There was no honor in what I was about to unleash on these compounds. I wish I could say dissociative for most of it. That would be a lie.
"I'll take the left, you take the ones on the right?"
"Agreed."
My pupils burned with rage and I blasted through the door, it burst into pieces. I fried the first few bodyguards with lightning. Someone tried distracting me with a machine gun and they were met with a swift kick into the atmosphere from Ripley. I whistled for him to go up to the roof just in case, good timing too since I was hit with something involving electromagnetic waves. I couldn't tell you exactly what it was since it sent me flying into the next room. Debris and all. That hurt. Stumbling up I was hit with a few haymakers from other lackeys, catching their fists. I smiled with bloody teeth bursting lightning from my fingertips to turn them into ash. Dipping my head I mumbled fiddling my fingers.
"So that's how you do that..."
The other one tried to run but was hit by corpses that fell through the roof. A stray hit Ripley with more of an explosive weapon sending him flying in the opposite direction. I sped over to him, palm gripping his face I dug my claws in and his face crushed like a grape. His blood and matter splattered onto my face and I found myself grinning ear to ear. It essentially went like that down. Whatever tech they threw at us, we healed from it and burned the compounds to the ground within a matter of hours. You should have seen the faces of the tech department when Ripley and I strolled in. All of them cleared a path as we walked over to the new head of the trash department. He adjusted his glasses trying his best not to piss his pants..erm nevermind-
"You got any more locations for me?"
"The response to your attacks has made it twice as hard to find any locations. T-they're scrabbling their signal in a way that we can't track them anymore."
"Touché. Clean yourself up, call me when you get new info."
The guy nodded heavily as I adjusted my cape on the way out. In fact that gave me an idea. Heading down to the seamstress, I gave her some..ideas on a new suit. I know, tacky but I figured the whole I just murder people for fun now should embody what I wear. Back at my apartment, I saw the suite had been by from how clean it was. Ripley chuckled to himself, pulling at his suit with dried blood on it.
"Red would match my majestic eyes wouldn't it?"
His pupils burned crimson and he emitted a brief smirk from me.
"It'd probably make you look like an idiot."
"Admit it. Red is my color."
Looking him up and down, I rolled my eyes. He followed me like a lost puppy up to the bedroom. We stripped down and he joined me in the shower. We did more than cleaning in there. To be frank from that point on everything became a blur.
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Months passed and it purely became a manhunt chasing after Supremacy. That being said the crime rates started to go down once Ripmey and took the streets. I rocked my new suit decked out violet and progressively started to go maskless. I shaved my head of hair and started going by The Calamity. I could give you in-depth details of the blood on my hands from that point on. I don't think I will. I'll leave you in the imagination of what this city turns into once laws become guidelines.
