<i><u>December 9th, 2018<br/>
Los Diablos Free Economic Zone, California, United States of America</u></i><br/><br/>The city was engulfed in flame.<br/><br/>Metahumans swarmed the streets in a riotous outcry, vehicles were being destroyed and lit ablaze, shops smashed. Modified, the Police/Guardians of the FEZ were hard pressed to disperse with so many, quickly being overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity of the Metahuman Horde. People who could fling lightning from their fingers, manipulate the earth below them, cast fire like a fantasy mage, or summon the wind to blast away those in front of them were assaulting any and all standing opposed to them. In the distance, Anarchy raised a US Flag, spray tagged with a black anarchy symbol, before lighting it ablaze to the cheers of the Metahumans watching, before flinging it into the body of a Modified Officer, pinning him to the wall and slowly bleeding him out. Out in the streets, destroying tanks and sabotaging weapons, Technomancer marched with his forces towards the Modified Police HQ, intent on cutting out the beating heart of this Hydra.<br/><br/><i><u>Off nearby, at the Interstate 10</u></i>, a few Metahumans were helping those who wished to avoid the fighting out of the city, Angel and Lord Blood being among two of them, as well as the 11 year old Torur Iliad. People were screaming as they rushed to get out of Los Diablos quickly, jerking and yelling with fright every time the continued din of an explosion or gunfire sounded off close by. The city was falling, everyone there knew that, and they were not going to live through a repeat of the Cataclysm that had happened almost a decade prior, so they were packing up whatever they could carry, and either heading to the nearest FEZ or US city they could afford to get to until this all blew over. As the civilians were loading up, finely dressed men approached the caravan heading out. Members of Arachne's Syndicate, they were her Enforcer's.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fvignette.wikia.nocookie.net%2Ffairytailfanon%2Fimages%2F1%2F10%2FSentinel_Ferus_Kluft.jpg%2Frevision%2Flatest%3Fcb%3D20130714231240&amp;hash=590f42710f57627f516abb6bab33103e" href="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/fairytailfanon/images/1/10/Sentinel_Ferus_Kluft.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130714231240" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">One in Particular</a>stepped up towards young Torur.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Torur's face showed immediate anger at the sight of the male. "<b>What do <i>you </i>want, Ferus?!"</b><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Ferus Kluft would straighten out his shades as he spoke, the Modified male's eyes on Torur. "<b>Arachne know's what you're about to do, Torur- stop this madness and come home."</b><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Torur would grind his teeth, as he placed his hand on a paint bottle, glaring in the direction of the male. "<b>I am <i>not </i>going back to that place, pretending that nothing ever happened!"</b><br/>
</span><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"If you would just let her explain-"<br/>
</span></b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><b>"I'm DONE with explanations and lies! If you won't back off, I will MAKE you back off!" </b>Torur said, before pouring the paint onto the ground and holding out his hand. A <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpre00.deviantart.net%2F7912%2Fth%2Fpre%2Ff%2F2017%2F280%2F3%2Fc%2Fthe_creator___ink_monster_form_by_devious_she_devil-dbpun9a.jpg&amp;hash=318dee652f5897a3704ee287e7ba7ff1" href="https://pre00.deviantart.net/7912/th/pre/f/2017/280/3/c/the_creator___ink_monster_form_by_devious_she_devil-dbpun9a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">creature </a>would soon arise out of the paint, hissing and roaring at the enforcer's present.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"><b>"Your mother wants you home. No matter what happens, I will do what is necessary to make sure that I bring you there."</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"<b>She. Is not. My. MOTHER!"</b></span><br/><br/><i><b>At the City Hall,</b></i>the Marshal's and Modified remaining were fighting back against the crowds of Metahumans. Finn Ahmad, known as the Marshal Headcase, would enter the building to reinforce the Marshal's inside, fighting back any intruders. Passing by a specific group of Modified, Finn tossed down a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fc3%2Fb5%2F45%2Fc3b54511f75c83c501a464537a1036ce.jpg&amp;hash=6564d8d04ce7554ec64c9fdd4f5da916" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/b5/45/c3b54511f75c83c501a464537a1036ce.