Setting


The sensation that filled the air was enough to set anyone on edge, at least for those that knew what tonight truly was. But, from an outsider's perspective, it was the annual dinner-party thrown at Atlas' very own Hale Enterprises company building. The guest-list itself was an accomplishment, seeing as how nearly every business owner, CEO, actor, model, and public influencer had been invited. If you were someone of note, chances of you being invited were high. Stereotypical, orchestral music played throughout the main dining hall that the event was being held.
Forty-Six, large circular tables were aligned, as eight chairs were seated with each that outlined the center of the room that held what could be considered a dancing floor, with an orchestra band stationed at the stage that ran alongside the large staircase that led to the room. Anyone who made their way upstairs, would be able to look down the old stone railing, looking down would see what would be notable as an indoor courtyard, of sorts. And down below, all of the tables and guests could be seen with little to no issue. It was a perfect placement for watchmen. And of course, this wouldn't be one of Xavier Hale's own parties, if personal guardsmen weren't spotted along the room. All in pristine, black suit and ties, accompanied with a hearing ear piece in their right or left ear.
The night was a buzz with energy, as guests had made their way inside already. Whether sitting at one of the many tables, speaking with other pristine guests, or sitting at a table. Waiters had made their way out of the ground-floor's kitchen, all with trays carrying an assortment of champayne, wine, and of course the finest samples of snacks that would be present all throughout the night. To the common eye, or well, Upper-City celebraties, were concerned, it was one of the finer parties anyone could and would attend. Whether to hear the latest gossip, and trade secrets, to being the first ones to hear whatever news Xavier Hale himself would reveal before the general public got word.
But tonight, it was anything but casual affairs. The Upper-Class party was simply a facade to help cover what was truly going on this night. Aegis had been alerted that a few of the pristine guests that would be invited tonight, could very possibly have some tie-ins with members of who they called The Order, and Aegis wanted whatever answers they could get from them. Assuming they'd be successful of course. At least tonight they couldn't accept failure...
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Unsurprisingly, one of the many faces that would be present alongside Xavier Hale, would be one of his interns, Mikey Santo. She had become a notable face amongst the company and many other notable faces amongst Atlas. People's opinions on her had always been mixed, but people knew well enough to never speak ill of her when in the presence of those who belonged to Hale Enterprises, especially considering the blatant favoritism Xavier had shown towards her. She was someone many considered his right hand; wherever he was, she was right next to him. And this night was no different. Mikey had arrived to the party hours ahead of time. Helping reinforce security measures, keeping tabs of who was security, etc. As well as her focal duties of the night, which entailed making sure some of the bigger industry members ended up making deals with Hale Enterprises.
At least that was her role for the night on the outside. While in reality, Mikey was head of security, in plane sight. She would report to Xavier immediately if anything was out of the ordinary. And act on her role as a hero secondarily. As much as she wanted to play Hero tonight, she had her normal responsibilities to attend to tonight. Which is exactly why a team of Aegis members were also in attendance this evening. As more faces made their presence known, Mikey was able to spot a few in the crowd from where she was up on the balcony to the right that alongside the large staircase in the main room.
Bella was down below, keeping her eyes scoped out on the main floor. Leo and Paladin were somewhere else keeping watch. It didn't exactly take long for Mikey to spot the two Titans in the crowd. Looking over a few more, she could make out the all too distinguishable red hair of a tall and slim woman, with a male who stood by her side. He had darker but short hair, and rather clean shaven. They were both dressed up to the nines, brandishing some of the higher tech and jewelry Atlas had to offer. Their was no mistaking who these two individuals were. Iliana and Conroy Mikaelson. Two of the bigger names of notable faces in Atlas. As well as the very parents of Emeris Mikaelson, who was the bar-owner of Envy, as well as former hookup of Mikey. Those were two people she didn't want to see this evening, but not shocking that they'd be there tonight, all things considered. One face she was surprised she didn't see in the crowd, was Emeris themself. But she assumed they had better things to do than attend a party like this, even though they were invited, for all too obvious reasons. Even their own siblings, Sarah and Saoirse were around as well. Chatting with some A-List actors. Mikey gave a small sigh, and one last proper scan over the room, and Mikey had turned on her heels and began to make her way out of the main room, excusing herself before the main event of the night would would begin.
She raised her right hand to her ear, activating the cloaked ear piece by her ear, "Everything's looking good on the ground floor. How's out-side lookin'?" she questioned. A few short moments later another voice spoke up in the comms that were connected to all of those who belonged to Aegis, "All clear out here, boss. Will keep you up to date if-" the familiar voice of Shiloh crackled through the mic. Mikey raised her eyebrow, "Say that again? Your comm acted up-" silence fell over the comms for a moment. "I said I'd update you if we saw anything?" Shiloh repeated herself.
Mikey nodded to herself, "Alright, and make sure you check in with Sparky later. Your comms' fucked again." the blond retorted before making her way up a staircase off to the side. There was an exit door to the left, quickly punching in the six digit code, Mikey made her way through the door. It closing with an air-lock whoosh behind her as she stepped out into the cold air. Mikey's eyes trailed alongside the metal railing that kept anyone from falling off the edge, before turning to look ahead of her as she made her way alongside the outer perimeter. It was part of the route she needed to scout every few hours, just on the off chance anything happened. Xavier was being a paranoid bastard, she thought to herself. That was until she stopped walking for a moment, listened and then continued on ahead. Mikey can't believe she had been so careless, just in time as she turned on her heel and moved to the right, completely side stepping out of the way as someone's fist had been aimed right for her head.
Turning on her heel once more, Mikey saw a figure standing opposite her. They were wearing attire made entirely of black, that itself wasn't the odd part. What stood out, was the mask they wore. Half of it was black, the other was a dark orange. Mikey had only ever seen this figure once before, and it sent a shiver down her spine. The two locked eyes for just a moment, before they charged at her, and she was able to just barely step aside and out of the way. Pushing herself up against the cold stone of the wall. Her skin practically sticking to it, due to how far up they were, it was next to freezing. Her breath came out in deep puffs of white as she looked at the masked individual. Mikey cocked her head to the side, and the figure did the same.
With barely a moment's notice, the figure lurched forward once more, knocking Mikey nearly over the railing, but she was able to catch herself. "Could really use some help up here-" she was cut off mid sentence as the figure grabbed her forcefully by the side of her head, managing to take the comm by her ear and crushed it in their hand with all too much ease. "You fucker-" the figure took a few steps backwards, the railing stopping them for a moment. Mikey raised her eyebrow once more, only to see the figure look behind them once then back at Mikey, before raising their hand and retrieving two small daggers from their back. Just as another figure, dressed exactly the same way joined them by their side. Unsheathing their own weapons as well.
Mikey let out a defeated sigh, "So much for Plan A." she muttered to herself. Not only was Mikey now on her own, but outnumbered and without a way of communicating with the rest of her team. She just hoped they got the message in time...



Meanwhile across the otherside of Upper-City Atlas, the energy that filled the air was entirely in stark contrast. The air was silent and filled with tension as figures were spread out in various locations, hidden amongst the shadows that cascaded over the museum like a blanket. Aegis had been alerted of a supposed plan that would take place tonight. The goal? A group of individuals would be attempting to steal countless variables and artifacts. For what purpose? The heads of Aegis weren't exactly sure yet, but whatever it was, they weren't going to risk it. Alerting the police would have done nothing but cause even more tension and possibly alert the would be thieves if they so much as got wind of the police involvement.
But tonight, it just so happened that a famous artist was showing off some of their most recent and famous artwork at the local gallery that the museum had allowed new and upcoming artists to show off their work, as well as hold an auction afterwards for the art-pieces. It was a perfect occasion for a potentially robbery, but even more so, it allowed undercover Aegis members to sneak in. Whether posing as faux security, or even event attendees. It was all too perfect. Amongst the people attending the auction, there were notable faces in the crowd, from actors, public infuencers, and even some politicians that were interested in the art-show.
Throughout the rooftop of the Museum, there were three figures that were all in line of each other's sight. Two of them were stationed across the rooftop, making eye-contact with the one figure who was hidden off by themself in a perched position. They would have been entirely undetectable, if it hadn't been for the slight glint of the moonlight that bounced off of the jet-black metal of the sniper rifle in their hands, balanced perfectly behind a small border. The figure had been looking through the scope of the gun, the sight aimed through the glass pain window that filtered moonlight through into the ceiling. As the figure moved their head back from the rifle, they lifted up their right hand in a hand gun gesture, and silently motioned as if they made a shot. The lights of the LED mask lit up with a content expression as they did so.
"Isimir, quit fuckin' around and fuckin' focus." a deep and gruff voice crackled through the comms. The figure gave an over dramatic shrug across the way before speaking up, "Well someone is grumpy today, now huh? And for your information, I am focusing, Reaper. So well in fact, I know exactly what they're doin' down there!" the masked hero retorted back in return. The semi-robotic voice coming through the comms.
Reaper simply shook his head as he brought a hand up to face palm the skull painted mask, which was partially obstructed by the hood of his cloak. "Then what are they doing down there, if you're so damn cocky?" he questioned back.
Silence filled both the air and the comms for a moment, before static crackled to life throughout the comms before a voice spoke up, "Well, if you must know, my dear friend! They're currently laughing with an obnoxious, clearly fake laugh as they drink some stupid champayne with their rich friends. What else do rich people do anyways? Except counting coins and being selfish assholes?" Isimir retorted sarcastically.
A rough sounding scoff was returned for a moment, "Got me there, kid." Reaper responded before continuing:
"Well, if you see anything out of the ordinary, you know what to do-"
"What do you mean by that? Why are you sounding like you're leaving-"
"Well if you'd just-"
"You know how ansty I get whenever you leave me alone, especially when you leave me alone with him!" gesturing at Drake. Who clearly didn't look pleased with that comment.
"Well if you'd just shut the fuck up, you'd know why." Reaper grunted with an annoyed tone.
"Well don't need to sound so upset. But please go on. I like to hear your thoughts-"
An annoyed and tired sigh could be heard in response over the comms before it went entirely silent for a full minute before crackling back to life. "I'm going to go in and personally scope things out."
Silence filled the air before a small chuckle could be heard, "Oh I bet you are-" was all that was said before it was clear that Reaper shut his comm off.
Isimir just looked across the way at Drake who was still in the shadows and gave another dramatic shrug in his direction. Looking back through the scope of the rifle they had in their hands, "Oh sweet jesus fuckin' christ, fuck me uuppp-" Isimir mumbled into their comm that was built into the headset that was inside their mask.
"Drakey...I think you're gonna wanna take a look at this..." Isimir started back on the comms again, peering through the scope once more, "Mommy...Sorry...Mommy...Sorry, I mean Mommy, sorry-" they continued mumbling, as their eyes locked on to one figure in specific.
It was a tall, slender and curvy woman with an entirely black dress. It hung snuggly to her body as she walked with a sense of purpose, effortlessly making her way through the doors and into the main room where the art exhibit was taking place. Isimir tracked the female with the use of the scope on the rifle, watching as the woman marched her way over to another woman before coming to a stop. Isimir couldn't tell what they were saying from this distance, but they were smart enough to have put the pieces together. "Oh fuck me..."
"What now???" Reaper's voice broke through the comms once more.
"Uh...Daddy-I mean Reaper...You've got company-" An annoyed groan escaped Reaper.
"Be more specific." he demanded. Entirely ignoring what he was called seconds prior.
"I mean two very sexy and badass women to your left, less than a hundred feet away from you. Way too sexy to be simple party goers..." Isimir answered. Even with the distortion affect on their mic, the sign of clear worry could be detected in the tone they used.
"...Do you mean-"
"Femme Fetale? Yes! That is exactly what I mean, Reaper. Plus...I'd notice those asses anywhere from chasing them all over the god damn city...We got trouble, my good bitches."
A heavy sigh came from Reaper's end of the comms once more. Realizing just how serious his young side kick was being, in their weird, Isimir way, of course. "Everyone got that? We're not alone here. And if Isimir is correct...We got more problems than we initially thought. Keep your eyes out for them. The first sign of anything at play? We light them up. Minimal citizen casualties, as always. Fan out and keep your eyes peeled. Shit goes down, we go dark."


âRemind me stop letting you drag me to these stupid things,â Paladin grumbled into the ice of her dwindling glass of water. Steely cold eyes brimming with irritation followed a pair of young women as they retreated from the brief but praise-filled conversation. They were what would now be the sixth and seventh pair of eyes to fall on the two heroes, and upon seeing them, approached to fill the air with more mindless chatter. Leo, of course, ate all of this up in stride, while Aisling on the other hand wasnât one to participate in formalities such as these. They werenât far from the main commotion in the center of the room; a few ways away to the side so they could survey their surroundings easily. In fact, Leo spotted some familiar faces among the crowd. They would get to greeting them afterwards; right now they were enjoying soaking in the limelight, per usual.
Leoâs gaze was locked on the same targets, though flitting up and down occasionally to take in more of the two women than they should. The exchange had been a touch flirty, but with the way Leo looks, it's not a revelation to anyone. Of course, Switchblade fitted them out nicely, with a mahogany colored suit, the star of which being the patterned jacket. It was well fitted, but perhaps a bit too much, making mobility more difficult, but it looked damn good. For the night, they assumed it would be suitable. Their eyes lingered as they opened their mouth to speak, âI didnât make you do anything, you were invited by Xavier personally just like I was. Donât put this one on me.â They raised their own glass to their lips, but the contents of said glass was nothing short of the finest champagne available.
Aislingâs scowl was ever present, even though she knew she was wrong. âArenât we supposed to be security? Should you be drinking?â
The response was noted by Leo; Aisling likes deferring to a different subject when sheâs wrong. Their usual smile was starting to grow. âPlease. I could drink two bottles of this stuff and feel nothing,â As if to punctuate their statement, they finished the rest of their drink in one swift chug. âSecond of all, you were invited for security. I was invited because Iâm an influencer,â They put a little extra annunciation on the final word, and the smile shifted into more of a grin.
âWhoever taught you that word should be drawn and quartered,â Despite their exchange of words, Aisling didnât feel the need to turn to Leo. Although the two were bickering, there was comfortable air between them at all times.
âHey, you can only blame yourself for this one. Youâre the person who introduced me to this life,â Leo tossed a light tease as they waved down one of the many waiters in hopes of filling up their glass.
Another scoff. âYou know, your voice gets deeper when you talk to pretty girls,â Aislingâs retort was hardly scathing to the younger super, and it was yet another subject change. One more point for Leo. She paused as she heard a buzzing in her ear. Were the comms acting up? It ended shortly after, so she figured nothing of it. Hundreds of years of technology, and nobody could get wireless data transmission to work perfectly.
âIs that so?â Leoâs tone displayed their lack of offense or surprise. They swallowed before continuing, this time pitch shifting their voice even lower than before by pulling from a deeper register in their chest, âThatâs not the lowest I can go, you know.â
Aislingâs shock was apparent, though only for a moment, because she hid her emotions shortly after. Back to being indifferent. âYou are too much, honestly,â She shook her head.
Another point to me. Leo left the conversation there because a rather cute waiter was approaching with another unopened bottle of champagne. Their excitement bubbled over as they swayed in their spot: maybe he would let them unseal it? Popping open a new bottle of champagne was too much fun. But, before he could take the final steps to reach them, the two women who they had spoken to just minutes before pushed their way through the crowd to make it back. Leoâs friendly, warm smile returned as they greeted them again, âLadies, welcome back! Did you want to talk about something else?â
The both of them appeared frightened, and Leoâs brow furrowed in concern. âThereâs something going on on one of the balconies. Maybe a fight or something? We heard shouting over there. We werenât sure, we wanted to get someone more qualified to take care of it,â Their apparent distress wasnât enough to keep another subtle compliment from leaking through, even as they gestured in the direction of the noises.
âOh boy,â Leo sighed. âProbably some drunk suits arguing about stocks again. Iâll take care of it, Aisling.â They rolled their shoulders, allowing their suit jacket to fall off. âWatch this for me? It costs more than Switchblade was willing to admit, be a shame if I dirtied it before the partyâs even started.â They held the garment out, and Paladin accepted it, though not without a roll of their eyes.
âSure you can handle it?â Aisling asked, but she knew the answer she would receive already.
âOf course.â The white undershirt and vest hugged their form, but at least their shoulders werenât restricted anymore. âJuice me a little, just in case.â
The older super quirked a brow. âFor what? If theyâre just drunk idiots, what do you need it for?â
âThey could be drunk super idiots. I just wanna be prepared,â Leo held out their hand. In a setting like this, it would be a bit strange to see someone start punching someone else. So Leo and Aisling have a âsecret handshakeâ that consists of several slides and bumps between their fists. If Leo did this to a normal human, it wouldnât make much of a difference. But with Aisling, by the end of it, Leo had enough power worth a few of her punches. And they thought it was pretty cool too.
Aisling agreed, they did their little handshake, and Leo turned to leave. âCall me if you need anything. And hey, maybe grab some more of the bubbly. That usually smooths things over.â
Leo nodded in agreement and approached the cute waiter who they had seen earlier. And sure enough, he still had that unopened bottle of wine in his hand. It didnât take much coaxing to get it from him; a few smiles, kind words, and his eyes were wide as he stared up at the charming super before him. Alcohol in hand, Leo set off in the direction the women had pointed to, and after a few minutes of listening, they heard exactly what was described. Shouting, the sounds of combat, but nothing slurred implying intoxication, growing louder as they climbed some steps. Leoâs hair started to stand on end. Although they were joking about it earlier, the presence of Paladin and Quantum were meant to be additional protection. Sense of duty in tow, they typed in the temporary code they were given, and sure enough, the doors popped open.
It was cold. The wind bit at their cheeks as their pace quickened, but they ignored it. Now wasnât the time to whine about being cold. The energy bouncing around in their body would keep them warm enough for now. And before long, Leo spotted what the âcommotionâ was. They recognized Mikey in an instant; the two had met quite a few times before, earlier in the night included. (and it's not like Leo could forget her after what happened between her and Ris). She was being attacked by some masked men, and although she was holding her own, it was clear she was losing.
âHey!â Leo shouted, pulling all the attention off of Mikey to them. It wasnât a particularly difficult task, considering they were a lumbering beast in size with glowing eyes approaching from the darkness. âWhat in the world is going on here?â They asked, but they werenât looking for an answer. They wanted time, time to get closer, and with each step, the assailants grew more prepared. Not like it mattered. âDonât you know thereâs a party inside?â Leo was close now, less than 10 feet. âLook, I even brought some champagne for us to share!â That was it. They were too close now, too close to not be considered a threat. One of the masked figures charged them, blades drawn. Leoâs grip shifted to the neck of the bottle, and before the attackerâs daggers could even strike Leo, they swung the bottle upwards. It shattered underneath the assailantâs chin, and with the extra force behind it, sent him flying both upwards and backwards. Leo side-stepped as quick as they could, but a bit of the alcohol got on their pants, which fouled their mood in an instant.
âI quite liked this outfit, you-â Before their complaint could be fully realized, the other attacker stepped over the unconscious body of their ally to run towards Leo as well. Leo humored them, allowing their blades to swing, but they were caught in their hands all too easily, no blood drawn. They couldnât risk messing up their suit any more. The assailant let go of the blades, now tight in the grasp of Leoâs hands, to throw a punch at their head. Their fist simply bounced off of Leoâs face; they even heard a cry of pain underneath that mask as they clutched it to their chest and stumbled away, trying to escape. It was the only sound theyâd heard these guys make, and they found that strange. The blades were tossed behind their back, out of armâs reach of both of them. âYou hit like a bitch!â Leo took a step, but rather than place their foot on the ground, they exploded forward. They released some force from their feet, allowing them to catch up with the masked individual easily. The two came crashing onto the ground of the balcony with Leo on top, and the attacker on their stomach. âI think it's time you take a little nap like your buddy. See you in the morning!â One of their thick arms wrapped around the assailantâs neck, and with a little upward force for a minute, they were limp beneath them.
Leo stood, surveying their handiwork, before remembering Mikey. With ease, they dragged the second attacker over to the first, lying them next to each other. Now that they were within eyesight (and punching distance in case they woke up), Leo could tend to Mikey. âAre you alright?â They asked first, the playfulness from their fight fading into genuine worry. âIâm sorry I didnât get here sooner, comms are all over the place right now. Can you stand?â They asked, but held out their arm regardless, just in case. âWho in the world are these guys? How did they even get up here?â Now that the danger was gone, Leo couldnât help but wonder what the identity of these attackers was, and what their motives could possibly be. This just seemed so⊠sloppy. Surely they must have known there would be supers at this party?

