently, after the first time they'd let him become anywhere near fully conscious, they'd learned he was a handful. They'd made the mistake of trying to talk to him and had gotten a string of abuse and smartassery. When he'd been conscious but gagged, he'd telepathically thrown one of them against a wall. So now they kept him under the haze of sedation. Any time he seemed to be anywhere near conscious, they'd drag him to the floor, beat the shit out of him, and drug him again.

He probably shouldn't have said that about the ugliest one's mother, in hindsight.

He had no idea how much time had passed. Hours? Days? Weeks? He was guessing somewhere around the days mark, if only because he hadn't died of dehydration yet. He had no idea what their plan was for him, but it apparently didn't involve preserving his beautiful face or keeping him intact. If they hoped to get information out of him... well, he'd need to start thinking of some more insults.

He didn't see himself getting out of this alive.

But he could buy time. Buy time for Markus to figure something out. Because Markus had to be looking... right? He wouldn't have just left Lucian like that, would he? The thought of not being missed gave him a sickening sense of deja vu. Markus had said it was happening again. Lucian had never thought this would happen to him again.

It only seemed to get worse as time went on. When he heard their voices, they only seemed to get angrier. Something wasn't working out. Killing him was mentioned more than once. But their anger meant one thing. They got sloppy. And Lucian clung on to that like a lifeline. Sloppy meant that they weren't watching him as closely. Sloppy meant that he had valuable minutes, even an hour, where he'd be conscious, just pretending not to be. And that was time to plot. Time to build his energy. And time to wait, to wonder.

To hope that this time, he might be able to make a difference.

He used the pain to steel his focus. Instead of letting it dull his senses, like it was so tempting to, he used it to fight the drug. It never worked. It bought him a few extra seconds, minutes maybe, but he knew he wasn't going to fight it off entirely. So he had to be ready to use those seconds to his advantage. You could kill somebody in a few seconds if you needed to, if you tried hard enough.

He wanted to believe that somebody was coming. That somebody had noticed his absence. But waiting for somebody to save him hadn't ended so well last time. He needed to do everything he could to save himself, and give himself every chance of making it out alive. Last time, he'd gotten lucky. He'd been a kid, and they'd underestimated him. But this wasn't their first time dealing with him, and he got the impression he wouldn't make that mistake again.

And then, finally, it came the time. It wasn't exactly his choice. Keeping him hydrated had been down their list of priorities, and he could feel it. He was weak, and he was only going to get weaker. And when they spoke about killing him, it sounded something that was more like a matter of time away instead of something they were considering. He was blindfolded and gagged, but he was conscious. Or, as conscious as he was going to get. And he waited. Waited until he knew they'd noticed he hadn't been drugged for a while. And as they started to drag him to the floor, he fought back. He didn't need to be able to see to lash out, blasting the nearest one in the chest. That gave him time to rip off the blindfold and see the next one coming at him. But they'd done this to him once before, and this time, he didn't hesitate. He released as much energy as he dared into a concentrated blast, outward from his body, knocking them all backwards. They hit the floor and not one of them tried to get up. He ripped off the duct tape they had over his mouth and looked desperately around for another weapon. One of them had a knife, and Lucian grabbed it, rooting through them all for anything. He ended up with two knifes and a syringe full of whatever they'd been using to knock him out. He was limited on time. He highly doubted the blast had been enough to kill any of them, and it had severely weakened him. He needed to get somewhere safe, somewhere away from them. But near enough that he could make it without collapsing and ideally that he'd have enough energy left to fight them whenever they did come. But he could hear more noise now, sounding like more people arriving on the scene. The storage closet he found wasn't ideal, but it would do. He crept inside, tightly gripping the knife, and praying that the sound might just be help arriving.

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Time passed by slowly, all too slowly as Markus say atop the rooftops, glued to his computer screen as he put all of his focus on the screen before him. He had to, no, he needed to find Lucian and bring him back. Not only would their plan fail if Lucian was killed, but part of Markus knew he had to find him, he had to bring him back and make sure he was okay. Even with their own different views and opinions, Markus had part of him caring for Lucian, not exactly sure why. But Lucian had proven to not only be a valuable asset, but he also proved to be a good person, despite all of Lucian's insistence on him not being one. He could have easily let Markus be killed countless times, or even killed him himself, or turned him over to people that wanted Markus dead. But he didn't. Normally Markus wouldn't find himself overthinking like this, but he cared. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he cared. He'd do whatever it took to get Lucian back, and then make sure to kill Lucian himself when it was all said and over with.