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> card</a>in the bin next to their check-point. The one in charge would nod, as the group stepped away, to reinforce the outside. Inside the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.featurepics.com%2FStockImage%2F20080514%2Ffuturistic-building-interior-stock-photo-726671.jpg&amp;hash=7915def85948ee3c17f18a8d767399f9" href="https://www.featurepics.com/StockImage/20080514/futuristic-building-interior-stock-photo-726671.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">building</a>were clear signs that the fighting had reached inside- a group of modified were immediately cut down by a Metahuman using Kinetic waves. Among them was Finn's target- Councillor<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fc6%2Ff7%2Ffc%2Fc6f7fc998233e77157e86a6038079d25--cyberpunk-character-deus-ex-mankind-divided.jpg&amp;hash=5444afe6bafa284886bc086f51b61953" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/f7/fc/c6f7fc998233e77157e86a6038079d25--cyberpunk-character-deus-ex-mankind-divided.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jameson Tagger</a>, Northrop's representative on the city council.  He could die....at least, not yet.<br/><br/>Finn would approach the Metahuman, before raising his hand, as the man was lifted up by his throat with Finn's telekinesis. With fine control, Finn closed his grip and snapped the man's neck, tossing him aside, before lifting up the Councillor. "<b>Councillor Tagger, this area is not safe."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"You think I don't bloody well know that?! He's coming to kill me! He is, I know it!"</span></b><br/><br/>Finn would raise an eyebrow. "<b>He?"<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Vex- I know he's out there, somewhere! Quick- we have to find a place to hide. There's a safe room, I'll take us there!"</span></b><br/><br/>Finn would follow after the man into the elevator shaft, as it would descend two levels. They would finally arrive to the Janitor's level, as Tagger would walk behind a cleaning cabinet and enter in a code on a keypad, before doing a retinal scan and a handprint scan, as a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fi.dailymail.co.uk%2Fi%2Fpix%2F2016%2F04%2F13%2F19%2F332595F500000578-0-image-a-2_1460573398115.jpg&amp;hash=cc8db63a600d2ad47c687577af1c0432" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2016/04/13/19/332595F500000578-0-image-a-2_1460573398115.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">vault door</a>would appear from behind a fake brick wall. Opening the heavy vault door, they would arrive into the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fi.dailymail.co.uk%2Fi%2Fpix%2F2016%2F04%2F13%2F19%2F332595F500000578-0-image-a-2_1460573398115.jpg&amp;hash=cc8db63a600d2ad47c687577af1c0432" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2016/04/13/19/332595F500000578-0-image-a-2_1460573398115.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Los Diablos City Hall Saferoom</a>. Finn would close the door behind them, hearing the brick slide down, as a small smile would appear on his face. Perfect- they were all alone.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Tagger would let out a sigh of relief, as he poured himself a cup of <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fcmzone.vzbqbxhynotw9ion96xv.netdna-cdn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F08%2Fwillett-pot-still-reserve.jpg&amp;hash=74bcef4c989e2600c08a5966b6725207" href="http://cmzone.vzbqbxhynotw9ion96xv.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/willett-pot-still-reserve.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">bourbon</a>, now speaking with confidence. "<b>Heh, I'd like to see Vex break through that door! Technomancer, maybe, but Vex'll never find it.....Thank you, Marshal, I'll make sure you're properly paid for your trouble." </b>He said, handing Finn a glass. "<b>What's your name, anyway?"</b></span><br/><br/>Finn would stare at the glass, before setting it down, as he pressed lock on the vault, door, now looking directly at the man, eyes glowing blue. Then, when he saw the man look at him, only then did he speak.<br/><br/>"<b>My name's not important.....but my story is."<br/>
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____________</b><br/><i><u>June 24th, 2018<br/>
Los Diablos, California<br/>
