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Villains are not the most frightening thing in the shadows here.

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Villains are not the most frightening thing in the shadows here.

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Markus "Shadowfaux" Vasco [151] "If we do not maintain justice, justice will not maintain us. "
Lucian Mitchell [151] would you kill to prove you???re right?

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Markus silently listened to Lucian as he said to not come back for him, that he'd be fine, and wasn't needed to be worry about as he'd be with a crowd of people. Which was exactly what caused him to be worried. They could easily blend in with the crowd and get him when he's alone, or worse, cause hysteria and panic. But that was if they got desperate, he was taken out of his thoughts when he felt something slide into his hand, it was smooth and cold, metal. That much he knew for sure, but the more he felt it the easier it was to tell, he didn't even need Lucian to tell him what it was, it was his knives that he always used. He nodded and put them in his jacket, in a spot that was easily accessible and close incase anything happened and he would need them.

A small chuckle came from him when Lucian commented on the press, it was true, they were relentless, but from his passed experiences they weren't always good experiences. "Just be safe, Lucian. Can't afford to keep saving your ass." He said as he gave a small chuckle and wink, and sighed after, nodding as Lucian essentially told him to bugger off, he watched for a few moments as Lucian walked back and helped the others finish getting ready. A small knot began to form in his stomach, something didn't feel right and he could feel it, just when would something back happen next? He wasn't sure, but he kept his guard up as he took one more glance at the group of people and turned and left, deciding now was the time for him to begin to look for what he needed, but more importantly, a way to get to what he was after. Casually and carefully he began to make his way down different hallways and rooms, casually looking around and doing his best to not cause any alert to anyone he may not want to get into any trouble with as he passed by a group of people he smiled and nodded as he passed by, doing the best he could without gathering any unwanted attention to himself. He'd need to keep to the shadows and dark corners of the place if he wanted to stay completely out of any trouble, but that would only cause suspicion and alert people to what he was after and who he was, and that was something he couldn't afford, not now anyway.

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Lucian could feel the pounding music in his chest, in every cell in his body as he walked. The lights flashed an almost hypnotic rhythm. It was enough to distract him from the gnawing anxiety at the bottom of his stomach, to make him just focus on his work. Even when he disappeared backstage to finish preparing his own models, the chaos ensnared him, distracting him. If not for the ache of a broken rib every time he moved too fast, he almost could have forgotten about what had happened.

He changed back into his own suit and was monitoring the progress on stage when he could feel somebody approaching him from behind. His vague sense of calm disappeared and he whirled around, already bracing himself for a fight. But the person standing there instead made him break into a smile and run over, wrapping the other man in a hug. "Daniel! Jesus Christ, what are you doing here, darling?" He asked. Daniel returned the hug, laughing a little. "Well, somebody told me that Lucian Mitchell had finally made something of himself, and I had to come see it for myself." It seemed lighthearted, but Daniel and Lucian had met when they were seventeen, when Lucian was still on the streets and still trying to come to terms with everything that had happened to him. He had been an angry mess, and it felt that everyone else had given up on him. But not Daniel.

Daniel just stared at him for a few seconds. "Dear god, I wish I could go back in time and show seventeen year old you what you would become." Lucian struggled to find words to respond. Would seventeen year old Lucian be proud? Or horrified at the villain he would become?

"Oh, right, there was someone who also wanted to meet you." A girl, couldn't be much older than eight, peeked around Daniel's legs. "Lucian, this is Izzy. Izzy, this is Lucian." Lucian sank to his knees to reach the little girl's eye level. She appeared to hesitate for a moment, before thrusting out her hand for a handshake. Lucian grinned and returned it. "Izzy here loves your clothes. She wants a sparkly jacket like you. And, uh... she's like you too." Lucian looked up at Daniel, trying to read his face. And then it clicked. "Go on, Izzy, you can show Lucian." The little girl produced a ball of flame in one hand. It was small, but the form was impeccable. And as delighted as Lucian was, he also was struck with a terrible fear. This little girl was in danger. He smiled and straightened up. "I... that's great. Just... be careful, okay? Even heroes aren't all that safe nowadays," he warned. His walkie-talkie crackled with his cue, and Lucian glanced back towards the stage. "I've got to go. But Izzy, it was lovely to meet you. Daniel, send me on an address and I'll send Izzy something nice, okay?" He asked, and the little girl broke out into a huge smile. He scribbled his number on a piece of paper and handed it to Daniel. "It was good seeing you both."

Lucian turned and headed out onto the stage. But now, even the pounding music couldn't distract him. This fight wasn't just about people like Markus and Lucian anymore. There was kids, kids like Lucian, kids like Izzy, who would be next if they couldn't take them down. They didn't have a choice any more. They needed to destroy before they were destroyed. But he fixed a huge smile on his face as he walked out to take his bow. Markus had one section left to finish whatever he was doing and get back out here. About ten minutes. Lucian inhaled and bowed, finding that he just had to trust the hero.

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It seemed almost like an eternity, but it was merely a few minutes at most that Markus was going from room to room, hallway to hallway, looking for anything that he could find. Anything at this point would be useful, even just a single document with the information they needed would be a help at this point. Something that gave them what they needed, anything at all. He knew he was on a time limit at this point, and that time was everything, and he had one last room to check. A large group of people turned down the same hallway he was currently walking down, his hands began to sweat and his stomach began to form knots. They were just part of the event, right? Casually he walked passed them, giving them the casual wave and smile as the group passed by them. They were busy talking amongst themselves to even notice him, nevermind pay him any attention.

After they had finally gotten out of sight, Markus made a b-line for the last room that he had to check, slowly he outstretched his hand and turned the knob, to only hear a click. It was locked. Great. Not only was he on a limited amount of time, but he couldn't leave any signs of entry or a break-in, especially if there was anything incriminating in this last room. Silently he waited outside of the room, listening for any footsteps or voices of people approaching, nothing. Now was the only time he had, people would start to notice he was gone and the last thing he needs is people starting to look for him. Silently and swiftly he took out one of the knives in his coat pocket and stuck in the door, trying to get in as none violently as he could. After a few minutes, he heard a click of the lock and it slowly creaked open, stopping halfway. Markus sighed with relief and stepped into the room, nothing was out of the ordinary at first sight anyway, it looked like any old office, a desk with a table, chairs and filing cabinets along the wall, art pieces hung all across the room, and lastly a small monitor was on the desk in the center of the room.