xxx the sun's starting to light up
xxx when we're walking home
xxx tired little laugh, gold lie promises
xxx we'll always win at this
She tried to throw herself into work to distract herself from it. Officially, she was there to manage social media content for the event. Unofficially, she was also there as part of the undercover security team; although she had to question how feasible that would be in her dress and heels. She felt naked without any weapons. When Shiloh and Mikey said something in her earpiece about earpieces acting up, it just made her nervous. She'd barely been able to hear their voices. So instead, she focused on her cover.
"Can you send me a few photos to go up on our instagram? Preferably from when people were arriving? And can you also send me your instagram handle so I can tag you in them? Gotta get you that credit, right?" She said. The photographer grinned at her.
"Tell you what. Give me your number, and I'll text them to you," he said. Bella's smile became a little more forced, although it didn't change externally.
"Sorry, man. It's all gotta go through my work email, or else my boss will get mad at me. You know what it's like." She scribbled her work email down on a napkin and handed it to the photographer, who was shrugged a little.
"Shame. I'll send them on to you now," he said. He left the conversation at that, and Bella sighed with relief as she turned around.
It was as she turned around that her earpiece began to buzz, and she caught a strangled cry of Mikey's voice. That wasn't good. She turned around, scanning the room for a disturbance. She couldn't see anything, so she began to head for the door to see if she could get her comms to reconnect once she was outside. Then she heard someone whispering about some drunks having a fight up on the balcony. That seemed like a good spot to start. She calmly and coolly glided out of the room, before breaking into a run once she was out of sight.
The fight was over by the time she got there, and Leo had bet her to it. She sighed with relief at the presence of another hero there. "Mikey, the fuck is up with your comms? I barely knew it was you and I only got like half a word before the signal died altogether." She sighed, before turning to look at Leo. "Hello, Leo. You look amazing, as always."

xxx these are the eyes
xxx and the lies of the taken
xxx these are their hearts
xxx but their hearts don't beat like ours
But even the noise of the ghosts wasn't enough to drown out the fact that Ris was on top form in his earpiece. He was having to resist the temptation to either take out his earpiece for five minutes of peace or tell them where to shove it. When they swore, he wasn't sure whether or not to wonder if they'd just seen a particularly attractive woman, or if there was something wrong. And then the hair stood up on the back of his neck, and his attention was drawn, as if by magnetism, towards a woman in a clingy black dress. She was stunning, her dress clinging in all the right places, but that wasn't why she caught Kieran's attention. To him, she positively reeked of death. It seemed that this time, it was both a hot woman and something wrong.
"My eleven o clock. Black, clingy dress. Just entered. Taking to equally hot woman. They're our targets?" Kieran confirmed, speaking into the mic built into his sleeve.
"Copy that and confirm. Good news is, we know she hasn't gotten any hidden weapons," Maelstrom murmured in response. The smirk was evident in his voice. Kieran scanned the room, before spotting the familiar mop of blue hair. He was on the other side of the room, but had a direct line of sight to her.
"You're probably the only person here who thought that, you realise that, Mael?"
"That's why you get a gay to be your lookout."
Kieran slowly crept along the balcony, careful to make sure he was still cloaked in shadow. "Confirm direct visual on her from my position."
"That woman... her attire... what woman would wear such a thing? She... she is a witch!"
"Thanks for that, Sir Percival," he mumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Give me my sword and I will slay her, for the good of the country!"
"No. You don't get your sword until we know she's going to attack."
"You would sabotage me, young page?"
"... yes. Now be quiet."
xxxxxADAxxFORREST

âRelax.â Ada nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Kye behind her.
âJesus Christ Kye, can you not?â
The smile faded from Kyeâs face for a moment. âWhatâs up with you?â
Her tongue felt heavy. Telling him would be the easiest thing in the world, but she couldnât. Not with Xander making his views on supers so well known. She couldnât dump that on Kye. âJust nervous I guess.â
She pretended to not see the glance down to her leg before Kye put his arm around her shoulder and swiped a canape with the other hand. âYouâll be fine.â He took a bite. âThese things always play out the same. People schmooze and make golf plans or whatever, a few people have too much champagne and then split off to whichever White Castle has the smallest drive-thru queue because there wasnât enough food.â
âWhite Castle? Really?â
âWhatâs wrong with White Castle?â
Ada shook her head. âNothing. Youâve just absolutely destroyed the image I had of you in my head. You know, the one where you have taste?â Her jaw tensed when she heard the electric buzz in her ear. She wasnât exactly a tech expert, but she knew that it wasnât good. The voices coming through were garbled like they were filtered through water. She looked around the room. Through the pockets of people, she saw Leo weaving through to the exit. Ok, ok, thatâs gonna be fine. âIâll just be a minute,â she said to Kye and excused herself from the room. She might have perked up a few of the flower arrangements on her way, no one can prove anything.
Ada locked the bathroom door behind her and slid her earpiece out. The casing wasnât cracked, she couldnât see any loose wire hanging out. It looked the same as it always did. Maybe a storm was rolling in, the electricity in the air interfering with the signal. She rolled the earpiece between her hands and slid it back in place. She quickly checked beneath the door. No one else was here. Good. âGuys, whatâs going on?â She still kept her voice low. You could never be too careful. âMy comms are acting up.â
xxxCAMERONxxJENSEN

Isimirâs voice crackled through on the comms from their highpoint somewhere above. "Drakey...I think you're gonna wanna take a look at this..." There was static for a moment before Isimirâs voice came back. "MommyâŠSorry...Mommy...Sorry, I mean Mommy, sorry-"
Cameron bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a laugh. âThink Drakeyâs spoken for Isimir, you trying to get him in trouble?â He leaned back against the wall, looking down to the lower floor. There was a stone bench a few paces away. He could sit down, but knowing his luck it would be a modern art installation and alarms would start blaring as soon as he looked at it. His survival plan at this point was âDonât Get Chewed By Reaperâ and it was working pretty well. Setting off an alarm during a stakeout would end that perfect streak.
It wasnât often that Cam felt like the new kid that he very much was on the team, but when they started talking about being on eleven and fours, he got lost. Why couldnât they just say âheading towards X exhibitâ? Would that be so hard? He rolled his neck and slipped away from himself. Variant pulled his mask into place and headed back over himself. âCopy, Variant One in position. There was a second and then Cameron heard himself over the comms. âVariant Two, Iâm heading to the security hub.
Variant cracked his fingers one by one as he slipped away to the back of the art gallery. The forced laughter from the party faded. The neon street signs lit the world outside. He normally wasnât one for the Upper City. It was too loud, too bright, and it got dialed all the way up when you were seeing it from six different points of view. Stay on task Cam⊠Variant slowed as he approached the security door. He prodded the door with his toe and it swung open and back again. Clearly whoever was in there had been sloppy. Variant opened the door and slid inside, making sure to close it behind him properly.
Finally, the security guard noticed him. âWho the hell are you?â
Variant rocked onto his toes and swung his arms awkwardly. âYou probably donât believe that I got lost looking for the bathroom, do you?â
âNo.â
âNo...didnât think you would. I donât suppose you could just step aside and let me use the cameras? Would be a lot easier for both of us.â
Very carefully, the guard began to reach under his desk. Panic button? A gun? Either way, Variant didnât want to know for certain. A second Variant lunged forward and pulled the guardâs hand back, spinning him around and into his cloneâs fist. They hauled the guard up and slammed him headfirst into the wall, just for good measure. Variant high-fived himself and then there was only one. A shiver went down his spine as he remembered the fight from another point of view. He ducked down and searched the space the guard had reached for. There was an assortment of candy wrappers and a taser thrown in haphazardly, and a panic button attached to the underside. Variant pocketed the taser and took the guard's seat.
He looked over the screens, tracking the people inside, and followed the path to the two women they were targeting. âOhâŠshit...â He tapped his comm. âVariant Two, security hub is secured. I have a taser, a panic button, and visual on the targets and would also like to note that Charonâs hair is looking especially good today.â

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Currently he is finishing up the prototype models of a new communications system he wanted the team to use. He figured itâd be more beneficial to the archaic system Aegis had them using tonight. During this time, he was also flipping through security cameras at the party and listening into conversations. Seemed like a better way to know what happened without the pain of human interaction. He stopped for a moment for a couple of bong rips because why not while he was here.
It was at this moment he became fully distracted when the camera landed on Bella. And it continued to be panned on Bella for far too long as Kit neglected what he was working on and just stared at his screen with the worlds goofiest look one could come up with. Wow, she looks so incredible. I should go down and talk to her. He zoomed the camera in a bit further before he rested his cheek into his palm and continued being the world's biggest creep. As much as he wanted to go down and talk to her. Thereâs no way he could. What would he even say? He can barely speak a cohesive sentence to people he despises. With her itâs even worse. He attempts but instead ends up running away if they arenât sparring or that one time she snuck into his car but that was completely different circumstances.
Suddenly the screens tuned into the cameras started to act strangely. Heâd barely heard Mikeyâs comms go down but it wasnât like he was entirely paying attention to where she even was given his current distraction. Instead it was seeing Bella leave in a panic that sent him on high alert and scanning the screens to find everyoneâs locations before every screen of his that was connected to the security camera suddenly went blank in unison. Well thatâs not goodâŠ
Just then, a hand came crashing down to the back of his head as a slap deserving of being on one of the animeâs he had queued up on one of his many screens. âStop being a stalker, nerd.â SevenâŠ
âStop being such a jerk, jerk.â Kit retorted back as he rubbed the back of his head. Seven simply laughed at him. âGood one.â God she was so annoying. Why did he get stuck with her as a mentor again anyway?
âComms are down. Not sure if you noticed while you were drooling all over your monitors. But somethings up and Mikeyâs disappeared.â
âThank you captain obvious. I had no idea.â
âDidnât seem like it from where I was standing.â
âWhatever. Just hand me that screwdriver and quit wasting my time.â Kit rolled his eyes as he stuck out his hand. Seven complied but not without more added sass to give. âNot sure how building toys solves the missing team member issue...â
âNeither does arguing with someone old enough to be your child.â The fact that Seven didnât slap him was more surprising than the fact that he even had the balls to make a comment on her age. Must be the weed. âDone. You go grab Ada from the party and anyone else if they turn up. I know where Mikey is and I need to get this to her. If this much of our system crashes I'm gonna need to get communications up fast before I can figure out who got into our system.â
Seven saluted him while he rolled his eyes. âWhatever you say âoh fearless leaderâ. I never realized how handsome you can be when youâre not an annoying ball of anxiety.â With that, she was gone and heading straight for Ada to clue her in on everything that was happening. She may not want to admit that Kit was right to be worried but why should she worry when she has luck on her side?
Kit b-lined it to Mikeyâs location. He came running down with his favored bo staff in hand and his new invention tucked into his jacket. When he made it to the door he decided it would be a genius idea to use his bio electric powers to help him bust open the door and send it flying (if anyone is behind that door... heâs sorry) before jumping through the entrance twirling his no staff around and yelling out, âThereâs no need to fear! Spark-Plug is here!â And grinning like the childish idiot he probably is. He looked at everyone and then came to the realization that Bella was right there and now any bit of confidence he may have had in that moment has now sunk down to the depths of hell where they belong. âI-I uh made this thing. It-Itâs to boost your tel-t-telepathy p-powers so we ca-can all be mind l-linked.â His gaze met his feet as he presented her the silver band and then handed the ear pieces to everyone else. God Iâm so stupidâŠ
The words had been music to his ears: a symphony of validation after years of trials, tribulations, and most importantly, training. Everything before had been either a simulation or errands of no true consequence. Whether it was rescuing cats from trees, returning lost goods, or helping kids find their way home none of it affected the big picture and nearly all of it involved the supervision of a random security guard or cop. There was no excitement or impact. None of these were things only he could do.
Blending into the party was easy, especially when half of the team was employed by Hale Enterprises or part of Atlasâs elite. Clarence however, was neither. Having slipped through the cracks and into Aegisâ lap he was a nobody and therefore, perfect for the role of the waiter. Per their instructions he was to be a fly on the wall, listening for suspicious activity and providing backup should something happen.
âYes, Athereum is on the up and up these days,â a bespectacled man mused, âI might pick up a few thousand myself.â
âYou canât be serious Rembrandt. Money stored through the Internet? How will anyone verify its value?â his partner, a brunette woman asked.
âWe already pay through cards and wire everything online. Athereum is the way of the future!â he exclaimed before downing the rest of his champagne.
God, this is so boring, Clarence held back an eyeroll as the two continued debating ecommerce. Was this what rich people talked about these days?
Before Clarence could walk away however, Rembrandt set his empty glass on the heroâs tray.
âYoung man, please bring us another round of drinks,â the man said.
âOh, and more of those lovely tapenade crostinis!â
Nodding silently, Clarence walked away from the couple and towards the back of the venue. Behind two hallways and a pair of black doors was the kitchen where the staff was having a celebration of their own (at least as much as one could while still serving the upper crust of Atlas). Empty champagne bottles, cigarette butts, and plates were all piled in the sink while a tray of stuffed mushrooms thawed on the counter top. Of the ten staff members working tonight four were in the ballroom, two of them called off and as it seemed, the rest were back here. One of the waiters had their feet kicked up on the table, the chef was missing, and the janitor was swirling a glass of red wine.
âWe need more champagne and that olive paste,â Clarence announced, setting the empty glasses in the sink.
âMmm, thatâs a Kelsey problem, not a me problem,â one of the waiters yawned.
âOkay so where is she?â he asked.
âSmoke break,â the other staff member answered before pouring himself another glass.
Great. If there was one thing that people loved hearing, it was that something wasnât available to them.
âBut then... what do I tell them?â Clarence asked.
âDonât tell them anything. Just wait for them to forget,â he shrugged, âweâre getting paid by the hour, not the plate.â
Strictly speaking, Clarence wasnât getting paid at all.
Aside from the free food, he had no incentive to be on this specific mission. He would have been fine anywhere and if not today, he would have been happy to accept his first mission tomorrow. But being here, having this opportunity was more than just coincidence. He had no interest in bumping elbows with celebrities or learning to serve the rich. He only cared about one attendee: Alexa Lawrence. Outside of a cursory patrol around the ballroom, he had spent the last hour following behind her and her date, his plate a hodgepodge of drinks and Hors d'oeuvres he pilfered from other servers.
He wanted to say something, anything, but each time he opened his mouth he could only manage a whisper. Would she explain how she abandoned him so easily? Would she apologize? Would she even recognize him? Though they shared eyes and cheekbones, one wouldnât have known they were related at first glance. As a child, sheâd told him that he always looked more like his grandfather and given that she never met his father, it was hard to say that Clarence received anything from him.
He certainly didnât step in, when Clarence was tossed out the door.
"Hey."
Glancing to his left, he saw the janitor gesturing for him to grab a glass.
"Come have a drink."
Nodding gratefully, Clarence put down his tray and walked over before downing the wine.
âThank-"cough"-you."
"Easy there, the party's still going on for another two hours," the janitor chuckled.
"Either way you look like you've seen a ghost," the waiter commented.
Well he was half right.
Before he could interject, a garbled noise buzzed through his earpiece.
"Say that again? Your comm acted up-"
âHello? Mike-Skaoi? Skaoi?â
More garbled noise followed through before cutting out entirely.
âDude, who are you talking to?â the waiter asked, knitting his brow.
âI-Uhh...â
Shit. Shit. Shit. He was not supposed to use their real names or code names...or talk out loud for that matter. Was this guy going to find out that Mikey was Skaoi? Would Aegis have to kill him? Would he?
âAre you okay? Youâre getting pale. Like even more than normal,â the waiter frowned.
Iâll be right back!â Clarence announced before tossing his glass (and missing) into the sink.
âWhat about your tapenade?â the waiter asked.
âTell them Iâm on a smoke break!â
Bolting out the back door, Clarence circled around the premises looking for signs of a brawl. He could feel his heart beating with anticipation, ears burning at the thought of bursting onto the scene with a superhero landing. Wildman would save the day with his patented "Serenity Inducement", lulling the villains into a false sense of security before taking them out with the one-two punch.
So naturally, the moment he finally arrived, all of the thugs were unconscious and the rest of his team (Ada aside) were wrapping up their discussion.
âAw man, you took them all down without me?"

