Abby and Y/N left the marina in search of the two Seraphite children that saved their lives.
Y/N looked down at himself holding up his arms and observing his pants. He was upset about the loss of his armor.
Abby: Hey, you don't need it.
Y/N: All I have are the clothes that went under it. I loved that armor.
Abby: You can always make more once this whole situation settles down. Besides, the armor doesn't make you Deathstroke.
Y/N smiled and the two heard the trademark whistle of a Seraphite.
Abby: We have to get them out there before it's too late.
Y/N: Let's go.
The dynamic duo headed towards the place where they left Lev and Yara. Eventually passing through a cargo yard where they ran into a group of Seraphites.
Y/N pulled out the large hammer that he now views as a trophy as much as he views it as a weapon. He challenged a large Seraphite man with the same kind of hammer.
Y/N: I wonder how many there are like you.
???: More than enough to kill you!
Abby engaged the others in handgun combat. It would have been easy for them to just shoot Y/N, but not when somebody is shooting back at them.
Y/N opened up the fight with an overhead swing which the large man side stepped. The Seraphite attempted to follow up with a side swing, but Deathstroke ducked under it and used the pickaxe end of the hammer to dig into the Seraphites side.
As the sound of gunfire stopped, the large Seraphite cussed and back handed Y/N which made him stumble back a bit.
The now injured Seraphite attempted an overhead swing, but Y/N moved out of the way, pulled out his pistol, and shot the man in the eye.
The Seraphite groaned in pain as he fell to the ground. He was still alive.
Y/N: Stop pretending to be me.
Y/N shot him two more times in the head, making what awaits us after death very clear to the large Seraphite.
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Abby and Y/N eventually made it to the portable home that they left Yara and Lev in. They found a dead Seraphite with an arrow in his neck at the door.
Y/N peeked his head in through the door and barely missed getting shot. He immediately ducked out of the door.
Y/N: Easy! It's us.
Lev slowly walked into view with a pistol in her hands.
Lev: I'm sorry.
Y/N: I understand, kid. No need to be sorry. How's your sister?
Lev shook her head and pointed towards the other room where they had left Yara.
Abby went ahead into the room, followed by Y/N and Lev.
Y/N pulled the jacket off Yara. It was terrible.
Y/N: Mass inflammation. . . fever. And visibly fighting an infection. Abby, can you pick her up? We have to get her out of here, I'll fight any resistance.
Abby nodded and gently picked Yara up.
Lev tried to stand in the way of Abby like the protective sister she is, but there was really no need.
Y/N: Easy, lion. We're giving her a chance. We'll make sure she lives.
Lev relaxed and let Abby pass. The group left the small home and carried on to where they need to be.
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The group wondered through the aquarium in search of Owen.
Owen heard them and walked around a corner to greet Abby and Y/N, but stopped in his tracks when he saw Lev and Yara.
Owen: Are those Scars?
The German Shepherd, Alice, ran around the corner, barking and growling at the strangers. Owen held her back and Lev drew her bow.
Everyone began arguing incoherently before none other than Mel walked in and calmed the dog down by simply speaking her name.
Y/N: Lev. Lower the bow. The dog just doesn't like strangers.
Lev lowered her bow.
Mel: Abby, Y/N. Who are these kids?
Abby: They saved our lives. Can you take a look at her arm?
Mel approached with caution after telling Alice to stay, she then asked what happened.
Y/N: One of her own. . . "punished" her with a hammer.
Mel sighed. The last thing she thought she would ever do as a medic is give a Scar treatment.
Mel: Let's lay her down on the operating table. . .
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Years earlier
Y/N was running through the forest, his long H/C hair waving in the wind. He breathes a sigh of relief, but it's quickly cut short when he feels a knife pressed to his side.
Jack: You gotta be more stealthy than that.
Jack sheaths his knife.
Y/N: Yeah well. . . not all of us are like you. No one is like you.
Jack: Be thankful for that. Let's head back.
The two friends start walking back to base. Jack pulled out a handgun and handed it over to Y/N.
Y/N: Cool! You modified it. Nice build, sturdy slide. . . thirteen rounds. . . threaded.
Y/N holds out the gun to Jack. But Jack simply pushes his hand away.
Jack: Keep it.
Y/N: Really? But you love this gun.
Jack chuckled. He really did love that handgun, but he's making sacrifices, sacrifices to better himself. This is one of them.
Jack: Yeah. My favorite thing to do against infected. Martial arts mixed with firearms. But I want you to have it. I'm trying to be less violent. For Mel.
Y/N: Mel? That Firefly girl?
Jack: Yeah. Since we are taking contracts from the Fireflies, I figured. . . well, I figured I will get to know her. She's infatuated with me, but she's a bit scared.
Y/N: So. . . become a Firefly.
Jack laughed.
Jack: I'm not evil, but I'm still a bad man. This will always be the life for me. But maybe if I can dial it down, this will go somewhere. . .