Markus looked around the room and closed the door behind him as he entered, making sure it left no traces of him being in the room. Casually and cautiously he examined the room, searching for anything he could find as proof or help. Nothing yet. He searched through stacks of papers, nothing except what he'd expect to find notes and basic information of what he didn't care about. Finally, he sat down in the chair and turned on the monitor, and to his surprise, a few tabs were left open. Nothing incriminating, just a few regular tabs, mainly pertaining to business and the like. He groaned silently to himself as he searched through the computer, nothing. Not a single thing. He even checked through the files, everything. Not anything that they were in need of. But he remembered Lucian saying that they had something they were after. Was he lying and simply trying to get him captured as well? He very well could have but he wasn't going to let that stop him from looking. Markus sat there trying to figure out what to do, when he thought of something. If they had any information, why would they leave it so easily accessible? He grinned as he began to open up some software and began looking for things he wouldn't normally, any backdoors to software that no one should normally have.

He dug into his pocket and took out a small USB stick and looked for an input for the harddrive, when he finally found it he began working his magic. Finally after a few minutes of searching blocked and hidden filed he finally found something, a supposed drop off location from two weeks ago and a potential meeting spot in three weeks. He grinned and swiftly downloaded the files on his hard drive and began to exit out of the software program he was using when he heard the door begin to rattle and click open, as it slowly began to open he stood up, stashing the hard drive in his pocket and forcibly turning off the monitor, just in time for three large, formally dressed men to step into the small room. "Evening, gentlemen." he said with a coy smile as he felt for the knife Lucian gave him that he stashed in his right sleeve, if all else failed, he was ready to fight as he looked at the men who grinned, and crained their necks to the side as they began to walk near him.

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Lucian found himself being shoved back on stage as everyone else took their bows. As anxious as he felt, he couldn't help but laugh as one of the models linked arms with him and dragged him to the front of the stage. He took his bow and had a bouquet of flowers shoved into his hands. Just before the lights went down, he saw three large, suited men heading out into the halls. His stomach plunged into the floor. He turned and made his way backstage, intending to slip away and check on Markus.

But no such luck. His agent greeted him backstage, whisking away the bouquet of flowers, promising him that he'd get somebody to deliver them to Lucian's apartment. Instead, he had a glass of champagne pressed into his hand, and he was guided into an area that had been set aside for interviews. Of course. He put on his best, winning smile, buried that fear down at the bottom of his stomach, and answered their questions. It was brief, just a post-interview chat, but it seemed to drag by.

Eventually, he was free from the journalists. But then it was businessmen, impressed with what they had seen. Lucian had slightly less patience with them. He gave them the contact details for his agent and asked that they arranged a meeting through him. Lucian didn't want to talk business. Part of him wanted to celebrate, part of him wanted to just go find Markus and make sure that those burly men didn't completely ruin Lucian's plans.

But it was impossible to do anything but celebrate, despite Lucian's best intentions. He sipped his champagne, he laughed with his models, he posed for pictures, he signed autographs. He played the perfect part, but the gnawing feeling of anxiety combined with the aching in his chest was making it hard to breathe. Eventually, he slipped into a silent corner, drained his glass, and took a moment to breathe and to plan. There was a door that nobody seemed to be watching, and Lucian glanced around him. He quickly opened his phone and ran a tracker on Markus' phone. He was nearby. Lucian slipped out the door and silently followed the blinking dot. He could hear voices inside an open door, and crept up, putting his phone back into his pocket. The men seemed to have been those who had left the show. Lucian swore one of them had been the men who had attacked him all those weeks ago. Lucian took a deep breath, and held out a hand. Telepathically, he lifted one of them, and threw him in to the other, before pushing the door open and stepping inside to greet Markus. "Move it. Now," He ordered, beckoning Markus out of the room.

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Markus grinned as the men stared at him blankly, with dark, vacant eyes. It seemed like no one was there, and that they were simply puppets on a string, the looks on their faces lacked any and all emotion or sign of humanity. They simply stared him down as they were easily a head taller than him, Markus felt small, but not useless. He grinned as he slowly began to lower the blade from his sleeve when suddenly one of the men was forcefully slammed into the man that stood beside him from suddenly nowhere. His grin grew bigger as he knew what had happened, or more so who had come to his aid. As the third man was thrown off guard by the sudden appearance of Lucian, Markus used it to his advantage as the two other men struggled to regain consciousness, with simple ease a blade form wrapped around the last man's leg and forcefully pulled him down, perfectly level with Markus now who brought his knee into the man's chin, causing him to fall backwards unconscious.

With the three men now lying on the ground Markus quickly ran passed them and out of the door with Lucian, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him along as they ran down the corridor, passing from hallway to hallway until they were far from the room with the men. After they had ran for what felt like forever, voices could be heard coming from down the hallway, causing Markus to panic and slip into another room with Lucian, closing the door behind them he spoke quietly, "I got what we were looking for. A meeting spot and supposed drop off location. We can discuss things later after we get out of this mess. What should we do? They know we're here, and who I am now, more than likely. Do we duck out of here and leave, or what, Lucian?" Markus asked with panted breaths as he was busy trying to catch his breath.

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LUCIAN MITCHELL
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Lucian did his best to drag Markus back the way he'd came, somewhere he could easily slip back into the party. He had to stop as the pain in his ribs made him feel like somebody was sitting on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He inhaled deeply once or twice before he responded. "You need to get out of here. I need to get back to the party before someone notices I'm gone," he panted. "Just go home, lay low. Don't do anything with that data, I need to make sure that there's no trackers or anything. We both need to act normal for tonight." He leaned against the wall, taking another deep breath. "I'd invite you to the party, but both of us in the same location just seems too dangerous. We don't want to draw them out."

He straightened up, tidying up his suit and fixing his hair. "I need to go, I might have been gone too long already. Don't do anything stupid tonight, okay? And I won't do anything more stupid than I usually do," he said with a grin, before slipping back out into the hall and making his way back to the party. Someone pressed another glass into his hand, and he drained it with another two painkillers. All around him, people were changing into clothes for partying, someone pressed a VIP pass for one of the city's most exclusive clubs into his hand, people were begging him to come party with them. It was a whirlwind that could easily overwhelm someone less familiar, but Lucian had done this all before. He knew who he could trust, knew where was good to go, knew what to take to make himself feel a little more relaxed. The more sensible part of his brain told him to just go home, told him to take it easy for just one night. And the rest of him cried out for the freedom, the release of the party. And so he gave into it, let himself lose himself in the chaos.