After hours of watching the old camera footage over the past few hours, he finally caught something after hours of staring at nothing out of the ordinary. Around one in the morning, a large truck pulled up outside of Lucian's house after he had got inside his apartment. Normally it would have been nothing odd, but the camera managed to pick up proof that something was wrong. Thankfully he was able to see the truck pull away and go into a direction he knew all too well, even after it was distorted and cut out countless times. He had a gut feeling that Lucian had been captured and thrown into the truck and brought who knows where. It was all he needed, he gathered all of his belongings, and after hiding them someplace safe he made his way in the direction of where the truck went, especially after getting the license plate number and began tracking it, it was easy. That was until he found the truck ditched in an old alleyway. The back doors were left open and the truck had been running when they left it. He shook his head and examined the area and the truck. Nothing, except for a few spare notes. After putting the notes in his pockets he casually walked down the street, acting as though he was alone, but knew full well that people were now following him, it was a trap. And a smart one at that, be careless enough and make a paper trail for someone to follow, or make it seem careless. Markus went down several different alleyways and streets, finding that no matter where he went, large and tall men dressed in black coats followed at a distance.

He found himself ducking into a darkened alleyway as three men followed from behind, slowly closing in on him until he disappeared into the darkness. Two of the men had rushed after him as he dipped behind the wall, to only be stopped by the larger one as he grabbed them by the shoulders as he spoke with a hushed voice, "Are you two insane? You know who he is, right? This is exactly what he wants-" he started to speak, but was quickly cut off as he was yanked back violently and pulled into the darkness as his scream faded into a whisper and then was quickly hushed. The two remaining men simply looked at each other, and then back to where the third was pulled into, "G-Greg?" one of them questioned, before pulling out a long and sharp blade as they looked on in fear as the other formed fists. An unknown object came rocketing out of the shadows before them and landed at their feet. Slowly looking down with an inquisitive look, that soon turned to horror and slightly disgusts when they realized what they were looking at. It was a red, rather medium-sized form, with five smaller appendages protruding out at the top and side. One of the men covered his mouth in revolt as the other turned and emptied the contents of his stomach at the grotesque sight, as the tattoos on the form gave away what it was. "Care to give me a hand, fellas?" a deep voice spoke out from the darkness. Just as quickly at the limb was tossed from the darkness, another one of the men was forcefully pulled in as tendrils wrapped around his foot and pulled him in, his screams too ended in a hush as the last one looked on. "Alright you, fucker. Just come out before I-" he was cut off as shadowing tendrils wrapped around him neck and pulled him down forcefully, and to his knees. The man gasped for breath as the tendrils slowly squeezed tighter and tighter as Markus emerged from the darkness. "I'll let you live, if you tell me where he is." he said with a cold and monotone voice.

"I-I don't know where he is! We're just grunts, we don't know anything, I swear!" he exclaimed. Markus gave him a cold and emotionless grin as he kneeled down in front of the man as a blade formed in his hand, "Bullshit." he whispered as he plunged the knife into the man's shoulder, icy cold and numb, yet burning sensation formed in his shoulder and slowly trickled down his arm as the knife was pushed in further into his flesh, and slowly his bone. The man groaned as tears filled his eyes and trickled down his face, "F-fine...I'll bring you where Maelstom is, just don't kill me." Markus grinned as he patted the man's head, "Thank you. But I never said who I was looking for, at least not by name." he said coldly as he dug the blade further into the man's arm. Markus forced the man to his feet, and keeping the man's arms tied behind his back he was lead to where they were supposedly holding Lucian.