Present Day</u></i><br/><br/>The day had finally come.<br/><br/>Finn had the City hall scoped out for weeks- using the eyes of security personal, mapping out every corridor, gaining access to security cards and codes, it was finally time to put it in action. He had just finished his visit to the Good Doctor today, he had to ensure his time was well spent. Entering in wasn't a problem- he was disguised as a janitor, as cliche as it was, and immediately moved to the security room for the wing he was in. There was only one guard, and there would only be two today, and the next rotation wasn't for 15 minutes, more than enough time for what he needed. Placing his hand on the guard's head, he took ahold of his mind just enough to force him unconscious, carefully setting the man down as he shut off the security feed for the wing he was in.<br/><br/>He was committed now, there was no turning back.<br/><br/>Pulling a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ebayimg.com%2Fimages%2Fi%2F380299414693-0-1%2Fs-l1000.jpg&amp;hash=ae77c44fe70e3b9f498af1d7056fd78a" href="https://i.ebayimg.com/images/i/380299414693-0-1/s-l1000.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> ski mask</a>over his face, he quickly moved in through the wing, careful to feel around for anyone that could be close by. Cursing lowly, he bent down by a fountain as a group of executives passed by, likely assistants to the Councillor's of this '<i>great and noble' </i>city.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"<b>Why are the Councillor's so concerned about Holding area 13?"</b><br/>
</span><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Someone got tipped off that the area might be raided soon. Two extra guards were stationed today."<br/>
</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Really? What would anyone want out of there? Just old failed prototype's."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"I don't question the ones who sign my checks as to why they do what. I'd advise you to do the same."</span></b><br/><br/>Finn would let out an annoyed sigh as the two passed. Did someone know he was going to be here? Dammit, this complicated things, but not irreparably. Finally arriving at<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fak1.picdn.net%2Fshutterstock%2Fvideos%2F4230751%2Fthumb%2F1.jpg&amp;hash=b7a2e45420e135b78d079bbf3c98e052" href="https://ak1.picdn.net/shutterstock/videos/4230751/thumb/1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Holding Area 13</a>, Torur swore as he saw two guards patrolling there. Raising his hand, he would close his eyes as he lifted up one of the more fragile objects on the shelves, before causing it to fall on the ground, creating an appropriate shattering sound. The guards went to go and inspect it, leaving Finn more than enough room to get where he needed to be. His prize was at aisle 16, article of interest number 247.<br/><br/><i>245...<br/>
246...</i><br/><br/>Aha.<br/><br/>The item he had been waiting for, Number 247, was sitting pretty on the shelf- A<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tuvie.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Frolltop-portable-computer1.jpg&amp;hash=279f54f9e04fc6a762eeae47506a3cce" href="http://www.tuvie.com/wp-content/uploads/rolltop-portable-computer1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Nanocell</a>. Sentient Microcomputers that could disassemble and reassemble organic and inorganic matter at a molecular level within seconds. Banned in almost every country after the disaster of New Jerusalem, It was perfect for what Finn had in mind. Picking it up and placing it on his back, he checked his watch- He still had seven minutes. More than enough time to slip out, get back to his hideout, then get this to Arachne's Tech Guy for Phase 2 of his plans. All he needed was to get moving and he was home free.<br/><br/>Were it so easy- the Universe loved to fuck Finn over.<br/><br/>_______<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Torur was picking up art supplies with the aide of Ferus Kluft, his new personal bodyguard after Alexander <i>disappeared. </i>His loving mother gave him his allowance and, as per typical, he went out to purchase what was needed to expand his repertoire of artistic creations, but what he was making right now was a surprise- He knew his mother's birthday was going to be soon, and he wanted to do something special for her, so he was creating his own <i>Magnum Opus </i>in honor of her. The woman had given years to him and given him the best love and care that a single mother could provide, especially when they were not blood related.<br/>
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He owed her everything. This was the least he could do.<br/>
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As Ferus Kluft packed the stuff in the car, Torur's attention was drawn to groups of children playing all around him. All around, he saw many different children, friends cajoling and plying together, and he yearned for the same- to interact with people, to share common interests, to just have any friends at all. Time and time again, he had tried to persuade his mother to allow him to go to a public school, so he could socialize, but she had shot down each and every one. It was maddening, but considering his mother was one of hte most influential people in the city, it was to be expected- Anyone would go out of their way to get at him, if only to target his mother.<br/>
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He just hoped that, with this project, he could change her mind.<br/>
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