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Markus listened silently as Lucian told him to leave and that he'd stay, but anyone with a brain could tell that he was injured, and if he was to be attacked again he might not be able to hold them off for long. His injuries already went untreated and he wasn't going to let Lucian get hurt even more simply because he was too stubborn to ask for help. Yes, they were polar opposites, Lucian was not only a villain but he was a person, and on top of that he was an important figure in the industry, meanwhile Markus was a no one, probably wouldn't be even noticed as gone. He shook his head as Lucian began to walk away to the party, Markus stuck close as he talked, "I'm not going to leave. You're hurt and your wounds need to be treated after this. I'm not going to let you die because I decide to leave. I'll stay here and make sure that you're fine. I don't have anything to do anyway." he said casually as he watched as Lucian walked off, taking more pictures and talking with people that were far too above Markus' comfort level of conversing with.

Awkwardly and casually Markus reserved himself to the corner of the room at a table, giving the occasional person that passed by a smile and wave, or would make short conversation with those that stopped to talk to him, mainly pertaining to his tattoos thanks to Lucian's design of the suit, Markus had almost forgotten that his body art was visible. He managed to smooth talk his way through all of the conversations, especially those of why he was there, who he was with, what he business was, etc. Simply stating that he was Lucian's plus one to the event, and were simply business partners as well as his tattoo artist. But as time went on Markus began to feel more uncomfortable and out of place as he watched everyone converse, conversations he had no right in getting involved in, as mainly the topics involved the event, fashion, and everything Markus was completely oblivious to. But he kept to his word as he remained sitting in the same place, casually making sure that no one was planning an attack or any odd-looking individuals were at the after-party, thankfully he hadn't seen the same men from earlier, but a part of him kept thinking back on them. If he had to further expose himself for who he was, he'd do so, but at the current situation, he wouldn't have to. Everyone was simply getting drunk and enjoying themselves, Markus had accepted a few drinks for himself, but drank them slowly as he wanted to make sure that his guard was up and his senses were on point if anything were to take place.

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Every so often, Lucian would spot Markus in the corner of the room. Jesus Christ, he could at least try to look like he was having fun. He stood out like a sore thumb. In contrast, Lucian had lost track of his alcohol consumption. It seemed that every time he finished one drink, another was being shoved into his hands, or somebody was dragging him over to do shots. Markus probably didn’t approve of this reckless behaviour, he thought to himself as he downed yet another shot. He caught himself. Why did he care what Markus thought? He’d told Markus to go home, the hero had chosen to stay.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t look terribly happy,” a voice behind Lucian said. Lucian turned around and stared for a moment, before bursting into laughter. “Markus isn’t my boyfriend. He’s far too... boring,” Lucian slurred. “I want somebody fun. Not a... a babysitter.” The man laughed, turning to face Lucian a little more. Lucian vaguely recognized him as one of the models. He hadn’t been modeling for Lucian personally, but he was pretty sure they’d crossed paths at some point. He was that typically handsome type, tall, dark, handsome.

It seemed that everybody around them was just as drunk as Lucian, the world morphing into a blur around them. The colors bled into one another, and the world seemed almost to tilt if one focused too hard on it. Lucian was pretty sure that he and the model had a conversation, long enough for Lucian to remember that the man’s name was William, but he couldn’t quite remember how they got from there to William’s hands on Lucian’s waist, Lucian’s hands tangled in his hair, and their lips interlocked. It seemed that the world moved around them, that they were suspended in time.

And then a thought shattered all of that. Not one of Lucian’s, a stray thought that drifted into his drunk mind, the way they sometimes did. They way they used to. They way they usually didn’t any more. Kill the hero.

Lucian seemed to be suspended between sobriety and the wonderful nothingness of intoxication. He pulled away from the model with a whispered lie of an excuse and stepped out into the blissfully quiet halls. The world was definitely spinning now, and Lucian was pretty sure that there was a number of typos in his text. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it, and sent it to Markus as it was.

“you need to get out of here. now. not safe.”

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Markus sat silently and awkwardly as time seemed to tick by all too slowly, he watched as people far above his own status talked and drank. Getting to the point of where he almost felt nauseous and disgusted by how intoxicated they were all getting, he felt as if he was the only one that was sober, but maybe Lucian was as well, he thought to himself until he looked over and saw what had happened to Lucian. On the other side of the room he was clearly beyond even his own limits of intoxication, the main indicator for the fact that not only his body posture was far looser for him, as well as his general body language, but the real indicator was the fact that he was currently making out with one of the models from the show that Markus had seen earlier. He silently groaned to himself and sighed as he only watched for a moment and looked away. More so out of annoyance and somewhat of anger at Lucian. Some may say it was jealousy, as he clearly overheard some people still referring to him as Lucian's boyfriend, and rather frankly he had enough of it.

A pit grew in his stomach when he saw Lucian quickly run out of the room, and when he was going to get up and go look after him, his phone went off, giving off a small vibration in his jacket's pocket. He quickly retrieved his phone and looked to see that it was Lucian, and after spending a bit of time trying to decipher what his drunkenly jumbled message was. Why did Lucian suddenly want him to leave? More than likely it had to do with the public display that Markus has sadly witnessed, but it couldn't have. Lucian had originally said they'd leave together, but he was drunk and clearly in a flirtatious mood. But none of that was going to stop Markus, he stood up and made his way after Lucian, going in the general way that he was last seen. After looking for him for a bit he finally located Lucian, and the way he looked was absolutely terrible. Lucian was clearly to drunk to barely keep himself standing upright, nevermind make any conscious decisions. Markus gently took him by the arm and helped support him as he spoke, "I'm not leaving here without you, Lucian. I'm either staying until you leave, or I'm not leaving at all. For starters you're too far intoxicated, and you're still injured from before. And before you say anything or tell me to leave, I'm not going to. I'll be your fucking baby sitter if I have to, but I'm making sure that you stay out of trouble, in one way or another. You got that?" Markus stated plainly with a rather unamused expression as he helped Lucian stand.