~Two Hours Before The Party~
Luci was positively beside herself. For the first few hours, all she could do was pace. But now, with her legs tired, she sat on the edge of her bed, wishing she could bite her perfectly manicured nails. She couldnât, no, she musnât. They were for the party. Occasionally, her eyes would dart to her bathroom door; behind it hung the dress she was to wear tonight. Xavier insisted on taking care of it since Luci was essentially working for him this evening. And after one long fitting session, she was given a dress, the likes of which she had never seen before. She couldnât handle it! The man had designed a dress without consulting her at all, but, being who she is, Luci couldnât say no when he insisted on handling all of it. That was just the kind of man Xavier was.
A knock at her door sent Luci flying. Well, metaphorically. She scrambled across her apartment until she reached the entrance. After a deep breath and flattening out the ruffles in the robe she had on, she opened the door. What she was greeted with was her resident titan of a friend, one arm propped on the door frame rather dramatically. âHey pretty lady,â Leo greeted the blonde, a usual phrase that always caused Luciâs cheeks to heat up. Before Luci could scold them for teasing her at a time like this, they continued, âHeard there was some kind of an emergency. Figured you could use a hero,â The playful and obviously exaggerated deepness of their voice pulled a scoff from Luci.
âShut up!â Luci snapped back. The usually composed and coordinated woman was clearly ruffled, and she even reached forward, grabbing Leoâs wrist to pull them into her apartment. After shutting the door behind her and ignoring the pleased laugh from Leo, Luci turned to look their friend up and down again. They were dressed to the absolute nines, with a gorgeous auburn and maroon suit. âWow, you look⊠Amazing,â She tossed out that compliment, clearly dazzled by the quality of the outfit.
âThanks babes,â Leo replied as they walked further into Luciâs apartment. It was clear they were familiar with the layout. âI better look nice. The fitting took almost six fuckinâ hours.â
Luci gawked at Leo as she followed behind them. âSix hours? What in the worldâŠâ
âI know right?!â Leo replied quickly, the excitement evident in their tone. âBut hey, it totally paid off. Look!â They turned to the side before twisting their upper torso, a move that flexed the majority of the lower half of their body. âThese slacks make my ass look great! Look!â They commanded again.
Whatever blush Luci had from her garish friendâs earlier comments was reinforced as she turned a deep shade of crimson. Of course, with Leo gesturing and all, she couldnât help but glance down before swiftly looking away. âI didnât invite you here for you to show me your butt!â Her hands clenched at her sides, a habitual action that she performed when embarrassed.
Leo just laughed and stopped their flexing to face Luci completely. âAlright alright, you can look now. So whatâs this emergency all about?â
Finally, with the correct topic at hand, Luci could do her best to vent her frustrations and anxiety. But, despite the fact that it took several minutes for Leo to get there, she hadnât figured out exactly how to explain why she was freaking out so much. She hatched a plan as fast as she could. Just as she had done moments before, Luci grabbed Leoâs wrist and pulled them to her bedroom. âSit on the bed. Keep your eyes shut until I tell you to open them,â Luciâs orders were soft, with her nerves causing her voice to shake.
With a smirk, Leo did as they were told. âYes maâam, Iâll do whatever you command-â
âLeo!â She barked, and the giggle from their now blinded friend only made her more furious. Luci disappeared into her bathroom, nudging the door mostly shut behind her. From the deep-rooted anxiety, Luci had practiced putting on the complex dress several times by this point, only to grow too flustered at the thought of wearing it out and taking it off again. With it now on securely, she inched her way out of the bathroom until she was standing directly in front of Leo.
All that they heard was the soft sound of rustling fabric and⊠clinking noises? The urge to open their eyes was strong, but Leo wouldnât betray Luciâs trust like that. The blonde took one deep breath, counting the seconds as she felt her chest fill, and then let out a staid exhale. âAlright, you can open your eyesâŠâ
Once their eyes were open, it took less than two seconds for Leoâs jaw to grow slack. If they thought their suit was nice, Luciâs dress was positively opulent. Even in the dim light of the room, the thousands of crystals that covered the dress sparkled and shined, but not in any way that was remotely blinding. It appeared as if the entire dress was made from said crystals, but with so many of them so close together, it instead looked as if she was draped in liquid sparkles. It fell all the way to the floor, where it collected only a touch at Luciâs feet, implying it was meant to be worn with heels. The dress was form fitting and solid all the way up to her chest, where it was promptly cut off entirely, leaving her sternum and the curve of her bust exposed, along with her shoulders and arms. Their piercing gaze traced every curve and inch of Luci, something that caused Luciâs blush to spread to her neck. âOh my godâŠâ They could finally mumble. They hadnât even blinked yet, they were so entranced.
Luci was rooted to her spot, practically shaking due to how tense she was. She couldnât wear something like this. âI⊠I donât know what to do! I canât wear this, I simply canât-
âWhoa whoa whoa, what are you on about? Its well beyond fucking gorgeous!â Leo complimented with such intensity, Luci couldnât help but purse her lips.
âI feel⊠I feel like a damn disco ball!â Luci groaned, both of her hands flying to her face.
âLulu, if youâre a disco ball, you are the hottest damn disco ball I have ever seen,â Leo replied and a chuckle followed. They still hadnât blinked. âCome on, give me a little spin!â
Luci remained still as a statue. âIâŠâ Her voice wavered. Her heart was hammering in her chest. âI-I canâtâŠâ
Leoâs face expressed their confusion as their eyebrows pinched together. âWhy not?â
âThatâs⊠Thatâs the worst part about this dress. Look..â With the conclusion of her sentence, Luci took a sheepish step forward.
The dress pooled between her legs like liquid, away from one that had just shifted, to reveal a dangerously long slit in the side of the garment that stopped only a few inches below her waist. It was clear that, with every step, almost the entirety of Luciâs legs would be exposed up to the top of her thigh. Leoâs hand flew to their mouth. âOh. My. God.â Leo repeated themselves. âLuci⊠People will see your legs⊠I need to call the police-â The sarcasm in their tone only added to the blondeâs vexation.
âStop teasing! I donât know what to do!â There was a desperation in her tone; she truly had no idea how to deal with this. âI canât wear this! I simply canât!â Luci also repeated herself, but this time, that soft Yorkshire accent bled through which caused an uproarious laughter to explode out of Leo.
âIâm going to need you to take some deep breaths because I canât handle you when you sound like you just stepped off the Mayflower-â Leo huffed and puffed between breaths, their intense laugh causing themselves to wheeze.
Luciâs irritation turned to rage, and she grabbed one of the pillows that sat next to the hero. âStop laughing! You..!â She went to thwack Leo over the head with it, but they were too fast for her, and caught it in their hands. This only created another wave of laughter from them.
âEasy, I just got my hair done! Ok, ok, ok, give me a second, Christ I canât breathe-â Leo did their best to stop, but it was quite difficult. With Luci so flustered, she was as red as a tomato, and it made for a comical sight. But after some more deep breaths, Leo composed themselves. âOk, alright. Iâm sorry Luci but I donât understand what the problem is. The dress is gorgeous.â
How could she possibly explain this to Leo? Someone whose job it was to wear exuberant and sumptuous clothing, someone whoâs worn garments that were far more revealing than hers. âI.. I canât wear something as fancy as this. And so revealing⊠Everyone will be looking at me,â She fretted. As she spoke, she pressed her palms to her warm cheeks in an attempt to cool them, but not really succeeding because all of her body felt so hot.
âLuci, youâre going to be on stage. Everyone will be watching you anyway, why not look killer while doing it?â Leo offered. They leaned back on their palms, mostly so they could get a better look at the blonde. It was hard for their gaze to settle on one place; the dressâ design prompted them to keep exploring rather than sitting still.
Luci frowned. She was already nervous enough about needing to perform on stage. Live music really wasnât her thing, but considering the fact that Xavier all but begged her to do it, she had to agree. His points were valid; with her voice, she could ensure the party goers would be calm and happy all night, and perhaps a bit more open to business dealings as well. âI.. I donât know. I donât think I look good and-... a-and what if my mother sees me wearing thisâŠâ Her eyes drifted away from Leo as her mind wandered. She purposefully avoided telling her mother about Xavierâs offer to give her a dress, specifically because Ruth would want to either pry or influence his design. But, at this point, she wondered if she had perhaps chosen incorrectly. If her mother had any hand in the design, the garment would be much more modestâŠ
âWho cares what the wicked witch thinks?â Leoâs rhetorical question would remain unanswered, mostly because Leo already knew how Luci would reply. âDidnât you say she probably wasnât going to go anyways?â
Luci released another tense sigh before continuing, âShe said she wasnât feeling very well so she might not go, but sheâs used that excuse to make a fancy late entrance beforeâŠâ Her voice dropped to a grumble as the sentence progressed.
Leo blinked a few times before narrowing their eyes. âShe what now? I swear to the gods, rich people-â They shook their head and rolled their eyes. Before Luci could even say anything more, Leo stood. Now on their feet, they towered over Luci, and firm but gentle hands landed on her shoulders. âLulu, you look radiant. In fact, the word doesnât even cover how stunning you are in that dress,â Leo laid the praise on thick, and although it did embarrass Luci, it also filled her chest with warmth. âEveryone will think you are gorgeous. And youâre going to wow them with that equally gorgeous voice of yours. Everything is going to go great! I promise.â Everything about Leo was just so kind and warm, Luci couldnât help but relax, even if it was just a little bit.
âI⊠I did already commit to this, I canât back out now,â She relented with a sigh, but her mind was still wracked with anxiety. All she could think about are all the eyes, everyone staring at her. And she had no clue who was even going to attend the party! She knew Mikey and Leo would be there, but so would Bella⊠And Morganaâs family had influence, surely she would be there too⊠The thought of her current crush seeing her in this dress made her stomach fill with butterflies. âUghhhâŠâ She groaned and covered her eyes. Without even thinking about it, her wings extended and curled around her, as if trying to hide herself away. Then, she remembered something. The main reason why she needed Leo here, other than the emotional support of course. âOh, thereâs one more thing. Xavier also gave me some⊠accessories to go with the dress.â Luci walked carefully in the gown, making sure not to trip, and grabbed a medium sized box. Upon opening it, she began to place all of the objects on her bed. First, a masquerade style mask designed with the same crystals that lined her dress, a pair of matching stilettos, and then a satin pouch about the size of Leoâs fist.
âYouâll even be wearing a mask! Thatâll help with the nervousness, Iâm sure.â Leo continued to do their best to comfort their friend, but most of it fell on deaf ears. âHonestly, Iâm surprised Xavier even offered the mask. Heâs hiding your beauty!â
âOh, stop with the compliments. Iâve had enough of you already,â Luci scolded her friend, although it was gentle. âI think it's because Xavier asked me to perform as Raphael, not as Lucille Simon. So⊠The mask fits, I suppose.â She was thankful that at least some of her cheeks would be covered. But the mask wouldnât be able to do much for the lower half of her face and neck, which she was sure would turn just as crimson as her cheeks. âThe mask isnât what matters. I need your help with these.â Luci picked up the pouch, her movements as delicate as her fingers, and pulled open the draw strings. Then, she poured only a small fraction of the contents into her palm, and Leoâs eyes widened for perhaps the tenth time in the past few minutes. In her hand sat even more crystals, all a teardrop shape, with little clips on the end. âIâm assuming he wants me to put these on my wings, and I canât do that myself...â It was clear what Luci was requesting, but her tone was just as sheepish as it always was.
Leo nodded, perhaps a bit too excitedly knowing they would be able to help, as they got to their feet. âI get what you mean! I just need to clip them to your wings, right?â They plucked one of the crystals from Luciâs hand and walked behind her. From there, they could see how the back of the dress worked, and they were utterly perplexed by the witchcraft at play keeping the garment secure. The entirety of Luciâs back was exposed, obviously due to her wings, with the covering only starting at the bottom of the small of her back.
The hesitation on Leoâs part only reinforced Luciâs embarrassment. She could feel the waves of heat in her face. âEyes up here, Leo!â
âSorry, sorry! You just look⊠Really really nice,â Leo shook their head, as if to break themselves from a haze, before returning to the task at hand. They took their free hand and pressed it to Luciâs wing, an action that made the short woman tense, but they were just searching for a nice long feather. After finding a suitable one, they clipped the crystal to the top of it, hoping that the âchristmas treeâ method of hanging them would work. And so far, it was going well, it looked secure. Leo even batted at it once to see if it would slip off, and it held fast. âPerfect! Alright, I know what I gotta do.â
Meanwhile, Luci had to fight to sit still. She wasnât used to people poking around in her wings, so it was an odd feeling. It almost tickled, but mostly it just made her shiver. âOk. Iâve got my hair mostly done, but I still need to do my make-up. Can we relocate in front of a mirror?â Luci glanced back at Leo as she asked, and an exuberant thumbs up from the taller hero was all the answer she needed. She shambled over to a vanity she had in her room, and she took care to tuck her dress under her as she sat on the stool. âAlright, attach away. We donât have much time left.â
Luci really thought she could do it. At first, it wasnât too bad. Leo started closer to the tips of her wings, where she was much less sensitive. But her nerves coupled with the tingling on her skin from Leoâs touch was making her hand shake. She was growing more and more frustrated by the second. They didnât have time for this! She had to keep trying. She managed to get a layer of foundation, but now it came time to add the highlights, and she was struggling. And these were supposed to be the easy parts! How in the world would she do her eyeliner like this? âFuck, I canât do this!â She exclaimed suddenly, and it made Leo jump. Mostly because Luci so rarely cursed, they knew something was horribly wrong. But before they could even ask, Luci was explaining, âI-I canât do my makeup, my hands keep shaking⊠Can you do it for me Leo? I know Iâm asking so much of you..â
Leo walked around Luci so they could talk to her face to face. âLulu, youâre not asking me for that much, and I would love to. Problem is⊠I am dreadful with makeup. You do not want me doing it. It would come out better if you did it during an earthquake.â As much as Leo possessed skill in many areas, makeup was not one of them. They had people who would do it for them for that reason.
The stress was starting to get to Luci; she was beginning to feel sick to her stomach. The tightness in her chest shifted up her throat, and a quiet sniff caught Leoâs attention. âI don't know what to doâŠâ Her voice dropped to a whisper as she fought the urge to cry. It was all just so overwhelming.
âOh, please donât cry! Weâll figure this out, I swear. Let me just⊠Hmm⊠Oh! Let me make a call.â Leo dug into their pocket to pull out their phone. In seconds, they had a number dialed. They didnât put it on speaker, but considering there were no other sounds in the room, Luci could hear the ringer going off. She wasnât sure who her friend was calling, but she couldnât help but grow tense as she waited. But eventually the recipient picked up. Leoâs chipper voice rang out first, âHey cutie!â
A semi-familiar voice replied. âHey Leo! I was just grabbing my suit from the cleaners, whatâs up?â
âI need a favor. But first, I have a question.â
âHit me!â
âDo you know how to do makeup?â Leo asked, and Luciâs brows furrowed. She realized who it was. That was Harold, Leoâs personal assistant. Why would they call him? Surely he doesnât know how to-
âOf course I do! What kind of question is that?â Haroldâs reply clearly stunned Luci, and she blinked a few times in surprise. âDo you need me to do your makeup for the party?â
âNot me. I need you to do Luciâs. Sheâs having trouble because sheâs so nervous about performing.â
âOh, sure! Luci⊠Sheâs Raphael right? The pretty blonde one?â Haroldâs compliment made Luci blush.
âYeah, Iâll send you the address! Sheâs not too far from my place,â Leo pulled the device away from their face to type in her address.
There was a pause, one that Luci assumed was Harold reading the address and punching it into a GPS. âThatâs not far at all. Iâll be there in 10!â
âThanks, youâre the best. I owe you one.â
Harold laughed. âIâll add it to the list.â
With that, the call ended, and Leo returned their attention to Luci. âYou get all that?â Leo asked, a pleased smile on their face. Luci could only nod. It was all so much, she was practically too stunned to speak. âAlright, Iâm going to keep attaching these things, just sit tight and focus on keeping calm.â
The minutes that ticked by felt like hours. In that time, Luci had to come to grips with the fact that the second person to see her wear this dress would be Harold, and she worried over what his reaction would be. What if he thought it was too much and made fun of her? She chewed on her bottom lip as she watched the clock, twitching occasionally as Leo touched her wings. When her doorbell finally buzzed, Luci thought she was going to jump out of her skin. She went to stand, but Leo beat her to the door and let Harold in. He was dressed rather casually, but he held a hanger with a long cover on it. She assumed it was his suit and couldnât help but feel bad. She was inconveniencing him, surely.
But if Harold felt inconvenienced in any way, he sure wasnât showing it. There was a broad smile on his face, one that was so similar to the one on Leo, it was almost comical. However, the moment Haroldâs eyes landed on Luci, his smile faded away and was replaced with something else: awe. âOh my god, you look⊠Incredible,â He spoke in an almost hushed tone, accurately expressing his amazement.
Luci flushed and averted her gaze; she was already feeling the heat in her body that came with being the center of someoneâs attention. âTh⊠Thanks..â
Leo thwacked Harold on the back of the head. âNow is not the time for ogling! Weâre running out of time, letâs go,â They had already returned to their task by the time they finished speaking. They werenât even halfway done yet, and they only really had an hour or so left.
âAlright, alright. So Luci, what kinda look are you going for?â He stepped closer, his eyes inspecting both her face and the wide variety of makeup sitting next to her.
âAh⊠Nothing too crazy. I have some⊠some silver eyeshadow to go with the dress. Mostly just.. A subtle look, I suppose?â Luci has never needed to explain her makeup to someone else; sheâs always done it for herself. So it was hard to not be vague.
âOk, you got it!â But her vagueness did not dissuade Harold. He already knew what he needed to do. There was no hesitance as his fingers cupped Luciâs chin to tilt her head up further. âJust hold as still as you can.â
Luci did as she was told; it's not as if that was the first time she had been given a command like that before. It was a difficult task, but she did as best as she could. Any soft orders from Harold were compiled with immediately, things like, âclose your eyesâ, âtilt your head up moreâ, etc. Before anything else, Luciâs mother raised an obedient woman. And it's not as if she had the wherewithal right now to resist. Her mind was a whirlwind. Her heart had been racing for so long, she was already exhausted and the night hadn't even begun. At least now, she didnât have to think too much about what was happening. Harold worked quickly, but perfection canât be rushed. The minutes ticked by, and they were getting so close to their time limit. Finally, Harold took a step back to survey his work. âAlmost done! All thatâs left is your lipstick. What color were you going to go with? Red?â He asked, already reaching for the crimson red colored tube.
âWell, red seems like a lot, doesnât it? I was thinking something a bit more subtle, a nude color-â
âI donât know. The red would complete the look so well! Trust me on this,â His smile was just so genuine, it was hard for Luci to resist. After a short pause, she relented, giving him a nod in response. Skilled hands applied the gloss to her lips. It was a bright red, with a shine to it, and it popped in comparison to all of the silver she was wearing. âAll done! And weâve got just enough time to spare. I can drive you guys there if you want. Let me just get changed really quick.â Harold took his suit and disappeared into the nearby bathroom, leaving Luci and Leo alone.
âYou really do look gorgeous, Lulu. Here, let me get your mask on.â Leo picked up the delicate, fancy accessory and fastened it to Luciâs face. Once that was done, it was clear Luci was on autopilot. She stepped into her heels and stood straight and tall instinctively. Even with the stilettos, she was several inches shorter than Leo. Leo paused. Luci could tell there was something on their mind, but she didnât have the energy to ask them to spill. It's not like Leo would keep it to themselves anyways: being quiet wasnât in their nature. âYou should look at yourself in the mirror so you can see just how beautiful you are.â
â... No, I.. I donâtâŠâ Luci was losing strength, and unbeknownst to the people in her apartment, she was spiraling. She was glad that Leo and Harold couldnât hear the sound of her heart. She thought it was going to explode. While he had been doing her makeup, she didnât even bother taking in her own appearance.
Leo pursed their lips. Without saying anything to her, they turned and marched to the other side of the room and into Luciâs walk-in closet. When they reappeared, they had a full length mirror in their hands. Before she could be embarrassed over Leo knowing about said mirror, they plopped it in front of her. âLook, Luci! If looks could kill⊠I would be dead on the floor right now,â Their words may have been a bit silly, but Leo said them with so much seriousness it only added to the ridiculousness.
Luciâs eyes drifted to the mirror, not lazily, more numb. But upon seeing herself, she was taken aback. With everything on her, she looked⊠Wow. She couldnât help but turn, her gaze holding on the mirror. She shined and sparkled with every move, and Luci couldnât help but feel like a little bit of a princess. However, something was bugging her. She knew what it was, but it was as if she couldnât accept it. Luci paused, only to glance at her friend, who had such a big, soft smile on their face, she couldnât help but feel braver, if only a little bit. There was no hesitation as she reached around the back of her head and untied the mask from her face. âI think⊠I think I look better without it,â She said, and for once, she didnât look to someone else for their opinion. Now, with her blonde locks down and teased into wavy curls, her outfit was complete. She was as ready as she would ever be.
Harold emerged from the bathroom, smoothing down his rather sharp but classic black suit. When he lifted his head, he spotted Luci, and for the second time, he was stunned in place. For a few seconds, they were both frozen in place, blushes painting their cheeks. âWowâŠâ
âAlright you two, weâve got 20 minutes, and the party is 15 minutes away. Get your asses in gear!â Leo, yet again, whacked Harold over the head. He nodded, silently making his way to the exit. Now, mostly alone, Luci went to grab her clutch, but Leo lingered. âHey, I wasnât joking earlier. Everything is going to go great, I promise. Youâre going to kill it,â Their words were so sincere, Luci couldnât help but believe them, even though it was so difficult.
âI hope so.â
The drive to the party wasnât silent. Being silent around Leo was next to impossible. So, for the most part, Leo and Harold were talking back and forth, but Luci was too distracted to participate. As soon as they stepped into the venue, Luci was whisked away by the stagehands. She barely got to say goodbye to Leo before she disappeared, but they gave her two thumbs up and another smile, and that would have to be enough. While the mic was being attached to her ear, Luci had to remind herself to keep breathing. She recited the songlist over and over again. Even though she memorized it weeks ago, she found comfort in repeating it. Without even realizing how much time had passed, she was being pushed onto the stage as someone announced her name. This was it. All these preparations, all of that anxiety, all of it would amount to right now.
And Luci killed it. She walked, no, she strutted onto that stage, one foot after the other. She ignored the heat that exploded in her face as each step caused her dress to reveal the skin of her thighs. She ignored how much of her body was screaming to run away. She ignored the fact that her nervousness had now turned to nausea. Instead, Luci walked to the center, and she smiled, perfectly warm and radiant, no matter how fake it was. Her eyes scanned the crowd, and in it she spotted some familiar faces. Leo, Harold, and Aisling stood together, with Leo waving and using their free hand to force Aisling to wave with them. Bella was there, taking pictures for the social media pages. Clarence was off to the side, dressed as some waitstaff, but her powerful eyes found him nonetheless. Mikey was somewhere high up, keeping a close eye on everything. A familiar head of red hair belonged to Ada. Other than them, there must have been almost two hundred faces, many of them Luci recognized. And yet, there was one in particular that Luci was searching for. Even after surveying everybody, she couldnât find the short, raven-haired woman who had been occupying much of her thoughts lately. A disappointment washed over her, but she couldnât show it. No, she was in the spotlight now, shimmering and shining as much as her dress. Now, she couldnât be anything less than perfect.
As time passed, people went about their party-going tasks: conversing with elites, tasting the fanciest of alcohol and hors d'oeuvres, putting up fronts and closing deals. Some still lingered by the stage, just to watch Luci sing. Xavier picked the majority of the songs, some older, jazzy classics, and Luci didnât mind. Now that it had been some time, she could feel all of the links. Her hold had long since wrapped around the majority of the guests; even those resistant to her Siren Song would feel its effects due to the extended amount of exposure. She urged everyone to be calm, open, and relaxed, and it was working.
Luciâs mind was on autopilot. âWhen she walks she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gentle, that when she passes, each one she passes goes oohâŠâ She sang the Frank Sintra song, a few metered steps across the stage on beat accompanying her. Luci had always loved this one. It was so sad and tender, and she adored the lyrics. âBut I watch her so sadlyâŠâ And now, reciting the lyrics, she couldnât help but relate to them in a new way. âHow can I tell her I love her?â That line came out a bit too strong. Luci saw more than half of the men in the room suddenly turn to look at her. Whoops⊠With a wave of her wrist, they all blinked, as if they had been snapped from a sort of trance. âYes, I would give my heart gladly. But each day when she walks to the sea, she looks straight ahead not at me..â
It was all going well enough, but Luci noticed that, one by one, all of her friends were disappearing before her very eyes. Her eyebrows knit with concern before she shook that away. She couldnât; she was on stage. Her expression returned to the listful, pleasant one she had earlier. If there was an emergency, her comms would go off. She had to assume that everything was alright. But at that moment, Luci couldnât help but feel utterly alone. Her friends were all gone, her mother hadnât even shown up⊠And she was trapped. There were more than a hundred people in this room, and she was lonely. She was lonely and stuck, forced there by responsibility and social expectations. And still, she smiled, and sang, âTall and tan and young and lovely. The girl from Ipanema goes walkingâŠâ