As time finally passed, they arrived at an old building. Not one that was falling apart, but one that was old in age, built of brick and stone. Clearly some rather important building in the past. He pushed the man ahead as they walked in, "You say anything, you die where you stand." he whispered as they entered the building. After passing a brief moment of a security check, Markus was lead into an elevator. "He's on the bottom floor, last room down the hall. It's not hard to miss it." the man said with a whimper. He was clearly terrified despite his large and intimidating appearance. Markus grinned as he placed his hand on the man's shoulder, "Consider this mercy." he said coldly as shadows covered the cameras, hiding him from being identified. The man looked up and with one quick motion, a crescent of blood filled the air as the man fell to his feet, clutching his throat as blood poured out through the deep wound. Markus stepped over the fresh body of the man as he exited the elevator, causing a shadow to cover his face as a mask as he continued to march down the hallway.

As he marched his way down to where Lucian was supposedly being held he ducked behind a pile of boxes as a group of five men ran down the hall, headed to where Lucian was. It was then that Markus heard a crash, followed by another one as people seemed to be under attack. "You insane bastard." he mumbled as he grinned, and marched back down the hallway. One grunt appeared out of nowhere as he went for a punch aimed for Markus' stomach, with his reflexes he dodged out of the way, grabbing the man's arm, and brought his own elbow down on the joint, hearing a sickening crunch. The man groaned in agony as he clutched his arm, "You fuck-" he was cut off as Markus seized him by the throat, holstering him into the air, "Where is he?" he demanded, this time with a deep and guttural growl in his voice. "Fuck you." the man spat. Markus sighed and tossed the man into the wall with enough force to hear a snap, the man went lifeless and limp as he slumped to the ground. Markus continued his march forward as more grunts ran down the hallways towards him, Markus outstretched his hands, shadows forming all around the men as he used as much of his strength as he could as the shadow tendrils tightened around the men in a fashion where their bodies pulsated and then with no warning seemingly exploded, blood and slimy viscus slumping to the floor was a wet slosh sound as limbs and torsos landed on the plain white flooring, staining it a dark red.

As Markus neared the final room he felt a piercing pain in his side, turning his head as a man jumped out of nowhere, digging a blade into Markus' side. "Fuck off." he muttered as he grabbed the man and flipped him over, giving the man a few good kicks to the face as he continued on, with a small limp now as he could feel blood trickle down his side. He'd need to stitch up his side once again, but only after he got out of here with Lucian. Markus limped forward, finally passing through those doors. No one was to be seen as several bodies laid on the floor, pools of blood everywhere as cracked skulls and limbs were shattered. He was smart enough to know what happened, no other sign of an explosion or what have you. There was only one person that could have done such an otherwise clean act. Markus looked all around the room, as he finally tilted his head toward the wardrobe as he leaned against the wall, clutching his side as the pain finally hit him. "L-Luc...? You..You can come out now, you bastard.." he spoke loud enough for Lucian to hear him, wherever he was. "I'd make it quick, I don't doubt they have backup coming anytime soon now."

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Things were far too quiet for Lucian's liking. It was only now that he was forced to be still, with nothing to concentrate on other than himself, that the sheer amount of pain hit him. He was pretty sure that every single rib was at least cracked. Breathing was harder than he had initially realised too, his breath catching as the pain overwhelmed his body's desire to breathe. He clutched the knife tightly, determined to at least not let his panic get the better of him.

And then there was a voice. At first, he didn't dare let himself believe. His mind had played the odd trick on him before, as the sedation wore off and the pain just became too strong to bear. He swore that he'd seen Markus, heard his voice once or twice during those times. But then Markus called out again, and Lucian knew he was real. He opened the door and braced himself, afraid that something more would happen. But Markus was standing there and he was alone. Lucian could have collapsed with relief. There was a moment when he swore his legs were on the edge of giving out. He didn't know how long his legs were going to hold him up now. Now that the adrenaline was gone, the pain and the exhaustion and the weakness seemed to just strengthen with every heartbeat.

"Knew you'd come avenge me," He said. He coughed a little, and the pain intensified. He leaned against the nearest wall, having to breathe through it. He looked up at Markus again and frowned. "Oh shit, Markus, you're bleeding," he said. He somehow made it to Markus, but instead of being able to help, he instead had to grab Markus' arm to steady himself. "Fucking hell, we're a right pair of troublemakers, aren't we," he mumbled through the dizziness.