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In hindsight, Lucian may have had a little too much to drink. It was only now that he was alone, without the hypnotizing beats and entrancing lights that it really hit him how drunk he really was. Part of him knew that it was probably a little stupid, being this drunk when somebody had already tried to kill him once that day. But fuck it. Lucian couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so... calm. His life had been a tornado of injury after injury, of danger, of people who just wanted him dead, of people who feared him. For the first time in weeks, if not months, Lucian felt semi-normal. Or at least, like a normal person in his twenties. Because with this much alcohol in his system, normal was a long, long way away.

Markus appeared from seemingly nowhere by Lucian's drunk standards, and he didn't fight as Markus helped him stand, leaning on the hero for a moment. And then Markus started talking, and Lucian just stared at the hero. Why was he so... boring? Why was he like this? Why didn't he understand?

"Markus, somebody is trying to kill you," Lucian urged in a loud whisper. "I heard it. And they only mentioned you. Me? I'm fine!" Fine may have been a slight overstatement, but the amount of alcohol and prescription drugs in his system had conveniently helped him forget about his almost definitely broken rib. "And between you and me, Markus, I've had a shit few weeks. Fuck me, I've had a shit life. So if I just want to get stupidly drunk, I'm gonna get stupidly drunk, and just... forget about all of that. If you want to go be dull and boring and sad, fine. But I ain't doing that." Despite the insistence that he was fine and did not need Markus, he failed to notice the fact that he still had an arm slung around Markus' shoulders and that the aforementioned arm may have been the only reason he was still on his own two feet.

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Markus watched as Lucian's words slurred into one another, thankfully he was able to understand slurred speech, otherwise, he would have to ask him to repeat himself again. He sighed and shook his head as he continued to help Lucian walk, keeping his hand firmly around his waist as they walked due to Markus' assistance. "I'm not going anywhere. I came here to complete something, and completing it means either you come with me and I take you home, or I stay here until you decide to leave. Both options result in us leaving together, Lucian." he said firmly as he sat Lucian down in a chair and handed him a glass of water, sitting beside Lucian as he resumed to talk.

"I made a promise to make sure you were okay, I don't care about my well being. I can take care of myself and you, so don't say another word about that. And what do you mean I'm boring, I can have fun as well. I'm just...Too sober for this and I know I shouldn't get drunk. That's it. Otherwise, if our lives weren't in potential danger I would have a few drinks, and show you that I'm not boring, like you say I am." Markus said with a sly grin and small chuckle as he took a sip of the water he got for him and Lucian.

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In perhaps any other situation, Lucian might have been flattered by the care Markus was giving him. Or, at the very least, teased Markus about it. But getting to a chair just seemed more important in that moment, as his legs seemed to be jelly. And it felt nice to have someone support him like this, to have physical contact in an entirely innocent way. Lucian looked at Markus as he spoke about them leaving together, and burst into laughter. "Oh, darling, you should have just said if that was your ulterior motive," he said, propping his head up on his hand as he looked over at Markus.

He missed most of what Markus said, still too far amused, but he understood the meaning behind Markus' words, and the smile slid off of his face. Markus was judging Lucian. Markus was being that judgmental hero Lucian should have expected him to be. He thought he was better than Lucian just because he was sober.

"Oh piss off, Markus," he groaned. "I'm tired of you thinking that you're better than me, okay? You have no idea. No goddamn idea of what I've gone through. I work my ass off and then you just swan in behind me at the last moment and think you're better than me? If you're staying, have a drink, take a fucking Xanax, find some cute..." he trailed off as he realised that he didn't know where he was going with that sentence. "Person and just do whatever the hell you want. But if you're going to just lord your sobriety over me, you can piss off. I don't need you here. I don't want you here," he snapped. The annoyance and anger cut through the cloud and haze of intoxication. It gave him a moment of clarity, made the world a little less fun, and a little stranger.

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Markus couldn't help but almost choke on his drink when Lucian replied with a snarky comment, something he wasn't expecting, but when he thought back on what he said he could see how it sounded that way. He chuckled slightly and was going to answer Lucian until he misunderstood what Markus was really trying to say and got uptight about it, even to where he started cussing him out. Markus wanted to speak up and try and calm Lucian down and talk some sense into him, but he understood at this point that it would do more bad than good at this point. He sighed as he slowly stood up, and shook his head, giving Lucian one more look as he spoke, "All you had to do was say the word, Lucian. But you're right. I don't know what you've been with, and I'm sorry. And I'm sorry that's how you think I think about you, but that's certainly not it. I never once thought that I was better than you, I know I'm nowhere near your level of professionalism." Markus said softly as he felt himself calm down a little, trying his best not to blow up as he took a few steps away from Lucian, combing his fingers through his hair as he thought to himself.

"You know, maybe you're right. Maybe us working together was a bad idea. It didn't really make sense for us to work together, even though it was fun, I have to admit." he said with a bit of a defeated look on his face, silently he dug into his pocket and held up the folded papers in his hands. "I'll be keeping these until after I look at them and analyze them. They'll be in your apartment by tomorrow. As you said I can't give you anything that could prove you were involved in this." he said softly as he stuffed the papers back into his jacket pocket as he began to walk away, stopping once more before he finally left, "Besides, you're not really my type anyway. So you don't have to worry about me wanting to sleep with you. Goodbye, Lucian." Markus said firmly and rather coldly as he gave him one final look before turning his back on Lucian and walks out of the room and building, slowly making his way back to his apartment, which by now it was dark, cold, and raining as the rain hit the sidewalk beside him as he made his way back to his place, leaving Lucian where he was as he clearly wanted. But something in the back of his mind kept telling him to go back, but he made up his mind and decided to listen to Lucian.

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There was a tiny part of Lucian that felt bad for pushing Markus away. But he could see it in the hero's eyes, in his face, the way that he judged Lucian for every decision. How dare Lucian get drunk? How dare he make out with some beautiful stranger? Like those weren't the only moments when his brain was anywhere near quiet, the only moments when he could relax, the only times when he wasn't furious at the world. Lucian stayed put for a few moments, silently drinking the glass of water that had been left behind. His agent appeared, said something about getting Lucian home. Lucian let himself be walked out to the car, feeling the steady hands gripping his arms so he wouldn't stumble, but that one, stupid, pathetic part of his brain remarked that he didn't feel as steady as he had done when it had been his arm slung around Markus' shoulder.

