Hooded Phantom Rebirth

Season 2: Episode 2

Joseph's POV

We started to entered Starbucks. And as usual, it was packed with gamers on their laptop and the usual customers doing their own things. Either way, we still did the line. But just as we got halfway through the line, I heard a familiar voice coming from one of the registers. "Hey Joseph, over here!" Said John. I smiled as we walked towards him. "Hey John, how's business?" I said, greeting him. "As you can see, it's packed. But look at you. You're looking sharp as ever. You getting a job or something?" He asked. "It's not a job it's just- you know what, nevermind. We'll get the usual," I said. "Already ahead of you," he said, taking out two Jabby Chips with cream on top. "I had a feeling you'd come visit," John stated, letting out a kind smile.

"Thanks John, here you go," I said, paying off the drinks. He opens the cash register and gives me the change. "Here you go, have a nice day Joseph. You too Anna," he said kindly. Both me and Anna smiled. "You too man," I said as I took a sip. We took a few steps when something felt off. I looked around and noticed that the air vents were making a weird noise, not to mention noticing that the air was a bit heavier than usual. Just as I was about to say something, large amount of gas started coming from the vents. I quickly looked around as everyone started dropping on the floor like dying mosquitos. I could hear Annaliz struggling. "What's happening?!. . . . my body. . . . feels. . . . .heavy," she faintly said. I quickly to off my jacket and covered my mouth and noise. But the gas still got into my nostrils, making me land on one knee. I looked ahead of me, seeing the door. I started to crawl my way towards the door when something kicked me on the side of my ribs. I turned to see a group of people. I'd say three of them, with some kind of ancient robe. As I tried to look closer, I could faintly see them wearing some gas mask. That's when I faintly heard one of them say, "We've got him," before everything went black.

I started to slowly open my eyes. I looked around. It seemed like a warehouse or something. One that hasn't been used in a long time. I suddenly hear footsteps coming from the dark of the room. As it grew louder, I could distinctively see one of those same bastards with the robes. I tried to move my hands to give him a well earned punch, when I realized that I was cuffed onto some horizontal table. I tried to use my powers, but to no avail.

"There's no use trying. Those are antihuman restraints. Meaning your powers won't help you this time, Mr. Torres," he stated. "Who the hell are you?! And have you done to everyone?!" I yelled. He smirked. "You mean the sceptics. Don't you worry about them. They weren't much use for us. That's why we let them go. But you on the other hand. You are very precious to us," he said, putting one of his hands on my cheek. I turned my head towards his hand, nearly biting the bastard, only for him to move his hand out of the way. "My you're quite the animal. No wonder they chose you," he said holding his hand. "We?! They?! Who the hell are they!!??" I yelled.

He smirked. "We're known by many names. But you can call us the Band of the Eye," he said. "Oh great. Just what I needed. Getting kidnapped by a fucking cult!" I said as I tried my best to break lose. "You're quite the vigilante. Killing all those thugs within weeks, last year. I'd say you've had about 24 casualties. That's quite impressive," he stated. I stopped resisting and said, "I stopped doing that a long time ago. I don't kill anymore," I stated. All he did was grin. "That wasn't the case just a few hours ago. In fact, if that voice hadn't came from your mic to stop you, Jared Morillo would've been dead. But hey, don't take my word for it. I mean we've seen you get 'repolsive' if someone hurts or even touches that profane girl of yours inappropriately," he said. "Don't talk to her like that," I said, warning him. He smirked. "Oh don't worry. We could care less about her. All we care is for you. After all, you are our sacrifice," he said. "Wait, what do you mean by-," was all I said before lit candles started taking shape around me.