Drug's Power.[Mika/Zen]

It was dark. The sun had took its place hiding where the human eye itself could not see in its naked simple form. The moon was shining down onto the criminal scum below, making their way down the dark streets of Chicago in the black cars. The abandoned buildings in the area showing the homeless man staring out towards the drug dealers on the corner.

Upon a tall building, a man cloaked in darkness stood. The figure's short black hair was waving in the wind with the bottom of the obsidian-black trenchcoat. The gloved hands reflecting light from the stars.

"God damnit, Flask." Growled one of the men in the car. "We need to get this shipment. Before that hero comes.. what was his name.. Dusk--"

The man's words were covered by the sound of bent metal, and the hissing sound from the hood of the car. The three of them in the car stopped their babbling, the driver's hands moved from the wheel.

"Flask, what was that?"

"Go check, idiot." The bigger man in charge spoke, his voice shaking. Flask opened the car door and leaped out. Moments passed, and the man's beady eyes darted left and right. His breath was caught in the chest when the car shook again.

Onyx stood on top of the car, the white mask having rays of the moon dancing upon it. Darkness was covering his blue eyes that seemed to shine behind it. The gloved hand coiled around the man's neck, the masked man stared down towards him.

"You're never going to be a good man selling drugs, Flask." The masked man tossed the man to the ground, and he landed onto the ground.

Slowly his sleeve was pulled back, and the needle was shining from the other droopy, black sleeve.

"This is what gives you real power, punk."

The grimace was shown behind the mask as the needle was stabbed into his arm, covering the blood that was seeping out. His gloved thumb moved down onto the back of the glass, pushing the button down.

Green liquid surged into his whole left arm, and a growl came from his mouth. The man on the ground stared up at him with horror.

"This is REAL power!"

Zeke leaped from the car, the foot smashing into Flask's right arm. A blood-curdling scream exploded from his mouth, and his head slumped to the side, consciousness gone from shock.

In no time, the bullets flew once the kingpin grew out with willpower. Onyx dodged every last one of them swiftly, by moving his shoulders and doing incredible, inhuman footwork. The serum was going well.. or so it seemed.

His right fist had slugged out as fast as the bullets came from the golden desert eagle, packing a punch, slamming the man right in the jaw. His fat jiggled, and the fedora smacked flat onto the wet Chicago streets.

Onyx' hand coiled around the man's neck, ready to snap it..

He stood in the shadows during the entirety of the fight, his midnight blue cowl covering his cyan blue eyes and snow white hair. He had been sniffing these dealers out for weeks now, they were going to be his first major bust and their "product" was going to give him a new lead to follow on The Reach. He had been following them for weeks, once figuring out they were making a cheap DNA amplifier from boiled down Reach Soda that would give anyone with the Meta Gene that failed to develop during puberty a quick boost that would allow them to become heroes... or villains given who they were buying from.

But that was all down the drain now as some nobody landed on the car like an animal, throwing the dealers out onto the ground. He made a quip about drugs then he followed up by injecting himself with a green liquid. The man was a hypocrite, he was a junky flaunting his power. Probably a doped up freak who wanted a fix but couldn't afford it, but that thought swiftly left his mind as he watched bullets fly before his eyes. The masked man out speeding them all and knocking out the dealers, leaving only the fat man, the man with the feather in his hat. He watched the hat float down into a puddle, rings arching outward and sliding over the puddles surface for the center, from the hat. The fat man was lifted in the air, the masked man holding him by his neck, his fingers hidden under the layered flesh.

The dark suited man stepped forward, "I'm new to being a hero but even I know we don't kill the bad guys. we put them in jail not the morgue." Max spoke, sparks jolting off his body here and there, his cowling vibrating from the static energy he was giving off. His left hand went behind his back while he dug around in his belt pocket, finding the metallic rings he was looking for he pulled them out and tossed them to the masked man. "You ruined a carefully planned sting I had planned, you probably scared off the buyer and this lot wont talk." he said while walking over to the car, looking at the pay load.