He somehow ended up in his apartment, he didn't know how, didn't know how long had passed. But almost instinctively, he found himself bringing up the tracker on Markus' phone. He didn't know why, but what he saw made him frown. Markus wasn't at home. He appeared to be down some side street, and the dot was stationary. The last few sensible brain cells reminded Lucian that he was still pretty damn intoxicated, and that he should probably send somebody else. But instead, he brewed a coffee, changed into a black hoodie and jeans, dug out the security baseball cap he'd stolen at some point, and stole back out into the night, stopping only to grab a mask on his way out. Even as drunk as he was, he wasn't going to have his identity exposed. Not tonight of all nights.

The coffee worked to sober him up a little, and he'd always been good at pretending to be sober, but what was alarming was the control on his powers. Lucian maintained a rock solid control on his ability. He had to. But he could feel his mental grip slipping. He double checked the dot on the map and found that he was only a street or two away from Markus' location.

His stomach dropped as he got closer. He could hear a fight, and it didn't sound like Markus was winning. Lucian pulled on the mask and slipped into the shadows, quietly creeping closer and closer. The more he concentrated on being quiet, the more he could feel the control of his ability slipping. And so... he let go. One of the figures flew against the nearest wall and hit it with a sickening crack. The other seemed more resistant, but Lucian was at least able to telepathically hold him still, suspended about a foot off the ground. He could hear flurries of their panicked thoughts. They were goons, way in over their heads, paid to deal with a target. They weren't important. They weren't worth the attention that killing them would result in.

He slowly stepped over to the one he was holding in the air. "You live. You tell your friend over there that he fell and hit his head and that if either of you report anything, Maelstrom will kill you both. Now. You're going to tell me exactly how you were hired for this job, and you're going to tell me everything you know about who hired you. Understood?"

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Markus had been walking for quite some time, he was now about halfway to where his apartment was when he felt something was off. No, it wasn't just a feeling or a hunch, but he felt it in his gut. It was the feeling one gets when they know they aren't alone, as if someone was following you, but always out of your eyesight. He smirked as he kept his hands in his pockets, a sly grin on his face as he finally turned around as he spoke, "Thought you said you didn't want to talk to me-" he immediately stopped talking when he finally saw who had been following him. They were both, large, well-built men, easily a head above Markus, and maybe then some. They were dressed in black, blending in with the darkness all around them.

Markus gave a small chuckle as he spoke, "Evening, gentlemen. I don't suppose you're out for a stroll at this hour?" he spoke with confidence, albeit it was false as he knew he was not only outnumbered but that he was clearly not going to win if they tried fighting him. He wasn't entirely sure what their motives and intentions were, but he was sure they weren't entirely good ones. The men simply began to start walking towards him, closing in the gap between him and them, finally, their massive sizes were clear to him. Markus swallowed hard as he took a few steps back, but to only see the men continuing to close the gap between them.

"Look, I don't have any money on me, fellas. I'm a broke artist, alright? Do you like tattoos? I can offer you each a free tattoo. Sound fair?" he said coyly as he tried stalling and to think up a plan. But the men only looked at him as one of them spoke, "This isn't about money." he stated, no emotion or even any humanity were evident in his voice as he spoke. A shiver went down Markus' spine as he heard the man speak, "Then what is it about, if not a mugging?" his voice fell flat.

"Just business. And someone wants your head, Shadowfaux." the other said coldly as they finally made their move. Despite their size and stature, they were fast, all too fast. Almost inhumanly fast if anyone were to ask Markus. He was able to dodge their initial attacks with ease, but as they kept pushing him further and further back into an alleyway his plans soon came crashing down as he realized what they were doing. But what scared him more than anything was that they knew who he was, and he doubted they weren't with the people from before at the event. Markus managed to fight them off with ease for what felt like forever, but the longer the fight went on the faster he grew tired and almost sore, but what was off was that the men had no problem fighting for as long as they were. They didn't slow down or show any signs of running out of steam anytime soon. But Markus didn't want to use his abilities as he would only grow more tired and would also expose him as their real target. All he could do was use his natural skills and strength, which isn't something he liked doing, especially now that he was showing signs of growing tired. From his breathing which turned into panting, his speed was progressively getting slower, as well as his reaction timing.

He was now pushed up against a literal wall as the men laid into him. All he felt was pain as they slammed their fists into his abdomen, chest, and occasionally would go for his face, causing him to spit up blood and even spit out some teeth. Markus had no fight left in his as he could feel all of his resolve to continue fighting slowly slip away from him as he laid on the ground on his back as they continued the endless assault. If he managed to cling on until someone found him he would have little to no signs of life as his breathing has almost but entirely slowed down to being almost undetectable, he would have massive bruising and fractures and broken bones, as well as internal bleeding if he hadn't received medical attention soon enough. His eyesight began to blur and go dim as he could feel himself slowly blacking out, as everything went silent and dark. But before he closed his eyes the last thing he saw was a third individual standing behind the two men. But something about this last person was somewhat familiar as he tried to cling onto staying conscious as he heard a somewhat familiar but muffled voice speak to one of the men as they were easily dispatched of. One of them went flying into the wall behind them as a crunch was heard as he slumped to the ground.

The last remaining man was now only inches away from a masked Lucian as he looked at him with no emotion on his face as he simply spoke with a deep and gravely voice, "You already know the answer to that one." he said with a sly grin as he looked over at Markus who was now unconscious, laying entirely still on the rain-soaked and blood-covered concrete. "I'd be more worried about your friend over there, jack ass." he spoke as he motioned with his head towards Markus, who laid limply on the blood-covered concrete.

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Lucian should have known. As he studied the man in front of him, his thoughts rushed through Lucian’s head, revealing that they’d been paid well for their silence, and that revealing too much would get them killed. But it was the comment about his “friend” that made Lucian stop and glance in the direction the man had indicated. His stomach dropped. He dropped the man to the ground and took a few steps towards him. “Run. Now.” He warned. The man didn’t hesitate, turning and running, slipping a little on the damp pavement. Lucian scrambled for control of his powers again as he knelt down beside Markus.

