Corrupt

Prolouge

Technoblade flung his axe towards the figure he was fighting, the other easily flipping away from the attack as if it was second nature. "Why won't you DIE?" The male angrily yelled, his swings now coming unpredictable in hope that he'll finally land a hit on his enemy.

"Maybe I won't die because I don't want to?" He answered, dodging every hit the other threw at him. Finally, it seemed the other got tired of this one-sided fight and pulled his baton out. Techno snarled, red eyes narrowing in on the other. "C'mon, think about it this way man!" A swing of his baton had his axe almost falling out of his hands. "I'm not exactly a hero, I'm a vigilante. I can't turn you in to the police, because if I call them that means I have a chance of being caught too!" Technoblade ducked as the other flung his weapon towards his head, sparks coming from the end. He was trying to tase him.

"Your point?" He hissed, flinging one of his legs forwards to swiftly trip the other. He gasped, half falling before his hands hit the ground, the enemy somehow doing a flip back onto his feet.

"I'm just trying to stop your fucking plan, even if I don't like heroes doesn't mean I should try and blow up a bank!" Technoblades plan was simple: blow up a bank to get the hero's attention, then he, his father, and twin would take out as many as they could. It was foolproof, all three known for killing heroes, so it was possible. "You'll just start a hero massacre, and in the crossfire, the civilians will pay a price too." The man finally stood, angry blue eyes meeting Techno's own. The pinkette huffed, smoke flying out of his nostrils in the process. "Now tell me, Blood God. Do you want to be at fault for a mother's death, or maybe even a child's?" He grabbed his axe, letting the thing form into another weapon, an evil smirk forming on his lips.

"Do I seem the type to care, Raccoon?" The vigilante glared at the other's words. A gunshot went off, Technoblade gasping as his hand dropped the sword he was going to impale the other with, it automatically reaching for his shoulder.

"Void." The other greeted, another vigilante coming into the light. He had a silver gun in his hands, his red and green eyes narrowed in on him as he came closer. "I thought Bumble wanted you with him?" It was hard to see the other's exact emotions at that moment since he had a mask covering his face.

"Bumble managed to defuse them in time, he told me to help you." A hum, Raccoons tail swishing but eyes never leaving the Blood Gods.

"Well, I think our job is done then." Void nodded, putting his empty hand out for the other. Technoblade narrowed his eyes, his hand still pressing down on his bleeding wound as he watched. The other was reaching out for it as purple particles swarmed the half and half.

"So you're gonna just abandon me, huh? Leave me for the heroes?" Both looked over, eyes cold.

"If the heroes catch you, that's your problem. We only wanted to stop your psychotic plan." He was going to yell in protest, but before he could they were gone.

"Assholes." He growled out.

Later That Night. . .

"So, The Bench trio really came out to try and whip our asses?" Wilbur asked, shrugging that awful trench coat off. Techno huffed, slumping onto their couch as he listened to his brother and father.

"I guess." Philza chuckled, taking the trench coat to hang up properly.

"Does that mean they'll be coming after us more?" Technoblade growled at the idea, finally sitting up to take his red cloak off, his one damaged arm sat at his sides, shoulder wrapped up.

"I hope not, I couldn't stand that 'Raccoon' one." He grumbles. "Who names themselves 'Raccoon'? Wilbur's villain name is even better than that, and that's saying something." His twin gasped, looking towards him with an expression of hurt.

"Jubilee Line is a perfectly awesome name for me!" He turned to his father. "At least my name isn't something as basic as 'Crow' like dads!" The blond raised a brow at this, his black wings twitching much like his left eye was, a tired sigh leaving his mouth before he turned away from his two sons. "I'm going to bed, if you're gonna fight, do it in the actual training room." With that, the tire man retreated down the hall. The twin looked at one another, both irritated and ready to strangle the other.