So much just happened at once for Kit. He just sent Mikey flying. He was pretty sure she was going to kill him for that one. At least he impressed Bella? Except now that presented a whole new set of problems for him. She liked his entrance. Was it because he embarrassed himself? Oh god, what if she thought he was a complete loser now? He really needed to stop screwing up his chances to impress her. But then she loved his device. Kitâs face started to burn while his heart started racing again. He couldnât believe that she actually liked it and was showing it off. He kept looking down at his feet while he spoke. âItâs nothing that impressive⊠IâUhâUmm⊠Iâm glad you like it.â He put in his own earpiece not entirely sure what she was going to hear. His face was still flushed while he looked up slightly. Still unable to maintain eye contact while he chose her left shoulder as the spot his gaze fixated on. It was a nice shoulder. âUmm-IâIâm Sorry IâI couldnât test it until now. IâI donât know if it works on me yet.â Even if she could read his mind right now, all sheâd be hearing is him calling himself an idiot on repeat after that failed attempt to talk to her.
Bella raised an eyebrow as Kit said it wasnât that impressive. âNo, this is really cool!â She said as she started trying to hone in on peopleâs thoughts. It took her a few minutes before she could actually focus on anyoneâs thoughts properly, and when she finally could, she found that it was Kitâs that she could hear. His thoughts were swirling but she could see that he was annoyed with himself. âKit! Youâre not an idiot! Youâre brilliant!â She gushed, holding out her fist to him for a fist bump. âThis works so so well!â
Kitâs cheeks started burning thanks to the knots in his stomach over Bella praising him. He didnât know how to wrap his mind around her like his invention. Sure, it happened to be perfect timing considering their comms had just gone down but still. How was anything he did impressive in comparison to everyone else. Like Bella. Sheâs just absolutely amazing in every way Kit could think of. Her smile, the way she always bested him when they sparred, how awesome her powers were. He loved the fact that she wasnât scared to go out into the field and actually be a hero. He didnât really think he could call himself a hero with how often he chose to hide in his lab instead. He was just tech support compared to them.
It took a few minutes before Kit got the answer to her being able to read his thoughts for the first time. Oh god she can now hear everything. Sheâs gonna really know how much of a nervous idiot I am now. He wanted to stop thinking at that moment but his nerves were screaming inside. Mostly to try and not think about Bella. Which in hindsight, would mean his head was screaming with thoughts about Bella. He needed to change the topic quickly or else he was screwed. His brain really needed to shut up. The mission! Right! He needed to get back on the mission. That was the smartest way to not make himself look anymore like a blubbering dork with the worldâs biggest crush on a girl way out of his league. âThank you.â He acknowledged her praise again softly. âSo, um, what are we supposed to do now?â
Once Bella had determined that she could, in fact, hear Kitâs thoughts, she immediately decided to try it on some of the others. It worked for everyone and made it much easier for her to hone in on them. She guessed that that also meant that it was working for everyone else. Kit was brilliant enough and smart enough that she didnât doubt for a second that it was the case. She was constantly amazed by how smart he was and how heâd been able to build something like this. It worked perfectly for what they needed it to do, but without being uncomfortable or making things too loud for her. She could barely work some of the especially complicated photocopiers in work, but heâd been able to build something like this, and so easily. And his enthusiasm about it had been so cute, as had been his embarrassment. He was really just so cute-
Wait. Could the others hear her thoughts as well? Shit, shit, shit. If Mikey had heard any of that, Bella would never live it down. She nodded at his thanks and tried to look as professional as possible as he asked what they were supposed to do. âWell, by the looks of it, Leo and Mikey dealt with the bad guys. So, glorious leader, do we go back to the party or do we get to kick a bit more ass?â Bella asked, looking at Mikey.
Kit may be a genius, but he somehow managed to also not be the smartest in the room when it came to social intelligence.While he was worrying so much over Bella hearing his embarrassing thoughts heâd completely forgotten that the entire point of this was for everyone to be able to mentally communicate with each other. Meaning his thoughts were a beacon to everyone else unfortunate enough to be linked to our two clueless geniuses with very obvious crushes on each other. Bella just happened to be the first person everything would pass through as she was the âhome baseâ for their mental link.
He distracted himself with his wristwatch. Another special invention of his as it projected small holographic images for him to interact with. He pulled up a scan of the entire building and everyone in it and made the projection larger for the group to see. âWho do we grab first and how many more goons do you guys think there are?â Kit spoke calmly finally. It was easy when talking about this kind of stuff. He understood how to talk about missions and plans and of course anything science related. He kept staring at the projection trying to think about what the most practical solution could be. Maybe he could find the answer and be useful. He could be a better help to Mikey than the dork who ran her over with a door.
Leo Lambert