The hero was practically motionless. In the darkness, Lucian couldn’t see much, but he could feel the blood on the pavement around him. “Markus. Markus, can you hear me?” He called, shaking the hero’s shoulder slightly. Instinctively, he went to feel for a pulse. It was there, but too fast and too weak. “Shit. Come on, Markus, don’t do this to me,” he swore, digging in his pockets for his phone. His first instinct was to call an ambulance- but something in him hesitated. Ambulance also probably meant police. Police meant questions that Lucian didn’t want to answer. Instead, he found a different number.

“I’m calling in that debt. Alleyway just off fourth. Get here. Now.” He hung up without giving any more details, examining Markus a little more closely. “Fucking hell, Markus, I let you out of my sight for two minutes...” he muttered. “You’re gonna be okay. Help is on the way, okay? You’ve just got to hold on. You hear me? Just... hold on,” he ordered. He didn’t know if Markus could hear him, didn’t know if he was talking more to comfort himself or Markus. His hands were shaking, and it felt like his own heart rate had picked up to match Markus’.

“Maelstrom,” a voice said from behind him. He whirled around and sighed when it was only Apollo. Apollo was one of the few heroes left, primarily because they didn’t play hero all that much. He mostly just patched them up. Lucian had saved his ass twice before, and it was time for the hero to repay. “Apollo. I’ve got a broken rib and a healing gunshot wound, and Markus here is... just generally a bit fucked up. Hospitals are out of the question. We both need healing, primarily because I’m guessing the best you’ll be able to do for him is to stabilize him and so i’ll need to drag his sorry ass home. And then we’re done. We’re clear. You never have to hear from me again.”

The hero just stared at Markus for a few seconds, before glancing back at Lucian and placing a hand on his arm. Lucian gasped as heat spread through his chest, mending bones and stitching skin back together. Lucian had just about recovered as the hero bent down to examine Markus. “I’ll be able to stop the internal bleeding, but not do much more than that.” The hero’s tone was level, calm. How Lucian wishes he could feel right now, because god knows he didn’t. “Do it,” he just said, folding his arms.

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Everything was dark and cold. An endless silence that seemed to be growing colder the longer it went on. It was almost as if he was trapped in an endless void and was slowly falling further and further as all of his senses began to slowly fade away. He couldn't hear or feel anything, except for that small nagging murmur that faded in and out of his consciousness every now and then. He didn't know what or where it came from, but that it held slight familiarity to it. Something about that small, barely above a whisper voice brought some small remnant of comfort and safety to him as he slowly faded away. But then he felt something, he didn't know what it was but a warm, tingling sensation began to wash over him as he could feel something tugging him back to consciousness as his senses slowly began to come back to him.

With a sudden jolt, Markus' eyes opened as a burst of air filled his lungs causing him to gasp sharply as he regained consciousness to only see shadowy figures standing above him. He couldn't exactly tell what they were saying just yet as his senses were slowly coming back to him, but as he strained to listen he made out who one of the figures was, it was an all too familiar silhouette by now, as for the other, Markus hadn't a clue who it was. A small grin formed on his face as he blinked weakly as he hadn't gained much strength back yet, just enough to open his eyes and barely speak above a whisper. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again, Luc?" he croaked out with a small chuckle that turned into a horrible, raspy sounded cough fit that lasted for a few moments until he managed to calm himself down, regaining and stabilizing his breathing as he remained laying on the pavement as he couldn't feel his body just yet. All he knew is that he was gonna feel it in the morning and it was going to hurt like a bitch.

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Lucian could hear Apollo muttering a list of injuries to himself as he examined Markus for a moment. None of them sounded good, and it just made the pit in Lucian's stomach grow even deeper. But then Apollo placed a hand on Markus, and the hero gasped sharply, his eyes snapping open. Instinctively, Lucian dropped to his knees to place a hand on Markus' shoulder.

"The bleeding has stopped, and his healing's been brought along about two days. That's the best I can do. But he's out of danger,"
Apollo said quietly. Lucian nodded as Markus croaked something and grinned at Lucian. "Asshole. And, actually, I think it was you that said we shouldn't work together any more?" He teased, laughing a little with relief. Moving Markus was going to be interesting, though. The hero didn't look like he could stand, let alone walk back to either of their apartments. And calling a taxi was just going to result in too many questions

"You need a lift?" Apollo asked suddenly, almost begrudgingly. "My car's not too far from here." Lucian looked over to study the hero for a moment. He mentally reached out to see if he could read the healer's thoughts- but that aspect of his ability had disappeared again, there for a moment and gone just as quick. So instead, he just studied the hero's body language for a moment.

"Sure, that'd be great," Lucian replied. He couldn't see anything to warn him, but that didn't mean he wasn't wary. "Alright. I'll go get the car, you... hold on here." Lucian nodded, turning his attention back to Markus. He'd hardly realised that his hand had been on Markus' shoulder the whole time, and he pulled it away. "So. Guess we're even now, huh?" He asked with a smirk. "Come on, let's see if we can't get you to your feet. Lean on me as much as you need, okay?" He said calmly, as though his heart wasn't still pounding and his head wasn't still swimming.

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Markus couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Lucian's remark, even with the slight pain he felt from the broken ribs, among all the other fractures he was suffering from. Markus listened to the other figure's voice, finding out that it was familiar, he focused for a moment trying to figure out who it was, but with the fact that he was just beaten to a pulp only a few moments ago, he pieced it together. It was Appolo, one of the hero's who had the ability to mend wounds for others as well as himself.

"I could have sworn you told me to piss off, but alright, Luc. You have a point, I suppose." he said weakly as he remained laying on the ground, only now realizing that Lucian still had his hand on his shoulder. But he shook his head and tried his best to get to his feet, with the help of Lucian who offered to be there for him to lean on, as well as his sly remark. "I fucked up. I get it, Lucian. Is it what you wanted to hear?" he asked weakly and softly as his voice was very raspy and soar, he knew he was going to feel this for a while. "Also, what made you come after me? Nevermind how you found me as quickly as you did..What were you doing? Stalking me?" he said with a small chuckle and grin but groaned as he leaned against Lucian, the pain fully hitting him as he hobbled along to the car with the help from Lucian. He didn't understand why someone like Lucian came to his aid, as he was a villain, but as he witnessed, even then Lucian wasn't entirely bad. If anything he had more good tendencies than evil ones, something he found interesting.

