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❝ Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ. ❞

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Tango charged forward, yelling out as he swung his fist. Growling, as his red eyes glowed softly. His fist made contact with the vigilante's stomach who tried to dodge but failed miserably.

Stepping back in pain, the messy blonde groaned softly. He looked up, Tango slowly approaching him. "I'd have thought someone like you would be putting up more of a fight?" The man spoke in a taunting way, as he tilted his head.

Grian kicked his foot out, making the demon fall over. He growled as his head hit the stone cold floor with a loud thud, receiving some cringes from the audience. Do some people really enjoy fights to the death? What kind of cruel, twisted beings watch that shit?

"Tango, I don't wanna fight you." My eyebrows furrowed, staring down at the man. This statement received loud boo's from the crowd, however I didn't care. This wasn't right.

"How do you know my name..?" He snarled back at the me, as he slowly picked himself up. His eyes fixated on me, as he waited for an answer.

Much to his shock, I pulled him into a tight hug, as I held them there. Using him as my own cover, I pulled my mask off at an angle where only the hermit himself could see my face. Upon realizing who I was, he let out a soft gasp. "G-Grian..?" His voice was but a soft whisper, not having expected to see someone he knew behind the mask.

"Yeah, it's me. Impulse and Zedaph miss you, you know- and I know what they've been doing here, what they've been doing to you. I heard the crackle of the whip, saw the blood run down your back... I can get you out of here, just please follow my lead." I whispered back, wishing not for anyone else to head us.

"No, they'll just hunt me down again, I- He'll be looking for me-"

"He?"

"The killer."

"Wait, you know them? Like- Their identity-"

"Yes, It's-...." Tango stopped himself. Halting, as he stepped back. "I can't tell you-" His left hand gripped tightly onto his right arm, fingers dinging into his skin. He sighed, glancing to the floor. "I-I'm sorry G..."

Before the vigilante could respond, the doors were bust open. Grian quickly slipped on his mask, as he glanced up to see False, Xisuma, and Mumbo in the doorway. False and Mumbo holding guns, as the crowd started fleeing. "This is a bust! Everyone connected to this arena is under arrest!"

Tango slipped into the shadows, disappearing from sight. Who knows where he went off to...

People tried to escape, however EX had locked the doors. When the people owning the rig yelled at him, he simply responded, "Sorry guys, family comes first." As he glanced back to Xisuma when he said that. The man gave a soft nod in response, before EX continued, "And I was never on your side. I'm on my side. So right now, I'm repaying my dues to my lovely brother, and you all are going to prison to later have a public execution for holding human death matches." Of course EX tipped them off, letting his brother know.

The twin in red clad took one small glance at the vigilante in the arena, passing him a wink. Although his face wasn't very visible, the albino most definitely had an ass eating grin behind that helmet.

Grian sighed, before running through the facility and straight to the doors the three hermits busted through. Mumbo tried to stop him, but the vigilante was simply too quick. Waving a hurried, "Sorry, gotta go!"

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Doc sighed, as he sat there in an old rotted wooden chair. Sitting in front of a board of sorts, there were pictures of multiple other hermits. Some red and blue strings were haphazardly strewn about, as he took one last glance at it.

"Dammit...." He sighed, slamming his metallic arm into the table. The brass steampunk technology splintering the wood, as something fell down- A news article from a while back. It was crumpled up and wasted away, long forgotten up until now.

"Shit- Why hadn't I seen this before?" His eyes darted, reading through the small black lettering. A light bulb sparked in his mind, as he gasped.

"I-I've figured it out..! The killer- Wait... Oh god, Grian's in trouble." His eyes widened, as a realization dawned upon him. Doc had just figured out the killer's supposed identity, and realizing it... Grian wasn't going to be alright. Dammit! Why hadn't he seen it before?! It's so obvious now, everything was coming together!

Why hadn't he seen it sooner..? Everything was pointing right to him, yet the blame and suspicions were always directed to someone else. He was there for everything, and everything had become so much clearer-

Doc heaved a heavy sigh, running his metallic hand through his messy hair. "Goddammit- Why couldn't I have connected the dots sooner?! Of course it's him! Who else could it be? It all makes sense now..." He growled, before banging his head into the table in frustration. Seriously, how had he been so dumb to of missed this before?

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Scar sighed, getting agitated that Grian still hadn't returned yet. Had he gotten hurt? Kidnapped? Tortured? Killed? Dammit, don't think like that! He's fine, he'll be fine! He won't lose someone else he cares about, not again. Cub, Jellie... He felt his eyes getting watery, they couldn't be dead, they just couldn't.. How could any god be so cruel as to let such precious lights die out?

Teardrops fell onto his leggings, as Maui meowed softly and licked his hands. The cowboy themed man sighed softly, "You remind me of Jellie, you know that?" He tilted his head, before smiling at the feline friend. His heart immediately warming up as he stared into the cat's beautiful eyes.

Scar could feel something dripping- He felt at his head, the bandages around his head injury wet. As he pulled his hand away, he saw his own blood there. Maui immediately went and attempted to lick it off, as Scar shivered for a moment.

The man slowly pulled himself up from the furniture, and looked around for any medical supplies his friend could of had lying around his place. A headache soon panging at him, as he groaned for a moment-

God, everything hurt. Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he tried to make everything just.. stop one day. Would... it stop hurting? Where would he even go? How would everyone else feel? Letting out a deep exhale, Scar closed his eyes. He allowed visions and flashbacks to memories he tried to repress run through his head, making circles in his mind.

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And so the killer will be revealed in due time. I didn't even mean for it to come out this way, but hey I can still slowly build up to it. But dang it Doc, just had to figure it out.

I might reveal the killer in the next chapter or two, who knows. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I know how I want to reveal them, just not when.

Until then, theories or suspicions? ;D