Quantum | Hero | #FFD201

Skadi | Hero | #197b5b
From up this high, and the current time of year, it was absurdly cold. Which made every movement even worse as the wind would pick up every few seconds, before dying down. Truth be told, Mikey didn't know how much longer she could keep it up in these conditions, when something unexpected happened. She heard another voice speak up. At first, dread filled her as she was prepared to have to fight a third, but after a few seconds, it hit her. She knew who that voice belonged to. And with a quick side-eye glance, a wave of relief washed over her as she saw it was none other than Leo, or well, Quantum.
Everything that happened next, happened too fast. Somehow her senses were dwindling faster than she'd like to admit, and Mikey even felt a bit sick. However, with the masked figures' attention now on Leo, Mikey knew it'd be fine. And sure enough, Quantum was able to take care of them all too quickly. And the ordeal was over in a matter of seconds. Both of the unconscious forms of the attackers were slumped over by the time that Mikey looked back over at Leo, Mikey had been partially leaning against the freezing, metal railing. Trying to recompose herself once again. After a few moments, Mikey gave Leo a small, kurt nod to their question of if she was alright.
At the mention of being late and the comms not working, Mikey gave a small shrug, before looking up at the Titan, giving a feign smirk. "It's fine. I knew someone would arrive soon enough anyway, not surprising that it was you. All things considered. Everyone else was probably too busy to come help anyway." she said with a somewhat bitter tone. Carefully taking Leo's arm as they offered it for support. Mikey's grip was a bit tighter than she had meant for it to be, but at this point, she could barely feel her hands. I need to get inside, she thought to herself. It was only when Leo asked who were the two attackers and how they managed to get in, once more she gave a shrug, "Hell if I know. Nor do I care. But what I do know? Is that they knew full well people would be here, they didn't come here expecting normal security...Which isn't what's sitting right with me..." her voice dipped for a moment.
As Mikey gripped Leoâs arm, they placed one of their hands over hers to keep a good grip on her; they noticed just how cold she was. The energy bouncing around inside them helped stave off the cold, but clearly Mikey didnât have anything like that. Their eyes watched her every move, ready to catch her if she fell again. Leo nodded as they listened to what Mikey said. Why were those guys here? Obviously, they had some ulterior motive. Even those not in Xavierâs inner circle knew the event was being held. So surely they must have known that security would be tight. Leoâs attention traveled back to the figures on the ground. âYeah, something isnât right⊠There have to be more somewhere,â Leo mumbled as if deep in thought.
Movement caught Leoâs attention. They tensed, as if preparing for more enemies, but instead, Leoâs eyes lit up. Bella approached them, looking absolutely stunning in that dress. Whatever she said to Mikey went right over Leoâs head. Instead, when Bella greeted them, Leo released their grip on Mikey to wave at Bella. âHi Bells!â They chirped over to her, a big, dumb smile on their face. The compliment from Bella warmed their skin and made their chest feel all fuzzy. âThanks! That dress is gorgeous! Not as gorgeous as you though,â They complimented her right back. If it was possible for a human being to have heart eyes, Leo had them at that moment. It was only then that they realized they had essentially dropped Mikey. âAh, oops, sorry Mikey,â They leaned back down and hooked their hands under Mikeyâs arms. With their eyes bouncing between Mikey and Bella, it was obvious their attention was struggling to find a place to rest. Leo hoisted Mikey off the ground and placed her back on her feet.
It was only when the door opened that Mikey's attention was drawn away from Leo for the first time since she laid her eyes on them. A small, awkward grimace was on her face as Bella questioned her on what was going on. "Like I told Quantum here, I don't fucking know what's going on. Some assholes got the better of me, Quantum showed up, and now we're here. My guess is that these bastards fucked with our comms all together. Shiloh's comms were acting weird moments before I even came out here to survey the floor and well...Now we're here." Mikey shook her head, gently pinching the bridge of her nose before she grimaced. Taking her hand away as pain shot through the arch of her nose and into her head. She assumed one of the attackers got a good hit in and did enough damage to warrant some pain. God damn bastard.
She looked up when Leo had extended their hands to help Mikey back to her feet. Awkwardly taking their hand as she got to her feet. [/b]"Thanks, Leo."[/b] she said with a small nod, before looking away from the giant of a superhero. Things were still a bit awkward between the two of them, and she doubted it would change anytime soon. But now wasn't the time for that.
Mikey turned her attention back towards the door, where she began to lead the others as they talked. At least, that was what happened until suddenly, Mikey felt something slam into her and once again felt herself hitting the cold hard ground. "I swear to fucking god, if one more rat bastard hurts me again, I swear I will-" Mikey began one of her long winded tangents once again, before looking up. Her eyes landed on what had hit her, or more precisely, who. Or even more so, who caused what to hit her. Her eyes narrowed on Kit who was rambling on about something about a new gadget to Bella by this point. Her head now throbbing by the door having slammed into her, and knocked her off her feet. "Could you be any less careful?" she grumbled, not even bothering to get up off the ground this time.
It took her a few moments of sitting on the ground to piece everything back together again, looking around at the group that had formed by this point. Kit, Bella, Leo, and now Clarence. Mikey blinked a few more times, before slowly getting back to her feet, warily looking around incase anything else planned on knocking her down again. With an arched eyebrow, she gave a small shrug, "Well, I doubt that's the last we'll see of them, nor are they the only ones. No one would only send barely a handful to a party like this." she practically mumbled to herself, fingers resting under her chin as she thought.
It was only then that a pit formed in her stomach, looking over her shoulder to the ledge where Mikey and Leo had last piled up the goons.
"Uhm...where the fuck did they go?" she cursed, pushing past the others, sure enough the goons Mikey and Leo had taken care of earlier were nowhere in sight. "Xavier is gonna kill me."
The events that transpired soon after were so fast, Leo had to pay attention to keep up. Although, by now, it was apparent their eyes were struggling to find a place to settle. They bounced to Mikey to make sure she was ok, then back over the Bella to marvel in the beauty of her formal outfit, then to Kit who was looking so adorable all flustered like that, they just wanted to pinch his cheeks, and then to Clarence, who was almost more adorable in his little waiter outfit. There was so much going on, so much Leo wanted to say, and with that remaining energy bouncing around inside them, it was getting difficult to stand still. But it was clear to everyone around them, Kit and Bella were having a bit of a moment, and Leo couldnât help but sit by and watch. Theyâre both so cute, they mused, a pleased smile on their face. But theyâre sooooo oblivious. They obviously like each other. They should say something to one another! Leo couldnât help but wonder, with so little introspection it was practically baffling.
Bella was just praising Kitâs newest invention when Mikey caught Leoâs attention again. They turned to glance at her, a touch of confusion causing them to tilt their head to the side. But as soon as they heard what Mikey said, their eyes widened. They turned fully to peer behind her, and sure enough, the goons they had dropped were gone, as if they had vanished into thin air. âWhat theâŠ? HowâŠ?!â Their head whipped around as they searched the walkway, as if there was anything the goons could have been hiding behind anyways. They darted to the edge, fearlessly leaning over it, perhaps a bit farther than they should have, before standing back up straight, unbothered. âTheyâre just⊠gone!? Thatâs not a good sign,â Leo reapproached the group before peering over at Kitâs map. âAre there even any more?â They asked.
Mikey couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, really not that bright, huh?, she couldn't help but think for a moment. Looking around for a moment at the others before returning to look at Leo, "My best guess? Thicker skulls than we thought, and knowing how to play dead real well." Mikey folded her arms before looking back at Kit as Leo has asked him a question, "I'd assume so, no one would only send barely a handful to scoutout a place like this, knowing full Supes, like you guys, would be mixed in with regular security." Mikey had chosen her words rather carefully, her dual-sided identity wasn't exactly primarily known, even amongst the others. And she'd prefer to keep it that way.
With a small, exasperated sigh, "And if there is, wherever they areâŠNo longer my problem. I think my bruises have bruises now, no thanks to someone." she shot a pointed glare in Kit's direction, before turning on her heel. Not being able to fully ignore the slight blur of vision she experienced for a moment, "I think I need a drinkâŠOr two."
Leo observed, the concern in their expression multiplying by the second. Why would anybody attack a party like this? They glanced over their shoulder again, as if making sure the two goonies had actually disappeared. Once their attention returned to Mikey, they could detect the slightest sway in her movements. Leo blinked, as if considering their options. However, as much as they would have loved to stay and drool over Bella for a little longer, her and Kit were having⊠a moment. There was still an undeniable discomfort between Leo and Mikey, but they did their best to ignore it at all times. They werenât necessarily friends, but they were professional with one another. And now wouldnât be any different. âAlright, Bella, Kit, Clarence, keep your eyes peeled. We have no clue if more goons like this are going to show up, but we have to be ready if they do. Now we can communicate faster if something happens. Brain page me if you need me, Iâm going to help grumpy pants to the infirmary,â Leo flashed them one last smile before saluting and darting after Mikey.
âI think what you actually need is to get checked out. By a doctor. If⊠that wasnât clear,â Leo added that bit at the end as they kept pace with Mikey. They facepalmed mentally. Hopefully Bella didnât feel it. Nice one, dumbass. This definitely isnât awkward enough. They sighed and put their hand on Mikeyâs shoulder; the touch was their attempt at being comforting while also implying that she could lean on them if she needed to. âSeriously. I donât have anywhere I need to be, let me help you,â They offered, their voice soft, displaying how much they did actually care.
Mikey had all but in her own thoughts when she managed to catch the last few parts of Leo's first comment as she felt their hand on her shoulder. Initially causing her to freeze and flinch momentarily. Taking a moment to take a deep breath, before turning to look at the other, who was only an inch or two taller than herself. Even when Mikey wore heels, Leo still managed to be ever so slightly taller than her. Annoying, but she'd get over it. Simply giving a small shrug, "Please, no one within the whole span of the city would be in their right mind. I think I'm good there." she attempted at a joke,"But yeahâŠMaybe taking a bit to sit and chill for a bit would be fine. Last thing I need is Xavier getting on my ass about thisâŠI really didn't need to fail this badly as head of security. Or wellâŠAt least try to make a point of it, I guess."
She took a few steps, before instinctively reaching for Leo's hand on her shoulder as she could feel herself wabble again, "...Maybe it would be a good idea to get checked out after allâŠJust uhâŠNeed to figure out how to not get spotted by the others." she took a moment to think, before glancing at Leo for a moment as the two continued to walk, "Thanks though, for uhmâŠnot giving me a hard time about this? Or wellâŠeverything. SoâŠThanks, Leo." she said with a half smile, seeing as that was about as much as she could muster in the moment.
At Mikeyâs attempt at a joke, Leo chuckled. It was pretty funny, but they also did want to try and move past the awkwardness of their own statement. They were usually so eloquent⊠Mmm, well, thatâs not entirely true. So they would take all of the help they could get right now. However, they were glad that Mikey wasnât protesting about getting checked out. They had dealt with a hardheaded, stubborn certain someone for so long who was always refusing help, so it was a breath of fresh air. However, Leo hadnât expected what Mikey said at the end, and their stomach twisted a little bit. Leo was horrible at holding grudges; they canât stand the way they make Leo feel. Mikey may have broken their best friendâs heart, but she was still human. Leo would never treat her as anything less than such. So, their gaze softened, and they smiled a little bit, especially at the use of their actual name instead of their codename.
Once Mikey leaned on them more, Leo hooked their arm through Mikeyâs, so they were walking linking together. From there, Leo could rest a hand on Mikeyâs forearm, to make sure she would maintain balance. Plus, to an onlooker, they just appeared to be strolling around together. âI could always carry you, but⊠Perhaps if we walk like this, throw in a random, exaggerated laugh or two, people will assume weâre just two friends with one being a little more tipsy than the other,â Leo offered, but their tone revealed that they were joking, if only a touch. âOf course I wouldnât give you a hard time about it⊠Or anything else,â Leo spoke rather matter-of-factly, as if this was common knowledge. âThatâs what heroes are for, right? To help?â Now Leo was laying it on thick, a broad smirk on their face.
Mikey gave a small nod of agreement, at least if anyone managed to find them, they'd be none the wiser. At least not anyone connected to Aegis. "So, pretend to be stuck up rich people? Sounds easy enough." she quipped as the pair continued along. At the mention of being a hero, Mikey snorted. "Please. There are plenty of other things a Hero like yourself could be doing right now, that doesn't involve helping me not get spotted by my boss." Mikey spoke softly as the two continued walking down one of the many hallways, before taking a turn down another corridor.
"How about this, I pay you back sometime for being so charitable? And not because you're a Hero. But because you are a much too kind person, that I happened to inconvenience. Sounds fair?" she asked with one raised eyebrow as she looked up to her companion, which happened to be the most unlikely person, if she was to be honest with herself.
Leo laughed and shook their head. It took a lot of effort not to roll their eyes too. âPlease. Iâm here to help. As far as Iâm concerned, helping is helping, so there isnât anything else Iâd rather be doing,â They beamed down at Mikey, their voice and smile as sincere as always. âPlus, Xavier loves me! Thereâs no way he could be that mad when Iâm the one with you,â Leo added in hopes that they could dissuade Mikeyâs anxiety a little. And they werenât lying either; their relationship with the famous Xavier Hale was quite positive.
However, at the offer of repayment, Leoâs surprise was obvious. Mikey wasnât really the charitable type, at least they hadnât pegged her as such from the pairâs previous interactions. The compliment did make their smile broaden though. âYou donât have to, Mikey. I told you, it's my job to help people.â It was true. Leo didnât see themselves as kind; they just believed that everyone should be willing to help someone when theyâre in need. Their eyes followed the corridors as they traversed, allowing Mikey to lead them in the proper direction.
Mikey had patiently listened as Leo spoke, nodding along. Unable to hold back the small snort at the comment of Xavier liking Leo. Xavier was a man of many things, and knowing how to well 'people' was simply one of them. So knowing how to properly make outside of Aegis connections weren't too farfetched, nor was it that Mikey knew exactly who Xavier was. But that wasn't for here.
Turning to face Leo once again at their last statement, she gave a small nod. "Ya knowâŠI'm probably not thinking straight anyway. I probably won't even remember this conversation, as I bet I got knocked around pretty badly soâŠfair enough, I suppose." she said with a small shrug.
Leo was surprised by how quickly Mikey relented; it seemed as if Mikey was going to continue to surprise them tonight. Although, they couldnât help themselves with their next statement, âIt's us youâre talking about. Are we ever thinking straight?â The joke could have landed horribly, and Leo still wouldnât have been able to stop their own laugh that followed. Once their giggling had died down, Leo squeezed Mikeyâs arm softly. âIf you wanna do me a favor, you can do this for me: take it easy, and take care of yourself. And try to steer clear of any big steel doors for a little while, god knows who could come barreling through one of those,â They had to force their final joke out through their ever-growing grin.
Mikey couldn't stop the following comment by the time it had already left her, "Huh, Bash told me otherwise, I do believe-" a clearly playful tone was laced in. Soon followed by a small nod, "But sure, I will stay away from all big doors for the rest of the night. You can count on that much from me." Mikey said as she rubbed the back of her head, "Gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow, I can tell that much thoughâŠ" she groaned, as if she needed any other reasons to have a headache.
Leo laughed instantly, and they shook their head. âHey, Iâm genderqueer. As far Iâm concerned, anything and anyone Iâm involved with is at least a little bit gay,â They joked with that same broad smile. âAnd I topped the shit out of Bash anyways,â They added that last bit with a smirk. Once Mikey replied, Leo nodded. They were glad that she would at least try to take it easy, though they werenât sure what that even meant to someone like Mikey. âThatâs why weâre headed to the infirmary! Hopefully there theyâll give you something that will make it hurt a little less,â Leoâs tone remained just as excited and positive as it always was. âSpeaking of, we should be there soonâŠâ
Mikey couldn't help the small scoff and roll of her eyes, she didn't need to know that information, "Unlike a certain someone-" she muttered under her breath. Only giving a small nod at first, but soon regretted it as the motion caused the pain in her head to worsen, "I sure as shit hope so, infact, I hope it makes me forget this whole night all together." she grumbled as the two continued to walk down the various hallways.
"It should be one of the next few doors, actually. If I remember correctly that is." Mikey sighed, before turning one last time to look at Leo. Giving them the smallest of genuine smiles that she could muster,"Really though, thank you. After...everything, it's nice to know that at least someone doesn't still hold things over my head.."
After they had made it to the door, Leo only released their grip on Mikey once they were sure she wasnât going to topple over. Even then, they kept a watchful eye on her. Leo had to fight to keep their smile from faltering a bit. What happened between Ris and Mikey⊠Leo hadnât been there for that. They knew that Mikey left Ris heartbroken, and although Ris is Leoâs best friend⊠Leo isnât the type to hold grudges. They would never let something like that impact how Leo treats people. But it was still an awkward situation that required some delicate handling. âHey, I told you not to worry about it. Thatâs what heroes are for! And if you need me for anything else, let me know.â Leo smiled at her again, hoping she wouldnât notice that they had specifically avoided talking about what happened between her and Ris.
Mikey was only able to give a small nod, clearly able to discern that even Leo was dancing around the subject. Mentally kicking herself for even bringing up the topic in the first place. Maybe she really did just need some alcohol, a blanket, and some movies. That way she could shut the fuck up and not make already awkward enough situations, that much more awkward.
Letting out a soft sigh, Mikey looked down at the floor, before looking back up at Leo, "Noted. Guess you really were my hero tonight after all, huh?" she mused for a moment. Before pausing, finally remembering what had been bothering her this entire time, "I am a complete idiot." she started, looking back at Leo once again, "Your suit. Back there...Any and all damages to your outfit tonight will be paid for personally by me. And I will not take no for an answer, got it?"
There was something so satisfying about being called a hero; for Leo, it never gets old. So when Mikey repeated the sentiment, Leo felt that usual warmth from praise heat up their skin. In truth, that would have been repayment enough, but Mikey continued, and Leo couldnât help but playfully roll their eyes. âOh please. You can try if you want, but I donât even own the damn thing. This is all Switchblade company property. Itâs nice though, right?â Leo held their hands out and did a little spin. âYou should see the jacket, it's the best part. At least I had the foresight to keep that from getting wrecked. Come find me once youâre done here, I can show it to you,â Leo beamed, their genuine excitement not hidden in the slightest.
Mikey gave a resignated and final nod, Leo had won this round apparently. "Fine, Mr. Fancy-Pants." which came out as more of a grumble than she had anticipated. Mikey watched as Leo gave a small spin before continuing to explain, and offer to meet back up after everything was said and done. "I'll let you know what the dire results are afterwards, then." she said with one last look before she took a few steps away towards the door. "And uh, try not to get too drunk tonight, yeah? You Heroes still have a mission tonight."
Leo was glad this had gone well. Or, as well as they could have gone, at least. They nodded in reply, excited about the prospects in the future. However, at the remark about them drinking, Leo laughed. âYou donât have to worry about me. I promise Iâll lay off the strong stuff, but I will keep sipping bubbly for the rest of the night. Luckily that stuff is practically apple juice to me.â Leo smiled at Mikey one last time before beginning to make their way back down the hall. âIâll see you later!â They waved just before turning a corner.
Mikey simply gave Leo a small smile and nod, watching as they not too long after turned and left. She waited a few moments, before looking down both sides of the hallway, and ducked into another room, softly closing the door behind her. She took out her earpiece once more, once ensuring that the voice modulator that Phantom had installed was activated, "Skadi once again ensuring all agents are in position? We got a mission at play, folks. Let's not fuck it up, yeah?" her voice was a few octaves lower whenever she was in her hero persona, a precaution she had learned from Phantom and a few other Heroes that wished for their identities to remain hidden. Besides, it was okay if Mikey had disappeared few a hours, Skadi had to at least make some sort of appearance tonight, even if she remained in the shadows, watching from afar.