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He smirked as Markus agreed to having fucked up, shrugging a little. He fully intended to get as much mileage as he could out of this, but now didn't really seem like the right time. He helped Markus get to his feet, slowly as he dared, providing a semi-steady foundation for the hero to at least lean on. One Markus was upright, Lucian moved so that the hero had his arm around Markus' shoulders and Lucian had an arm around his waist to keep him steady. Lucian had injured himself enough to know that the key to minimising pain was moving as slowly as they could, but even still, he could see how much pain Markus was in.

"I checked my phone when I got back to my apartment. Earlier- you know, the first time I saved your ass?" He teased, turning to grin at Markus. "Well, I ran a tracker on your phone to help me find you, and the tracker was apparently still running. And even though you left before me and your apartment was nearer than mine, you weren't at home, your phone was stationary in an alley. So my spidey senses started tingling, and here I am." It was more or less the truth. Markus didn't need to know that Lucian had specifically checked the tracker to check up on him.

Lucian eased Markus in to the back seat and took the front seat himself, pulling on his seatbelt. Apollo smirked. "Well, well, the infamous Maelstrom does have a heart. Who would have thought?" He remarked, and Lucian just glared at the hero. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Just never thought I would have seen a villain look that glad to see a hero come round. Especially not you of all people. So, where to?"

Lucian told Apollo Markus' address. He was conscious that he'd demonstrated his ability and didn't want Maelstrom being linked to his apartment building. He didn't want the questions. But as they drove, Lucian staying silent the whole time, questions swirled through Lucian's mind. What the hell had Apollo meant by that?

"So. Maelstrom. We're done now. Next time we see each other, the slate will be clean." Apollo said as they pulled up outside Markus' apartment building. "We're done. I don't want to see your sorry ass again. For any reason," Lucian said, climbing out of the front seat and opening the door to help Markus out. Apollo watched them for a minute or two as Lucian got Markus steady on his feet, before driving away. "Right, lead the way, darling," Lucian said, pulling Markus' arm around his shoulders again.

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Markus listened to what Lucian said as he explained how he managed to find him, a sly grin spread across his face as what Lucian said hit him fully. And an evil thought slowly crept into his head, "So, you were stalking me, huh? I mean, if you wanted to find me this late at night all you had to do was ask." he said with a somewhat flirty tone in his voice as he teased the villain. But maybe teasing him like that wasn't the best thing to do as he was the only reason Markus didn't just fall flat on his face, literally. As his legs felt like jello and his whole body ached and the pain was slowly spreading all across his body. He'd knew he'd live, but god did it feel like he got hit by a semi-truck at full speed.

Markus groaned as Lucian helped him into the car, and throughout the car right he was pretty much silent, as he was trying his best to not pass out on Lucian's shoulder. All the while he was slowly feeling himself grow delirious the longer he remained conscious. Finally, the car came to a slow stop as he peered out the window, realizing where they were. It was his apartment, he almost forgot that Lucian knew where he lived. Could either end up being bad or good, but at this point in time he didn't care, all he wanted was his bed and to sleep for the next year.

Markus let Lucian help him out of the car, feeling his shoes hit the pavement beneath caused the pain to shoot through his body with each step he took, reminding him how injured he was. He chuckled when Lucian told him to lead the way, hobbling to the door which then led to a few flights of stairs, then eventually his apartment at the end of the hall. "Fucking aye...You don't realize how far down your apartment is until you're halfway dead.." he grimaced as they eventually made it to the door of his apartment which was on the second floor. Markus dug into his pocket, digging for his keys, he frowned as he felt something else, realizing it was the knives Lucian gave him, "Right..These are your's.." he mumbled as he handed them back to Lucian. He went back to searching for his keys as he rested his head against the side of the door, eventually finding them, his hands shaking as he fumbled to hold them still enough for him to unlock the door. "Uhm...M-mind helping me out, Luc?" he practically murmured to him as he struggled to keep himself upright.

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Lucian just rolled his eyes at Markus’ comment, but grinned as he did so. “I thought you said I wasn’t your type?” He retorted. The teasing was a way of keeping the mood light, because Lucian could feel how much Markus was leaning on him. He could see the pain on the hero’s face clear as day, and he just wished that he would have been able to do more. Getting Markus up the stairs was difficult, and more than once he was afraid that Markus would lose his balance or flake out on him. But they made it up to the door, and Markus continued to lean on Lucian. He took the knives back, silently slipping them into his pocket.

The simple act of unlocking the door was too difficult for Markus, and a blend of pity and fury crashed through Lucian. He wished he’d actually killed the goons now. But instead, he just forced himself to take a deep breath. He didn’t know how his hands were so steady as he silently took the keys from Markus and easily opened the door. “Would carrying you in the door just be too much of a grand gesture for your little heart to tolerate?” He teased, but he let Markus lean on him as they stepped inside. Lucian raised an eyebrow.

“Nice place. Oh fucking hell, more stairs?” He swore. “Right, I’m drawing a line, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight, getting you up and down those stairs will be impossible,” he said, leading Markus to the couch. He dug in his pockets for his usual bottle of painkillers, before realizing that he’d forgot to grab them in his hurry of leaving the house. “Tell me where you keep your painkillers, you need something to take the edge off, and I’m seriously going to need some in the morning,” he joked. If not just for the inevitable hangover, then for the aftermath of using his abilities so much. “Do you want anything to eat?” He asked as an afterthought.

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Markus couldn't help but grin at his comment of being carried through the door, even if it was painful for him to do so. He only shook his head ever so slightly as he was helped through the door with the aid from Lucian, who only stopped when he saw more stairs. He nodded when Lucian said he'd just sleep on the couch until his wounds were better, and he would be able to make it up the stairs. "I'm sorry.." was all he was able to mumble out as pain began to take over his body, sitting down slowly on the couch he groaned, he was going to be feeling this for a while. He looked up when Lucian asked where his medicine was and gestured to the hallway that led out from the other side of the kitchen, "Down the hall to the right. You can find the bathroom there, it'll be behind the mirror. The mirror acts as a cabinet as well. You'll figure it out, you're smart." he spoke, the last part coming out as more of a whispered remark as he grabbed his ribs as he slowly began to lay down against the couch, trying to alleviate the pain as much as he could.