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Markus grinned as Lucian slowly emerged from his hiding place, knowing full well that Lucian was prepared to fight with whatever energy he had left simply by the first look on his face and his body language, which all changed when his eyes laid on Markus. "Sure you did, you bastard." he said with a sly grin, but grimaced as he could feel the stab wound in his side slowly tearing open more whenever he moved or even spoke. He did his best to grin and bare it as Lucian talked, but noticed the change in his voice and expression when his eyes glossed over Markus' wound by his side. "I'll be fine, trust me." he said rather harshly as he panted heavily, moving his hand by his side a shadow-like substance formed around the wound, it would help from him bleeding out, but it wouldn't help heal it or last very long. All it would do is help buy them more time until they got out of there. Markus helped Lucian back to his feet as well as he could, helping hold him as the two walked out of the room and back into the hallway that he had come from. Markus hadn't anticipated how macabre it really was. The once pristine white walls were now painted in red and gore as entrails and blood covered the majority of the interior of that part of the hallway. "I wouldn't look down if I were you." he muttered as they brushed past the remains of the guards, stepping over an upper half of a torso, or what one would consider it if had been still intact.

As they shuffled down the empty, silent, and bloodsoaked corridor not a word was uttered until they got near the elevator. One of the men was still alive as he was rather literally clinging onto life as he held his entrails close to his torn into the midsection. A large trickle of blood sputtered from him lips as he wordlessly mouthed the words 'help' to them. Markus simply shook his head and sighed, without a word or even a reaction the mad was silenced as a dark spear-like formation impaled him in his chest, a soft gasp of air exited his lips as the light in his eyes finally faded. Markus helped Lucian into the elevator finally and pushed him up against the wall as he pressed the button to go back upstairs, "I don't know what we'll find up there..." he muttered, as if almost to himself as a rather vacant look overtook his face. The small chime of the elevator took him out of his stupor as the door opened to find nothing on the other side. The building was abandoned, no one was there like they were before, "They all left...Best to get out of here, now.." he said as he pulled Lucian back to his feet and the two made their way down the streets, taking back alleyways and less populated streets until they made it back to Markus' apartment, the door was unlocked and they made their way in as Markus put Lucian on the couch and went to go find some things for his wounds. "I-I shouldn't have let you leave by yourself...I'm sorry, Lucian.." Markus finally spoke up as he came back with some gauze and disinfectants in hand. Normally Markus wouldn't have admitted it, but he was scared that he could have lost his only ally in all of this-no, his only friend in all of this. Whether he liked it or not, that was how he was slowly becoming to feel and he could slowly feel it creeping upon him, and he didn't exactly know how to feel about it..

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Lucian had to lean heavily on Markus as they made their way out of the room. His legs were weak and he felt that sheer determination was the only thing keeping him conscious at this point. But as they stepped out in to the hall, the shock of what awaited them startled Lucian into awareness. Blood coated the walls and floor, and Lucian could see more than a few body parts. As they stumbled along the hall, Lucian listening to Markus’ advice not to look down, Lucian tried to figure out what had happened. He was too out of it with the pain and shock to realize what he had seen and what he was seeing. It was only as they were in the elevator that he realised that Markus had done that. Markus had done that... to save Lucian’s sorry ass.

Lucian tried his best to make Markus’ job as easy as possible, but he was barely conscious at this point. He had to force Markus to stop a few times to catch his breath or to throw up as a result of the pain. Markus may as well have been carrying him by the time they got to his apartment. He sank onto the couch thankfully and had to fight to keep his eyes open. “Not your fault...” he mumbled. “They drugged me, outnumbered me... probably would have just gotten you too. At least now we’re both here.”

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked, looking at Markus. “Not that I’d be able to help but... You did so much trying to save me... Don’t want you to be hurt,” he said, closing his eyes momentarily. It was so tempting to just... fall asleep. But something in him wanted to stay conscious, didn’t want to fade away just yet. “I just want out of these goddamn clothes,” he mumbled, almost to himself. He was pretty sure the clothes were stuck to his skin in places where he’d bled through them, dried blood holding skin and fabric together. “Here you are, saving my ass once again,” he said, opening his eyes again to look at Markus with a weak grin.