Lucky Number 7

Instincts

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Italicized <-- Thoughts

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Days passed. The weekend seemed to come and go. Before they knew it, UA students were leaving for their internships. Of course, many were expecting to learn from the best and to better themselves. One had a different idea in mind. Now on the third day, some were either regretting their choices or learning valuable lessons. The 'Best' were coincidently focused on Hosu City. It was as time stopped entirely as word spread within the city.

Citizens dared their routine, albeit looking over their shoulders. Thugs, small-time villains, and even some heroes did the same. The Police Force was in high numbers with multiple stations sending their forces into the area.

Each group held their breath. Waiting to see what would happen next.

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Hero Killer: Stain returned to the factory. Climbing the decrepit building and entering from the roof, he let out an irritated sigh. He had left to continue his own goals albeit less fruitfully. Meeting Seputemu is both problematic and intriguing. The combined news of himself and Seputemu in Hosu caused more heroes to flock there. Increasing numbers meant that it would be harder for either villain to move about. Although, he's still sitting there.

The duo took a day of rest. Stain often worked tirelessly to find the heroes he deemed false. With Seputemu, he was able to relax much quicker than he usually did. Their break also allowed things to calm down, ever so slightly. Once refreshed, the Hero Killer returned to the streets while the armored giant stayed in the temporary hideout.

However, for two days, Seputemu sat on his makeshift seat. His weight was barely supported by the nearly destroyed cabinet. The lights within the helmet long turned dark and you could mistake the giant was asleep. Stain knew something was wrong.

Seputemu didn't seem to sleep as Stain would find him awake, doing something every time he left and returned. The smaller villain would even be awoken by a loud noise within the building. But now, for hours on end, Seputemu sat. It's like he's a machine that has been turned off.

"I've made my trips shorter to ensure you are still here," Stain told the suit. "I can't let someone get to you before I have my answer."

The silence was his only response. Grunting softly, Stain returned to his own seat. Once more the Hero Killer thought back to the words written in the alleyway. It was simple and profound, but also a challenge.

Maybe a call? A rousing claim that inspires those that read it? He knew there was meaning behind the phrase but couldn't think of a precise one. Seputemu was still such a mystery to him, with so few answers given.

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Seputemu stared into the void. It was always dark when he was forced to ration. It was the whole reason he returned to the surface after so long. ADAM. Rapture was long abandoned, leaving a once proud community trapped within its submerged walls. Only corpses and ruins remain.

So many were driven mad by his lifeblood. Memories played within the void like a lucid dream, replacing the darkness with his perspective. A slideshow of bodies, destruction, and sisters. Constantly combatting his cousins, those still standing anyway. Some were quick to fall but most became angry. Yet the Great Chain continued calling for ADAM. But there was never enough.