xxx the sun's starting to light up
xxx when we're walking home
xxx tired little laugh, gold lie promises
xxx we'll always win at this
She meant to ask if it had worked, even though she had complete faith that it would have done. And then she got to the main party, and the noise there wiped out all of her own thoughts. She could hear everybody. Not just the heroes wearing the matching earpieces. Everybody. And the noise was⊠overwhelming. Immediately, Bella felt like she was going to throw up. She couldnât abandon the mission though. She had to persevere. It would get easier once she got used to it, she told herself. She tried and failed to force a smile onto her face, and instead settled for just not looking like she was about to throw up and then pass out. Pain was beginning to seep into her temples, but she just snagged a glass of water from a passing waiter and downed it in the hope that might help.
It didnât help. She found herself drifting aimlessly around the room, trying to find a spot that was less loud than others. She found herself too close to the stage at one point; the worst mistake sheâd made so far that night. Luciâs thoughts were as clear as Kitâs had been. One name kept cropping up, along with a face that Luci was looking for, and neither belonged to Bella. The pain in her head threatened to seep into her chest, and so she made a beeline for the far side of the room. She wanted to leave, but wouldnât. She wouldnât let her team down. If more bad guys showed up and she wasnât there to help, sheâd never forgive herself. She hadnât been able to help Page, she wouldnât let herself be unable to help everyone else.
She tucked herself into a quiet corner, somewhere where things werenât quite as loud, and glanced at her phone. It was going to be a long night, she knew it already.

xxx the sun's starting to light up
xxx when we're walking home
xxx tired little laugh, gold lie promises
xxx we'll always win at this
âHey! Sir Percival!â He hissed.
âYoung knight!â
âYou wanna go slay some witches?â He asked. The ghostâs face positively lit up with delight. âGo slay some witches!â The ghost solidified into something resembling a human, a sword like the one in the case beside Kieran appearing in his hands. Sir Percival raised the sword and leaped from the balcony, running one of the black-clad figures through. He apparently did not consider Kieran himself a witch then, something that Kieran had taken a gamble on. None of his ghosts had tried to kill him yet, but he felt like it was a matter of time. He shot one more glance at the sword in the case beside him, decided it wasnât worth a complaint from museum security, and instead just drew his knife. He glanced over the balcony and at the scene below, briefly considered his options, and decided to take the stairs. He, regretfully, wasnât as indestructible as Ris or Bash.
He made a sprint for the side stairs, digging down deep as he did so. Ghosts were the better option here, he figured. But before he could actually summon any of them, he needed to get to safety. Somewhere nearby, but with good cover. But as he got to the bottom of the stairs, he was met with a barrel of a gun, aimed squarely at his chest. But something solid, fast, and familiar collided with Kieran and dragged him out of harmâs way as the bullet shattered the air where Kieran had been moments ago. Maelstrom dropped Kieran behind a pillar, looked him up and down, nodded to make sure he was okay, then dashed off again. Kieran exhaled, his back pressed against the pillar he was hiding behind. He wasnât of use in a situation like this; why the hell did Aegis keep sending him into them? They kept sending him into gunfights with nothing more than a knife and his abilities. He wasnât even sure there was bulletproof protection built into his suit. Not to mention, being in an active fight made him feel like he was about to die himself, with the amount of death reeking around the place, no thanks to Ris and Bash. He had to do something. He dug deep and felt all of the ghosts in the building. They were restless. They wanted to help. Good. It would make this easier.
âIâm about to summon a shit ton of ghosts to come help you guys out, but Iâm going to need some cover,â He said into his comms. Summoning this many ghosts would leave him vulnerable for far too long, and he didnât trust this pillar to shelter him that long. âSee you all on the other side.â He closed his eyes, and pulled every ghost he could reach into the material world. There was a second where he thought it hadnât worked; and then the visions came crashing in, lives and deaths and everything in between. The crash was so significant that he could vaguely feel his legs buckle and his back collide with the pillar, but he wasnât able to stop it. He just had to ride it out and hope that the ghosts were at least helpful.


