Jasper bowed his head in acceptance, his vector field pushing him away from Trevor, and knocking over the crowd behind him. Bodys flew with terrible grace, before collapsing akwardly on the ground. He drew in a breath and smiled, a true smile for the first time in years, "Good that you see it that way, feel free to kill us all the moment you see any of us. For this is the will of Accelerator." He leaped off the ground, the ground smashing as he altered the vectors of his feet up and backwards. He flew over the row of houses and landed on another street, hidden from view.<br/><br/>Trevor bit back a curse and glanced at the claw. It was stained in red, not with blood but, like red wine. The color rippled when in contact with human flesh. A Vectorblade.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Accelerator sighed as his apprentice-to-be rejected his hand of friendship again. He looked at his open palm as a butterfly landed on it. So now, the hand of friendship has turned into the fist of war. No more will he hold back his attacks, he would capture and torture her. His palm closed on the butterfly, cupping it with the other hand, seemingly imprisoning it. He redirected the molecules with more heat out and those with less heat in. Within seconds, smoke seemed to be pouring out from his hands. He removed the other hand, revealing a butterfly, encased in ice, frozen solid. He dropped the creature onto the metal beneath him.<br/><br/>As the ice fractued and broke, he advanced deeper into the Sonic Piledriver, it was time to read the operations manual and learn how to operate it. Because the moment a man learned how to operate the machine, he would be come ruler over all of the City of Misfits.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Traitor<br/><br/>Traitor</span>