Protectors- Consequence

Chapter Twenty Four: Poisonous Souls

Annabelle's footfalls were stern sounding as she moved out of sight, whistling a jolly tune all while the Protectors struggled to consider what to do. Noctum's life was at risk, whether the detonation or the virus got to him, he would have an extremely high likelihood of passing away. Not to mention that Greiger was up there, pushing his strength and aggression to new heights. Spirit had not enough magic stored to stop time, but she decided to think outside the box. Her power could transform the bombs, so all that needed to happen was for them to escape the basement and fly up there,

"I do not want the magic getting in my way," Annabelle stated, "so if you wish to live, I will require Spirit to ingest more of the anti-power gas,"

She held up a smoke-grenade, full of a swirling, thick fog,

"No way in hell are we letting Spirit lose her powers," Zachary called, "we'll keep fighting, whether we win or lose,"

Draedon, who had remained stationary, stepped forward with grace not befitting his robotic form. He was completely unfazed by any lingering gas, and stood directly in Annabelle's path to the doorway,

"I trust Adam," He whispered, "If I know anything about the man, it's that he never loses a battle that he needs to win. He went band for band with Apis before he even had the Chrysalis, for crying out loud,"

Annabelle chuckled. It did not matter what these people could do. Her contingency was impossible to survive. Even if it was possible for Noctum to live, her contingencies had contingencies,

"He took everything from Greiger and I," She spat, absentmindedly beginning to stroke the hide of one of the freakish beasts, "he is the most terrible villain of all. I am not a villain, as I have sacrificed many less lives than he has, but at the end of the day, it all came together, I finally found a way to either kill him, or have him kill the city and force the public to realise why he's a true villain,"

She held up the gas canister again, beginning to walk steadily towards Spirit.

Calvin Blakk dropped off Frederick's butler at the Australian airport, his skills as a Zeta having forged documents for her to live a life in Australia, free from the influence of her past. All of the screens were playing breaking news about the veil of smog that had fallen over a small portion of a suburb in Perth. Calvin had fought for a taxi and quietly wired the lady a hundred thousand dollars for her troubles before leaving her in tears,

"Where to?" The driver asked Blakk, who had been silent until that point,

"As close to the smoke as you can get me," He responded, "don't go to close to the police either, I have a friend that lives in that area and I don't want to be kept out,"

"Sure, bro," The driver responded, navigating the city streets smoothly, the radio playing silently in the background, "If you don't mind me asking, you aren't going to break a law, are you?"

Calvin could have laughed, but he didn't, opting instead to gravely shake his head, 

"Police have it surrounded, suspecting superhuman involvement. I can't get in without trying really hard, but I'm not going to hurt anyone,"

The driver was silent for the rest of the trip, and as he left Calvin behind, the man drove off without even asking for a tip. Calvin felt the hair on his head, which had been healed in the regeneration chamber, a side effect he hadn't expected. He rather enjoyed the feeling, but knew that long hair would only get in the way when he was reacting to bullets. He pulled the knife from his utility, slashing through the hair quickly, leaving him with a shorter cut, but still with some hair on his head. Calvin entered the fog, bypassing the police officers with his sheer running speed,