All of the audience blurred into a blob, only sudden movements returned her eyes to focus, but for the most part, Luci was in her own world, singing, standing, pacing, waving, and spinning for dozens of party guests. It was as if she was on autopilot, but nobody would be able to tell. Her grace and poise was flowing, natural. âTwo in love can make it, take my heart and please don't break it! Love was made for me and youuu,â As if on cue, once Luci had hit that note, a bit of movement caught her attention. A face, one that she had spent years trying to avoid, for nothing short of a dozen painful reasons, appeared, clear as day, right next to the stage. Luciâs eyes darted between Bella and the crowd, and the blonde paled just a touch. Her smile became more forced, but her voice continued to flow like it always did; she had an image to uphold, a show to continue. âL is for the way you look at meee! O is for the only one I seeee!â She had to. The show must go on, she couldnât ruin her public image, even as the pleasant thoughts of Morgana morphed and mutated into something else, something agonizing and guilt-ridden, something that reminded her of greedy, unyielding hands leaving marks across her body.
Bella disappeared back into the crowd and headed away from the stage, but her absence didnât remove the thoughts from Luciâs head, nor did it sate the worry that bubbled to the surface when she saw the look on Bellaâs face. She appeared ill and distressed in a physical way, not likely something that could have been caused just by seeing Luci, no matter how difficult that was. Once the last few lines of the song had been sung, Luci gave the crowd a polite wave and stepped off stage. Now out of the watchful eye of the public, Luci released a deep breath from her chest, and a frown turned the corners of her lips downward. She didnât want to think about it, about how horribly she had treated Bella and how she didnât deserve Bellaâs forgiveness. Luci didnât want to remember the brutality of the violation she endured, the smell of his breath, the roughness of his fingers around her throat, the feeling of vileness and disgust she had with herself that she still hasnât been able to completely shake. But the moment one tries not to think about something on purpose, they canât help but continue to think about it. Especially when all Luci could picture was Bellaâs facial expression, troubled and strained, just before she disappeared back into the crowd. No matter how awful Luci felt, she couldnât ignore somebody in need. So she grabbed a water bottle, glanced at the clock, and stepped out from backstage and into the crowd herself.
It took a couple minutes for Luci to figure out where Bella went, mostly because damn near every step she took, she was interrupted by a partygoer wanting to compliment her singing. Thankfully, she could accept their praise quickly and shuffle away from the conversations without being rude; something sheâd practiced over many years of avoidance. But eventually, Luci turned a corner, not too far from the main hall, and found Bella, appearing just as troubled as she had been earlier. Luci thought Bella looked gorgeous in that dress, but the thought was fast, fading away again to be overpowered by those other thoughts, the self-hatred and the pain that she saw every time she took in Bellaâs appearance. For Luci, Bella was tied to that night, that horrible night, and it was another reason why Luci avoided her. But she couldnât avoid her now; Bella needed help. âBellaâŠ?âLuci spoke softly as she approached, but the clicking of her stiletto heels gave her away first. She felt so silly, talking in this borderline gaudy dress, covered in sparkles, but she didnât have much of a choice. âAre you alright? You donât l-look so good.â She drew nearer until she was only a foot or two away. Bella seemed like she might keel over; Luci wanted to be close enough to catch her if she needed to. However, it was clear that Luci was struggling to maintain eye contact with Bella, more so than usual, given how her eyes darted up and down between the floor and Bellaâs face. It was difficult not to flinch or tense up every time she looked at Bella. Every time, Bellaâs face was overshadowed by another, one with a toothy grin and scratchy stubble and alcohol on his breath. âI.. I brought you some water,â She held the bottle out for Bella, and Luciâs hand was shaking visibly. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she was too scared to say, but now didnât feel right. And it was difficult, so, so difficult.
Even now, as far away as she could physically get from the crowd, the noise was overwhelming. By now, the thought that taking the headband off might help was long gone. Bella could hardly think at all. Her head felt like it was about to burst as it was, leaving no room for her own thoughts. Her skull surely had to be about to crack open and let the thoughts fly back to their original owners instead of rattling around her head. Or maybe she would vomit them out instead. Her vision was fine one second and blurry the next, and then fine again, adding to the awfulness of the whole situation. She wasnât sure that she would be able to focus on her phone for long enough to text somebody for help. She thought that it might be worth a try, and then remembered her phone was in her bag, abandoned somewhere on a table in the crowd. Nope, that wasnât happening.
The thoughts of the person approaching her hit her before the actual reality of their presence did. Images of violence, a manâs face, the stench of cheap alcohol trying to be expensive⊠they were images that were hard for her to hear, even before she heard the voice that accompanied them.
Luci. Bella had to fight back a groan. Of all people, it had to be Luci. Bella had spent a not insignificant portion of the past two years attempting to move on from, or at least ignore, all of the hurt and pain from that fateful evening. She wasnât so sure sheâd be capable of that right then. She accepted the bottle of water but didnât open it, just instead stared down at it and her hands. Sheâd barely even heard Luciâs question, and it took her a few seconds to even begin to process an answer. She opened her mouth to say, âIâm fineâ, but it seemed like the noise and the thoughts and everything else spiked, overwhelming her system entirely. And so instead of a lie, something like a sob escaped through her mouth. She clamped her hand over her mouth, but it was too late. The violence flashing through her mind now was the final straw. Why had it only started when Luci had come over to her? She was in a room with plenty of heroes; theyâd all seen awful things, why was this sticking out so much now? And why did it affect her more than anything else? Everything was too much. Her fist pressed to her mouth, she wasnât even sure if she was making any noise any more. She took a deep, shuddering gasp as she tried and failed to compose herself. âIâm sorry,â she forced out.
Luciâs heart was already throbbing in her chest the moment she spotted Bella, but seeing her like this? Once that choked sob squeezed out of Bellaâs throat, Luci thought she was going to cry herself. She wanted to dart forward, hug Bella, hold her close, cry with her, and maybe try to explain why she had done what she did that day. But Luci was not bold, she wasnât confident like many of her friends, and in that moment, she thought she was pathetic, useless. Did Luci make things worse by approaching Bella? She just wanted to help, but she felt like she was doing the opposite. Bella didnât even try to drink the water, she seemed too pained to even try. And all the while, Luci was fighting her mind tooth and nail, trying to continue to suppress the memories sheâd been suppressing for nearly two years, but it was a losing battle.
Once Luci heard Bellaâs apology, her chest tightened. Bella wasnât the one who should be apologizing, but Luci still didnât think it was the right time. Not now, when Bella was already falling apart. What can I do? She wanted to ask, but she had a feeling Bella wouldnât have been able to form a coherent answer in this state. Luci had to find a way to try and calm her down, ease some of that tension, and she only knew one way how. Itâs the only thing youâre good for. Luci swallowed, and her eyes lifted to stare forward. She reached deep into her mind and her heart, and one specific song traveled to the tip of her tongue. Perhaps an odd choice to many, but Luciâs mother used to sing it to her. And after everything that happened, the lyrics took on a new meaning for Luci. âWell I've heard there was a sacred chord, David played and it pleased the Lord.â Singing was one of the only times when Luci feels moderately self-assured, so she managed to maintain eye contact as she did it. âBut you don't really care for music, do you?â It was as if Luci was speaking to Bella directly, and as the sweet, soft notes danced towards the brunette, Luci even smiled just as sweetly and softly. âWell it goes like this: The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift. The baffled king composing Hallelujah.â
If Luci could just establish a strong enough link, she could help urge Bellaâs mind and body to relax. Bella was always someone that Luci had a hard time establishing a link with, so she knew she would need to pull out every trick in the book. The first verse wasnât enough, neither were the soft Hallelujahs that followed. She needed more, but she was dreading singing the next part, and she cursed her mind for only being able to think of this song out of the millions of others. âWell your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you.â It was impossible not to think of Bella as she sang, how beautiful she had looked on that sunny weekend where they spent hours laughing and having fun. The link was still too weak; Luci needed more. Tentatively at first, Luci reached for Bellaâs clenched fist; she forced her own trembling fingers to still. She didnât have time to be nervous. Bella was suffering. Making a physical connection was the easiest way to help establish a link faster. Luci unfurled Bellaâs fist, cradling her hand between her own.
However, her throat tightened as she sang the next lyrics. âAnd he tied you to your kitchen chair. He broke your throne, he cut your hair, and from your lips he drew the HallelujahâŠâ It happened again, those tender, joyful memories rotted, and they were replaced with flashes of rough, demanding hands and a vicious, hungry mouth that covered her body in marks that took weeks to heal. But it was working, the link had formed well enough, and Luci mentally urged Bellaâs mind and body: Relax. Breathe. You will be alright. Relax. Breathe. But the toll on Luci was obvious, her shoulders quaked slightly, and she swallowed again to try and keep herself from crying. She hadnât thought about these things in so long. Of course sheâd sometimes still have nightmares, and she would talk to her therapist about it on occasion, but it had been months since sheâd seen these memories so vividly.
At some point, Luci and Bella had discovered that Luciâs abilities didnât work as easily or as well on Bella as it did on most other people. Apparently the lack of sexual attraction was something of a barrier; a fact that Bella had always found ironic considering the feelings sheâd hidden for Luci for so long. But the fact that the magic didnât work on Bella didnât stop Luciâs voice from being automatically soothing to her. Her voice was so soft and clear and sad, but it was what Bella needed. Instinctively, she closed her eyes. The feeling of Luciâs hands around hers made her tense a little at first, before she relaxed again.
When the abilities finally began to kick in, the noise became a little less noisy and a little less overwhelming. Bellaâs own emotions calmed somewhat. It was then that she became aware of a few things. There were the words that Luci was singing; soft and clear and with a touch of power that hadnât been there seconds before. And the thoughts that came with them- of Bella herself, two years younger, two years more innocent, in a light that Bella had seldom seen herself. Those thoughts, those images of Bella⊠they didnât fit with the way that Bella had presumed Luci felt about her.
And then came those images of violence. But now, with the link between them a little clearer, Bellaâs head a touch quieter and most importantly calmer, Bella was able to make a bit more sense of them. Even still, it took her a few moments to piece the whole thing together. When she realised what she was seeing, her whole body went cold; but not from being overwhelmed or unwell, but from the awful horror of what Luci had experienced. She didnât even fully think about what she did next. She threw her arms around Luci, pulling her into the tightest hug she could manage. âYou didnât deserve that,â was all she could manage to say. She couldnât verbalise her thoughts any further than that, so she just repeated it. âYou didnât deserve that awful thing.â
Luci watched as some of the tension melted off of Bellaâs shoulders, and relief flooded her system. Being able to see even a little bit of the pain fade away was exactly what Luci wanted. Once Bella had relaxed, Luci almost excused herself. She wanted to offer leaving, getting someone who would actually be able to help Bella. However, before she could, Bella lurched forward and wrapped her arms around Luci in a tight, firm hug. Luci froze, her whole body taut for a few seconds as she listened to what Bella said. Could this really be happening? Luci thought Bella hated her, and Bella had every right to after what Luci had done. She had been so foolish, selfish; she only thought about herself, her own feelings that day as she ran away from them and from Bella. And then she left Bella in the dark for nearly two years. Luci didnât think she deserved this. She didnât deserve a hug, she didnât deserve those kind words, and yet she was given them anyway.
It was sudden; the tension leaving Luciâs body too. She nearly collapsed into Bella, and in an instant, tears were flowing from her eyes. After nearly two years, this is exactly what sheâd dream of: a chance to reconnect with Bella, to explain herself. And even if all of that wasnât happening at this exact moment, Luci knew in her heart that this was the first step in the right direction. She relented and wrapped her arms around Bella too, buried her face in her shoulder, and she cried. Covered from head to toe in sparkles, with far too much make-up on her face, she cried, not caring that it would start running or how a woman should never make a mess of herself at an event like this. She cried and she cried, all of those pent up emotions finally escaping through her tears, and she trembled against Bella as she did. âIâm sorryâŠâ Luci managed to squeeze out between sobs. âIâm so, so sorry⊠BellaâŠâ She hadnât said Bellaâs name in so long, it sounded almost strange in her voice. âIâm sorry you.. you h-had to see that, those things.â Luci knew Bella likely saw what she had been thinking about, all those horrific images. âI⊠I have so much I-I want to.. To explain, to apologize for, but nowâŠâ Luci pulled back from the hug, and she hurriedly wiped at her running mascara as she sniffled. âNow isnât.. Isnât the best time, really,â She almost laughed at the end.
Perhaps it was a bold move, but Luci was running out of time. She had to be back on stage soon, and she now needed to factor in time to fix her make-up and try to find someone that could really help Bella. âI⊠I w-want⊠Could we maybe⊠get together and talk, sometime?â Luci asked, though her eyes remained rooted to the floor. She expected rejection, so she moved past it quickly.
Bella had just about managed to stop crying. And then Luci pressed her face to her neck and began to do so, and Bella began to cry all over again. She cried over the things that had happened and the things that hadnât, over the pounding headache she still had, the grief that had made a permanent home in her chest, over the swirling noise that still deafened most of her own thoughts. And in some strange way, it was what she needed right then. She just clung to Luci and let Luci cling to her, and they both sobbed.
Luciâs words felt like the first steps towards bridging the chasm that had grown between them in the past few years. Bella just listened, shaking her head as Luci apologised for the images she had seen. It hadnât been pleasant for Bella to see them, but it must have been so much worse for Luci to live them, and so she didnât think an apology was needed. When Luci pulled back, Bella let her, wiping her own cheeks with the back of her hand.
When Luci asked if they could find time to actually talk, Bella nodded without even really having to think about it. âYeah, that sounds good,â she said, her voice still trembling somewhat. âSometime when weâre both notâŠâ she gestured between the two of them and laughed a little. âI still feel like I might throw up so definitely not right now, but⊠sometime soon?â She offered. Instinctively, she went to check her phone to see when she was free, then remembered it was buried in the throng of people, somewhere she still couldnât bring herself to go back to. âMy phone is⊠in there somewhereâŠâ she said, still unable to even really remember where as she stared blankly at the crowd. âI also need to find Kit. He made me this,â she said, gesturing at the headband. âItâs really cool and is a really cool idea, but⊠it works too well and I have a killer migraine and⊠feel a little like I might pass out. I bet he can fix it though, he made it himself. Itâs really cool, right?â She rambled.
It was as if a weight had been lifted off of Luci. The horrific images faded from her mind, and a pleasant warmth took their place. It was still overwhelming with all of these repressed emotions coming to a head, and a part of her couldnât believe what was happening. She certainly didnât think she deserved it, but she was glad nonetheless. She laughed at Bellaâs response, a genuine, pleased laugh. âYes, some other time, when we are both more able. Soon sounds good to me.â She was proud of how well she managed to get through that sentence without stuttering. Truly, once she is more comfortable, speaking comes easier.
Once Bella started to talk about Kit, the warmth in Luciâs chest spread even further. The soft smile on her face was almost relieved; she was glad that Bella was able to find happiness with someone else, just as Luci had. âIt is rather cool, I agree. Heâs always been⊠been good at that, making cool stuff,â Luci agreed with a nod. âWould you like me to find your phone, or⊠or someone to find Kit? I would go searching for him myself but Iâve gotâŠâ She glanced around, leaning to peer into the hall and take in a clock. âBlast⊠10 minutes, and Iâve got to fix m-my⊠Iâm sorry. Would that be ok? Leo always sticks out like a mountain, Iâm sure I could find them quickly.â Luciâs eyes were apologetic again. She had to be back on stage soon, and she was worried she would run out of time. Those nerves were returning, and her heart was starting to pound.
At the mention of Leo, Bellaâs first instinct was to ask Luci to go get them. They were such a ray of positivity that it felt like they could have been exactly the person she needed right then. And then she remembered the few times sheâd had to tap into their thoughts during training or a mission and just how loud and overwhelming they could be on a good day. âUm⊠if you can find my phone for me, I think I should be able to manage to text Kit to come find me,â she said. âIf you canât find it though, donât worry, Iâll be okay. Youâve got to get back on stage and stay wowing the audience with your gorgeous voice, you hear me?â As the words left Bellaâs mouth, she realised exactly what she had said, colour rushing to her cheeks. Sheâd said it without thinking, and had meant it as nothing more than a friend, but she didnât know if Luci knew she meant it that way. âItâs a shame Morgana isnât here to hear it,â she added softly. It was an impulse response, really, the only way she could think of letting Luci know that she didnât mind, not really. Mentioning anything that sheâd heard in someoneâs thoughts was always uncomfortable for her, especially something as personal as this. But given what sheâd already seen, perhaps this wasnât such a violation of privacy. She just managed a soft, somewhat awkward smile and hoped that Luci knew she had meant it in nothing but kindness.
As Luci was given her little task from Bella, she nodded, perhaps a bit too excitedly. She was glad she could just be helpful. However, Bella continued, and she complimented Luciâs singing. There was an explosion of warmth in Luciâs face, and a flood of color accompanied it. Her eyes immediately dropped to the ground, a sheepish action, one she could not resist due to the fuzziness in her chest. After nearly two years, Luci expected Bella to hate her and her voice. Hearing her compliment her and it instead brought a sense of relief that Luci didnât even know she needed. The inclusion of Morgana shifted her feelings away from relief into something more akin to embarrassment; this meant Bella had seen Morgana in Luciâs head when she was singing those love songs. The blush on her cheeks shifted up to the tips of Luciâs ears, and the mere mention of the witch reminded Luci of the softness of her lips, the playful verbal teasing that always left her stumbling and stuttering, and the softness of smooth, silky black hair between her fingers. âY-yes, it r-really is a shame.â Although Luci was embarrassed, there was a new tenderness in both her voice and her eyes as they drifted away in thought, denoting just how much she felt for Morgana. âP-perhaps she and some others will show up later. I wonder what she would⊠think of this⊠this gaudy dress,â She added the last bit with a laugh and a shake of her head, and that helped remind her of her task at hand: helping Bella. âIâll find your phone, donât worry. Be back in a jiff.â
After one more nod, Luci walked back into the main hall. As soon as she entered, she spotted a familiar face, one that was nearly a foot taller than her. âHey Luce!â Leo approached Luci quickly, but they paused once she saw the state of her runny make-up. âOh no, did something happen? Are you ok?â Leo asked her, a deep layer of concern furrowing their brows.
âIâm fine, Leo, I promise. It was⊠It was a good cry, one that I needed.â She smiled up at Leo, a full, genuine smile, and it made Leo relax a touch. âBut I will also need help fixing my make-up. Can you find Harold for me and meet me backstage in five minutes? Iâm running out of time, my break is almost over.â
âYes, you got it!â Leo jumped to action in an instant, disappearing into the crowd to go search for their friend.
With a shaky breath, Luci searched for Bellaâs phone. The hall wasnât too large luckily, and her sharp eyes scanned between the many moving bodies. Any conversationalists this time were promptly and politely declined, and with a couple minutes to spare, Luci spotted a clutch that looked similar to Bellaâs dress. She saw a phone on top of it, one in a case covered in familiar stickers. The last time Luci had seen them was years ago, and they were much more faded and worn than before. There was a tug in Luciâs chest, but she squashed it quickly. Things would be better now. She picked up the clutch and the phone and darted back over to Bella. She wished she could be moving faster, but any longer strides meant more of her legs would be revealed due to those dangerously high slits in the fabric.
âHere,â Luci said as soon as she turned the corner. She held out the phone and the small purse, and her eyes darted up to take in Bellaâs face again. This time, what she felt wasnât guilt or sadness. Although small shreds of those emotions remained, Luci was close to content. âAre you sure youâre going to be alright?â She asked one more time, and her tone was just as sincere as she continued, âI could stay with you for a little while longer or try and find Kit for you. The singing can wait if it must. Itâs not more important than your health.â
Bellaâs first instinct was to compliment Luciâs dress and to say it wasnât gaudy at all. But before she could, Luci had dashed off in search of Bellaâs phone. Her calming presence gone, the noise began to creep back in, Bella beginning to realise that her headache hadnât disappeared at all; rather she just hadnât been paying attention to it for a bit. Hopefully Kit would be able to fix the headband to make it less loud.
When she spotted Luci weaving her way back over to her, she exhaled a little with relief. She managed a grateful smile as Luci handed the bag and the phone to her. There were messages on her phone, but they werenât important now. She shook her head as Luci offered to stay with her. âNo, Iâll be fine. Really. Go do your thing and blow the crowd away, okay?â She said, smiling at Luci. She managed to unlock her phone and open up her texts, scrolling until she found Kit. The message she sent was brief, but she hoped heâd get the point.
To: kit
SOS, gadget not working right
âIâve texted him, heâs on his way now,â Bella said, looking back up at Luci. âSo seriously, go do your thing. Iâll be listening.â
A part of Luci wished Bella had asked her today. This had been going so well, and she was remembering that, otherwise, she was going to be cemented on stage again. On stage, away from her friends, and under the watchful eye of every single person in the hall. But somebody had to be up there, entertaining everybody. Luci was locked into that role, whether she liked it or not. Bellaâs soft encouragement was helpful, and Luci couldnât stop the sheepish smile that creased her lips. Her hands fiddled with some of the crystals on her dress as she tried to figure out what to say. There was so much she had to say, so much she wanted to say, but they didnât have the time. Luci wasnât like Leo or any of her other friends; she couldnât say âDamn your rulesâ like so many of them did. She was a good girl who did as she was told, even if it left a sour taste in her mouth. âThank you, Bella⊠Thank you, f-for⊠everything. Iâll sing the next one for you.â She gave Bella one last bow of her head and took a few steps towards the exit. Although, she paused just to say, âI.. I hope you feel better soon. And⊠that dress looks lovely on you.â Admittedly, the last bit may have come out rather quick, and Luci practically ran away after it, but she had gathered the courage to say it nonetheless.
Now it was a race against time. She darted backstage only to see Leo and a rather fretful looking Harold standing beside them. âHey Luce! I found him for you.â
âThank you, Leo. Good job,â Luci praised, but it was clear her nerves were starting to return in full force. Leo didnât mind though; even praise as minor as that warmed their skin.
Luci turned to Harold, who was holding a pretty basic kit for make-up. âOne of the assistants had some make-up in her purse. Itâs not much, and itâs not nearly as good as the stuff you had at home-â
It was clear Harold was prepared to ramble on, but Luci didnât have time for this. âItâs fine, Harold! Thank you for all the help, but⊠Less talk, more applying.â She grimaced as soon as she had said it, immediately feeling bad. âAh, s-sorry, that was kinda-â
Harold blinked a few times, a redness dusting his cheeks. âYes maâam,â was all he said, with a hint of teasing in his tone. A teasing that caused Luciâs own face to flush, but she tilted it up towards Harold regardless.
With less than 60 seconds to spare, Luci made her way back on stage. Her reappearance was greeted with a polite applause, but she hadnât noticed. Her eyes were set to scanning the crowd again, searching for faces she would never be able to find. Her mother still hadnât shown up, and a certain short, goth, raven-haired witch hadnât either. So she smiled, waved to the crowd, and started singing her next song: a Dean Martin classic. âYou're nobody 'til somebody loves youuuâŠâ She finished the line with a sweep of her arm, and her wing copied the movement. Every crystal attached to her sparked and shined. âYou're nobody 'til somebody caresâŠâ
xxxxxADAxxFORREST