He listened when Lucian asked if he wanted any food, he could tell he was trying to be nice, but why was his question. If Lucian really was such a bad guy, why did he even care? Not only to check where he was, and to not only go after him, but to also call for help instead of just killing him on the spot when he had the chance to. He could have very easily left him for dead and took the papers from his jacket if that's all that he wanted. Or maybe he was just overthinking things and maybe Lucian was simply just faking as if he cared. Which was probably the case.

"Uhm, I'm out of food right now actually, I think. There might be some leftover sushi in the fridge if you want it. It was from last night so it's still good. Or if you want something else you can just order, there's a pretty good Chinese place that's still open if you would prefer that. I was gonna go and get more stuff in the morning, but that'll have to wait." He said softly as he craned his neck to one side, feeling the muscles in his neck slowly stretch out.

"Also, I'm sorry, Lucian. For what I said back there, at the event. I..I didn't mean any of it and I'm sorry that you thought I was judging you or thinking I'm better than you. To be honest, I didn't think any of those things about you, if I'm being honest. You live the life I could never live. And yes, I don't know what you've gone through, and I'm sorry for whatever it is. truly, I'm sorry. if I wasn't such a fucking idiot I would have made it clearer to you, and look where it ended up getting me? Beaten up and almost murdered in an alleyway...ironic really, with all considering.." he said softly as memories came back to him of his family, and how his parents died more or less in the same way he would have is Lucian hadn't checked his tracker on him. Part of Markus was undeniably thankful for the fact that he came to look for him, but the rest was confused. With fumbling hands, he took the papers and the USB drive out of his jacket and put them on the coffee table in front of him, thankfully due to the covering over the folder they papers were still in perfect condition still. Everything that Lucian would want was right there, and if he wanted those papers, he could easily take them and leave, and Markus was ready for their partnership to end right there if Lucian decided to do so. "Everything you want is right there. Locations, names, addresses, everything." he said as he motioned towards the folder and USB stick that was now in the open.

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Lucian nodded as Markus told him where he kept the painkillers and made his way down to the bathroom. He stopped as he saw his reflection. He was still wearing the mask, the baseball cap throwing his face into shadow. He pulled the mask off and took off the cap, shaking his hair out. He’d always thought he was good at hiding his emotions, but now, without the mask, his expressions seemed to be betraying him. He shook his head and opened the cabinet, digging out the strongest painkillers he could find. They still weren’t anywhere near as strong as Markus probably needed, but it might at least take the edge off. He came back in to the main room as Markus detailed what food he had. Lucian shook his head. “I’m good, but thanks.” He’d gone over to the small kitchen area to fill two glasses of water when Markus started to apologize for how he’d acted.

Lucian couldn’t look at Markus. There was so many emotions burning through him, he didn’t know how to put a name to any of them. For a moment, Lucian felt like a teenager again. Like the angry, hurt, confused, terrified teenager that he’d been so long ago. Any time a shadow had moved when it shouldn’t, any time someone who looked like a threat looked at him in the wrong way, he’d been struck with this same confusion. Fear but also anger but also a determination never to let it happen again. He took a deep breath and filled the glasses, making himself look as calm as he could manage, before turning around and heading back over to Markus. “You couldn’t have known. I have terrible coping mechanisms and just... choose to party and feel alive instead of... you know, actually dealing with it.” He said with a small shrug and a half smile. “And for what it’s worth, I was far from gracious. You’re not the only one to blame.”

He froze as Markus handed over the papers and the USB stick. This was his chance, his chance to walk away. To leave the hero behind. But he realised something. One, he couldn’t do this alone. They’d been saving each other’s asses since day one, and they’d both probably be dead if they hadn’t worked together. Two. This wasn’t about them any more. There was kids out there, kids out there like Lucian, like Markus. Nobody was going to protect them. And three. Lucian didn’t want to walk away from Markus. That was the one he understood the least.

He just shook his head and handed Markus the glass of water and two painkillers. “And what, pass up on the chance to tease you about how I saved your ass? Not likely.” He remarked. “It’s gonna take a lot more than a drunken tantrum on my part for you to get rid of me.” He sighed and knocked back two painkillers himself. “This isn’t just about us anymore, Markus. There’s kids out there... kids like me, who have nobody to stand up for them, nobody to protect them, nobody to save them. If we don’t try and stop these people, those kids are next. And I’m not going to let that happen,” Lucian said.

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Markus couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he saw the look on Lucian's face, it was something he never saw before. It looked like the pure, primal fear someone gets when they're faced with something that makes them go pale in the face. He was going to ask what was wrong until Lucian handed him a glass of water and the pills, easily downing them with the water he listened as Lucian began to speak, taking in the tone in his voice, and how he talked. Everything was so different from how he talked, it wasn't how it was moments before. Had he said something that upset or triggered something inside of Lucian? If that was the case he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty as he listened to Lucian speak.

He nodded silently as Lucian explained that he couldn't have known, due to his unhealthy coping mechanisms and how he'd rather ignore and run away from them than simply deal with them. Markus couldn't have related more, he always chose to run from his problems, no matter how big or small they were. He didn't like confrontation and the thought of confronting his demons terrified him, something that made it somewhat easy for him to relate to Lucian in this instance. Markus looked at Lucian as he mentioned the kids that were involved, and how it wasn't just about them. But people that could be the future and be the turning point for Scarriden, depending how things went if they were rescued or subjected to the same things that they had almost gotten involved in.

Markus nodded, feeling his jaw and hand clench at the thought of it. "I never cared about what happened to me, and I don't now. Especially when it comes to the kids." he said softly as he leaned back in the chair, the medicine slowly kicking in now as he didn't feel as sore as he did moments prior. "We don't have much time to prevent this. We have a little over two weeks, Lucian. I need to get better in that short of time to make sure this doesn't go south. I don't even know if me and you can do this on our own. From the small amount that I read, this could go south very easily. Heavily guarded areas, people everywhere. It could go wrong so very fast, and the last thing we need is casualties with the kids...I'm going to need your help with this, Lucian, I won't be able to do this without you." he spoke with a soft and raspy voice as a small onslaught of a coughing fit hit him, yeah, he definitely had some issues with his lungs now.

"What do you say, Lucian? Ready to team up with me one more time?" he asked with a somewhat outstretched hand, and a small genuine smile on his face. Something about working with Lucian felt...Odd, not in a bad way, they worked well together, but that's what was worrisome to him. But Lucian was the only person he could rely on, and he accepted it, even if it still felt off to him.