" I know what sort of business I'm involved in. I'll go the way I came in hopeful, but I'm not naive. I just plan on helping this world."
(X-Men, Fandomless-Marvel-DC. Originally intended to be the Gifted Multifandom. Now has Iboy, masked rider\k...
Radaint black inspired AU. Sorry if this spoils anything.
Atticus was optimistic and lost. Wanting to make things better, make something of himself without any means. He was frustrated about not being able to change anything on his own. To change what happened to him as he grew up. When he stumbled upon a cosmic power. Given this amazing ability to transform and summon this power. He stumbled, trying to learn on his own. Only to learn it was part of a set that arrived on earth by accident. Also, finding hosts that used the power the best they could. Or how they wanted. Atticus was optimistic that he could connect with them. You were cautious and worried about him. You knew what he was capable of.. when he was passionate or backed into a corner. You didn't know exactly what his new power was or its limits.
He tracked down the first, hoping to work together and have each other's backs. Only to learn they were using their powers for a violent crime spree. He tried reasoning and tried to just disable his opponent. Then he fought for his life blasting a hole through their stomach... and unintentionally adding their power to his own. He was reeling from taking a life when he was drawn to the others. People are trying to do their best with their gift and survive. He tried connecting, explaining things to them. Their power, these radaints.. Atticus only revealed a few details, saying that there were disagreements. He didn't want to push his ideas and what he wanted to do on them. But he thought it was a waste of what they did with their powers. That people would come looking for them to take their power back. He shared his worries among his guilt. From the one life he took and how he wasn't handling his guilt well..
You didn't hear from Atticus in days... He flew back home a broken mess in a white and black costume. "I didn't-I didn't... " In bits and pieces, he described what he brought upon himself. The blood on his hands. "I tried to make them to trust me.. but I said too much. I did - too much. So, to feel safe, to live their lives and use their powers freely, they had to kill me. That's what they thought. It wasn't an accident. And it wasn't for self-defense, not entirely... I chose how it ended for them. I knew they were people, not selfish monsters. Just people. Who had all this power but didn't try anything. They had a choice to be better and make things better. But if I made it out of their life... I'd make an impact. I'd do something that mattered every day. Unlike them."
You knew Atticus had this idea of what he wanted out of all of this. The fiction he looked up to, of people gaining powers and working together as a team. Instead, his reality was someone who ended up taking the power for himself, burdened by guilt. Without any idea of how to cope, make up for what he did.
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