Ear not working. Where are you?
A brief snippet of music filled the room as the door opened and closed. Ada paused and heard heels clicking against the tiles. A cubicle door locked and Ada released a sigh of relief. Ada waved her hand over the sensor to flush the empty bowl. She would probably find it weird if she had heard someone leave a bathroom without flushing. She unlocked the door and peaked out to make sure the coast was clear.
No one else. Good, that was good. At least she wasnât about to be ambushed in the bathroom. She placed her hands under the tap and waited for the soap and water. Ada methodically washed her hands; palms, nails, between the fingers, back of the hands, 30 seconds. She moved along to the hand dryer, the warm air blasting the moisture from her hands. She heard a flush behind her and her eyes flickered up as a dark-haired woman stepped out of the cubicle. There was an awkward smile exchanged between them before Ada shook her hands and grabbed her bag to leave. The woman was probably harmless but Ada wasnât about to hang around to find out.
She left and half-walked, half-jogged back to the party. Soft, old-school swing music filtered through the room. Ada looked up to the stage and felt a pang in her chest when she saw Lucille up there singing. The lights danced off the stones on Lucilleâs dress, only adding to the dazzling show. Lucille was beautiful, everyone always said so. Her mother always said so. Up there, under the lights, she looked ethereal. Ada didnât even have to look over at her father to know the comparison was there. Everyone loved Lucille.
Well, now youâre just upsetting yourself.. Ada couldnât argue with herself. She looked around for a waiter and took a champagne flute from one as they passed by. The flowers beside her drooped slightly as she drank. âWell, thereâs no need for you to be upset as well,â she said as she stroked the petals. Her eyes swirled a bright emerald green as she conjured life back into the flower arrangement before settling to her usual olive colour.
xxxCAMERONxxJENSEN

The Cameron that was waiting by the stairs heard the gunshots echo through the building. Ah, shit. This was going to hurt. He began sprinting along the upper walkway, following the sounds of screaming and gunshots.
In the security room, Cameron watched the carnage unfold. Muzzle flash disrupted the camerasâ view of the room, and, more importantly, his teammates. A stray bullet took out a camera in the room. Wait⊠The cameras were way to high to be hit by a stray shot. No one was that bad a shot, right? Cameron looked across the control panel as screen after screen turned to static. âNow, I donât wanna alarm anyone, but theyâve taken out the cameras on the opposite side of the museum, heading down to the basement level.â
Back in the exhibition hall, Cameron was fleeing down into the carnage. Kieâs call for cover came through. âI think I can manage that,â he answered as Variants split off in every direction, an army of dark uniforms making a nuisance of themselves while Kieran summoned his ghosts. There was a brief moment of searing pain as a bullet pierced his abdomen before he was absorbed back into himself, the bullet falling uselessly to the ground, the clatter lost in the cacophony of sound around them. All around him black coats were separating and disappearing into themselves, almost dying but not. Isimir was a good enough shot to miss him so long as he was careful. Friendly fire wasnât something he needed to worry about. The delightful gentleman in front of him was another matter entirely.
Cameron closed his hand around the barrel of the gun, redirecting the rattle of bullets up and over his shoulder. The barrel was hot, even through his gloves. Cam dreaded to think how painful it might have been with bare hands. The man tried to wrestle back control of the gun and received a swift kick to his kidneys for his effort. The natural reaction to protect the wounded area meant his grip was loosened, giving Cameron enough leverage to prize the weapon away and crack the butt against his opponentâs head, sending the man sprawling. Cameron stood over him, pointing the gun at his knee. âNow I have your gun, and a lot more people than you do, so why donât you tell me whatâs going on here and you can keep your knee caps. Seem fair?â
âFuck you.â
Beneath his mask, Cameron scowled. Around him, he was fighting between and alongside ghosts and whatever else Kieran had summoned. The man began to scramble away and then yelled in agony as his kneecap was shattered into thousands of fragments. âWould you like to lose the second one?â
A Variant had made it across the room to Kieran. Not that Kie looked terrible, but Cam had definitely seen his friend look better. He reached over and held Kieranâs arm. âYou doing ok, Prince Charming?â
His voice crackled through the intercom. It was still weird hearing his own voice on the comms. âIâm heading over to the basement. If someone could come along and cover my back, that would be amazing.â

Bash had been busy taking care of three men who decided to try and attack him at once in hopes of subduing him when Charon asked for back up. Thankfully, Variant was there to answer the call. Bash then swiftly disposed of his assailants though refraining from feeding was growing more difficult as these fights dragged on. Bash was feeling hungry again.
âIâm heading over to the basement. If someone could come along and cover my back, that would be amazing.â Bash happened to be closest so he responded first. âIâm right behind you.â Another was also heading with them to the basement that Bash used his speed to get to first. He slammed him against the wall and took a bite out of his neck. Heâd used up his strength anyways. He deserved a quick snack.

Everyone had broken off to the party while Kit opted to stay behind for a bit. He wanted to gather his tech first and find a secure enough place to comb through security footage. Something just wasnât sitting right with him about this. He couldnât really find much of anything that would be useful which only furthered the anxiety he was having about this.
He put his things away and began making his way into the party as much as he dreaded it. He had to make an appearance but he hoped he wasnât going to have to socialize with any of the benefactors. He found a table at the back corner of the room. He kept checking his phone to monitor footage but then his phone began to buzz.
Kit looked up and scanned the room. Seven was pulled into conversation with some people instead of finding Ada like she was supposed to. Kit rolled his eyes and texted back.
At the back of the party. I have new comms for us.
He finally caught sight of her as she was giving life to one of the plants in the party. His heart raced a bit as he remembered the crush he once had on her but there was no time to think about or dwell on what ifs. At least not right now for Kit as he made his way across the room over to Ada. âHey,â He said from behind her. âTake this new earpiece. It links us all through Bellaâs telepathy while the comms are down.â He briefly explained how it worked but became distracted when his phone buzzed with another message.
âShit. I gotta find Bella.â Kit abruptly left. Not paying attention to if Ada decided to follow or not as he walked and looked for Bella.
Where are you?
There were sudden gunshots, BANG! BANG! BANG! They rang in her ear so clearly but Morgana stood firm, whipping her head toward the sound instead. It sounded like it came from the other side of the museum. She looked around once more, still no one . . . âShots?â she questioned through the comms, but another set of them confirmed shit was going down. Morgana hastily began rolling up her sleeves, unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on her dress shirt so she wasnât so constricted, and pulled down her suspenders. Shame, she didnât have much time to change after a long day of nonstop work but she managed to pack a small backpack that clung to her back with her after-party clothes and a few other things. So there was that and the thought of a little someone . . . It still annoyed the shit out of her though, being late. âIâm going in dickheads, anything I should know about?â she spoke again through the mic, beginning to make her way around the building towards the sound of fighting.
Before rounding the corner of the museum, the chaos that she heard unfolding was about to be right at her feet. There was a short whiz and then a loud crack that instantly made her freeze right where she stood. A bullet, that was a fucking bullet! It landed in the concrete right behind her head, chipping some in the process. With her brows furrowed and heat rising to her face, brown eyes darted around her vicinity and before she knew it she was staring down a masked man a yard or so away with wild blue eyes and brown hair peaking from beneath his mask. The gun shook slightly in his hands but it wasnât fear, he didnât look scared. He stood and watched her, gauged her reaction before letting off a few more shots in her direction. There wasnât much time for Morgana to react other than to pull a few quick hand movements lighting up the night with purple sparks and yell âHalt!â. The bullets stopped right in front of her, in mid-air before falling harmlessly to the ground. That's when she felt the sting. She raised her hand to her left ear, touching lightly enough to smear blood across her fingers. Just the feeling of warm and wet was enough to confirm her thoughts and with her anger rising, the witch took her bloodied fingertips and pulled her staff out from her chest with a purple glow and a wince. Like a bandaid, if you pulled it off fast, the pain would end fast and then you were okay. But other times the pain . . . lingered in her chest.
Without missing a beat she took a few strides to gain momentum toward the man thinking about how she now has to show up to an event after this with a bleeding ear. âAre you fucking serious!?â she yelled before launching her staff like a harpoon and having it strike him dead in the chest. The masked man crumpled into a heap while holding his chest and trying to desperately breathe but Morgana only held her hand out calling her staff back into her hands like some magic boomerang. âIâm heading over to the basement. If someone could come along and cover my back, that would be amazing.â âIâm right behind you.â Hearing both voices, Morganaâs attention was snapped back to the mission as she looked for a faster way in. âAha, my precious.â she sung out doing a grabbing motion with her hands towards a service door on the side of the building. âIâm heading in, see you guys soon!â
After making sure she knocked out the guy with a good kick to his face, Morgana examined the keypad next to the door and then lifted her finger up to it, a small purple shock of magic making it all go wonky before giving her the green. Alright, that was easy enough. Slipping through the door, Morgana could now hear the screams clearly, her feet already moving in its direction and her breath picking up. It wasnât long before she began shoving past people, gripping her staff tightly. The first hand that was laid on her shoulder was met with a swift jujutsu submission where the person's arm was twisted and now they sat on their knees in front of her. Another dickhead in all black. With a further twist of his arm, there was a pop and a loud yelp cut short by Morgana hitting him across the face with her staff. She looked down and found a bit of blood across her white shirt and a slight look of utter blasphemy took over her features. âWhat the fuck, can anything white of mine just stay clean for more than a few hours?â she complained to herself. There was no point in trying to wipe it now, sheâd only smear it more. Thud! Ow. The fuck? People were now pushing past her, bumping into her, and stepping on her toes. Wait, was that a person? She could have sworn he was carrying a sword? Okay, hell no.
The witch took off again down a crowded hall of people where she decided to piggyback off a few shadows making her trip into the exhibition hall twice as fast. Once she got there there was no hesitation in sweeping her first opponent's feet from beneath them with her staff. A swift blow to his face with the bottom of her staff and he was down for the count. âIâm in the exhibition hall, where do you want me?â The witch jumped back into the fray to help a couple cornered. She used her shadows to appear behind the assailant in an instant tapping his shoulder ever so gently from behind to grab his attention. âHi, hello! Have you ever heard of the phrase to fuck offeth?â Before the guy could raise his gun at her Morgana kicked it from his hands thwacking him in the face with the end of her staff before uppercutting him with the bulky part.

xxx the sun's starting to light up
xxx when we're walking home
xxx tired little laugh, gold lie promises
xxx we'll always win at this
The calm that had come from her conversation with Luci and Luciâs powers had long gone. Without the calming, grounding presence of another human being, the noise was loud again. She was sitting on the floor, curled into as much of a ball as she could manage, her head on her arms, her eyes squeezed shut to stop any light from coming through. Light hurt, sound hurt, everything hurt. The voices were so loud, and there were so many thoughts that she didnât want to hear. Thoughts of violence, thoughts of anger, she couldnât separate them from her own thoughts any more. Did she want to do those things? Had she already done them? Or was she just surrounded by awful, violent people?
Sheâd sent texts, or at least she was pretty sure she had. Maybe that had been somebody elseâs thought as well. But after texting Kit, the time sheâd been waiting felt like an eternity. Sheâd texted Mikey too, something along the lines of âpowers bad, plz help.â When she felt the buzz of her phone in her hand, moving her head and her hand to look at it was almost painful. She had to squint at the screen to be able to make out the text. It was from Kit, that much she could see. Texting would take too much energy. Maybe it would be easier if she went and found him?
Then she moved too fast and felt, once again, like she was gonna throw up. Moving was a bad idea. She folded herself back up and took a photo of her view, sending it back to him. She felt like she should send an actual text too but the room was swimming far too much for that. She sank her head back onto her arms and prayed that somebody else would find her soon.

xxx these are the eyes
xxx and the lies of the taken
xxx these are their hearts
xxx but their hearts don't beat like ours
When Kieran came back to the room, he was sitting on the floor, his head leaning back against the pillar. His whole body hurt, but it was the usual post-power ache; looked like heâd managed to avoid getting shot at least. His vision was still blurry but he could just about make out somebody beside him. They put a hand on his arm and spoke to him; a familiar voice, perhaps the one he wanted to hear the most. He smiled instinctively, a soft smile that betrayed his relief at seeing Cameron of all people. âYeah, Iâm fine,â he said. He glanced down at his hands, seeing the too familiar sight of blood on his hands. âNose bleed but no nausea, Iâll take that much,â he said, glancing back at Cameron and grinning again.
Now his vision was cleared, he could see something looming up behind them. Not something, someone, in an unfamiliar suit and with their eyes set on Cameron. Without even thinking about it, Kieran grabbed his knife and lunged towards the figure, his knife plunging into the figureâs thigh. They stumbled back, giving Kieran the chance to get his hand on their leg and dig deep again. He didnât have time to think, didnât have time to use the control he usually tried to use. And so their would-be attacker turned to dust before their eyes. Kieran sank back to a sitting position, not looking at Cameron. He hated people seeing him using his powers like this, seeing how horrified they could be. And he couldnât even blame them for feeling like that.
âSorry,â he said quietly. âIâm fine again if you wanna go⊠rejoin the fight or whatever,â he said. He wasnât fine; heâd still need another while before he felt okay to stand unassisted, and his hands were shaking. But he knew people didnât want to stick around after seeing that.

The party's such a drag
And everyone can tell
That you're poisoning the well
But there are no mistakes
Except what you create
You need to know your place
"Now you", Isimir started, "Are really killing my vibe." they chided softly, quickly taking the masked assailant by the arm and flipping them over onto their back and onto the floor. Feeling the person's shoulder dislocate upon impact, "Nighty, night, sweet prince-" Isimir stated, before bringing their booted foot onto the individual's face. A soft crunch was all that was heard, and the figure went limp. That would at least keep that one down long enough, that's all that was needed.
Looking down at their watch, Isimir let out a silent curse, "Being fashionably late is still a thing, right?" they said to no one in particular, taking one more look around the large room they were in before turning on their heel and making a mad dash into the darkness. From their calculations and scanners, there was less than a handfull of unnaccounted for people, the others could handle it, right? Right.
Sure, Isimir knew they'd be getting more than an earful later on, they always did, but tonight was different. They had one night to do this, and they had no more time to spare. They could deal with Reaper, Charon, Bash, and whoever else lecturing them when they realized one person was missing from the group.

Hear the warning
Not your sweetheart
Iâm not your sweetheart
So, them simply trying to get into the party from the outside, dressed like that? That wasnât it. Something else was going on, they had something else in mind, but what was it? An attack? If so, there would have been more. Terrorist threat? Again, there would have been more than just two, and the way they had been acting? Being knocked out by Quantum like thatâŠBut still being able to make a quick getaway in such a short time? That was the part that was beginning to bother Mikey. If they were able to take such hits, and still be able to escape moments later, without being detected? They werenât normal attackers. She felt sick.
Mikey had found herself lost in thought, that she hadnât even heard her phone chime. At least not until the last few notes of the familiar ringtone faded. BellaâŠ, Mikeyâs thoughts immediately went to her friend, going for her phone. Her stomach dropped for a moment.
To Bells: On my way, hold tight
For now Mikey would have to give up on trying to find some more clues for what those attackers were up to, sheâd follow her hunch later on. She had more important things to attend to. Just as swiftly as she had left, Mikey had made her way back down to the main room where the party was being held. Dozens if not hundreds of faces flooded the room, the sound of chattering voices and the soft music being played the filled the room with a thunderous harmony. It was almost overwhelming.
Thankfully, Mikey had a feeling she knew where Bella was, she just had to find her. It couldnât be that hard, right? Making her way through what felt like an endless sea of faces, Mikey had somehow managed to find her target. Bella appeared so small and scared. Holled up in the farthest place she could get herself. MIkey could feel her heart skip a few beats, she hated seeing the people she cared about like this. She knew how Bellaâs powers had been affecting her of late, or at least the smallest idea of it, anyway. But this? This, only reminded Mikey of when the first two met. How scared and nervous Bella was. It nearly felt like a life-time ago.
Mikey brought herself back to reality and away from those thoughts, she needed to be present and here for her friend, not dwelling on the past. Just as Mikey began to make her way over to Bella, Mikey stopped in her tracks. From the corner of her eye she had managed to see a figure on the opposite side of the room, she watched as the figure slowly entered the room. Her breath caught in her throat and her stomach felt like it dropped. She watched as the all too familiar, blond figure fixed the cuff of the black blazer they wore. The all too familiar silvery, white blond hair was pushed back, appearing as more of a mane than anything else. Even from this distance, Mikey could have sworn the two made eye contact.
Why were they here-, Mikey shook her head, she didnât care. It didnât concern her anymore. Whatever reason that had brought them here, was none of her concern. They hadnât even properly talked in over a year, everything seemed so cold and distant between the both of them. On one hand it didnât feel right, Mikey wanted to fix things, tell them the truth, but if there was one thing about them that Mikey knew, that once a bridge was burned, there wasnât any way of fixing it. She had done more than enough damage by now, if she tried, it would only get worse.
Without much more than a second look, Mikey turned on her heels and pushed her way through the crowd. Taking a few deep breaths as she quickly strode the rest of the way towards her friend. Slowly crouching down beside her, âYou look like youâve seen a ghost.â Mikey attempted at a playful quip, âHow about we get a drink or something, huh? I think we could both use one right now.â
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