The van was full of vials of orange in coolers packed with dry ice and air vents. Max whistled when noting how much of a haul they had and the type of containers, not to mention the guns they were carrying for support. They had heavy duty pay loads they hadn't had the time to set up when they were ambushed by the masked man, the car itself was heavy armored on the inside while appearing normal on the out as to not arouse suspicion. His hands went over the car but not before plucking out two of the vials and storing them in his shock proof belt pockets. A jolt of power over took the ride, killing all circuits and making the liquid go sterile, killing the drug and making them useless to a passer by.

Once finished he turned back to the Mask and his hands lowered his cowl, "We do not kill." He stated, his eyes fixated on the man, his cyan orbs almost staring into his soul.

He could feel his blood boilingg, his heart pumping. His gloved fingers were wrapped about the fat man's neck. His humanity was slipping, he could feel it. Another figure dropped down from the sky, seemingly, and his head turned. The masked man's body turned and the fat man dropped onto the ground. Staring up at them both.

"L-look! Please! Don't kill me! I'm only trying to provide for my family, you know what I mean!" The blubbery figure on the ground continued to blabber on and plead to him. How long would this go on, drug dealers in this city, trying to provide for their family? It reminded him so much of his own father, the Kingpin of Chicago.

Edward Jones, The Kingpin of Chicago. Famous for his multiple drug deals, so many young followers in their teenage years signed up for their own death and humiliation. He did his dealing out in public, as did his followers. Because they all knew that if the time came to where they would be sentenced to prison, their kingpin would bail them out with the billions of dollars he held.

Edward had many, many children and 'spouses' across America and even Russia, where his business partner, Makarov Nikolai, another Kingpin, ruled the streets. 

Onyx looked towards the newcomer, the blank stare of darkness found in the eye holes of the white mask. The man's right foot mad contact with the ground and he hoped back. Normally, any human could have jumped an inch or two backward, but not this one, of course. The ground under him broke and rattled for half a second, and there he stood upon the hood of the large black car.

Already, the gun was in his hand. A golden desert eagle. The safety was moved back and turned off, the masked man eyed the new figure as did the gun.

He blinked, a blink that matched the expression on his face, a look of pure 'I cannot believe this fucker did that' mixed with 'does he know me?'. He watched the fat man fall, his hat hit the puddle and ripples cascade over the water's surface in rapid form. The man pleaded for the masked maniac to not kill him and Conduit felt his cyan eyes turn to slits. If a drug dealer was going to beg to live then this guy wasn't a hero like he was trying to present himself, he was a criminal and would need to be put down if he kept up his actions.

The idiot had the nerve the leap up on the car that Conduit stood beside in a show of power, breaking the ground he had stood upon. In that split second Conduit exploded into a bolt of lightning, catching the handcuffs he threw in mid air and cuffing the fat gang leader on the ground before returning to the spot he had been standing in, all before the man landed on the top of the SUV. When he reappeared a thunder clap went off and the car's horn blared as if the panic mode was active.

He watched the kid in what appeared to be slow motion to him as jolts were sent to his brain from his cells, traveling along his nerve endings and making his muscle twitches respond faster than any human. His eyes stored and processed images at super computer speeds making everything appear as if it were moving through honey. He smiled when the golden gun came out and the barrel pointed at him, right between the eyes.

He cracked his neck and forced his nerves to slow, feeling the slight drain and head ache it always caused. The golden barrel of the gun lit up from the blue lighting coming off of his suit, it was a passive light that shined unless he willed it not too from energy given off from his body. "You have exactly .0326 seconds to get that fucking gun out of my face or I'll over load you so much that they'll have your comatose body hooked up to a machine for the rest of your junky life." He said while maintaining his smirk, his words coming out with pure venom, it almost dripping out of his mouth as he looked at the man.

"You wanna be a hero? Act like one, not a hop head looking for a fix or looking to over power some guys you aren't so different from." He spoke, condemning the man's actions as his arms crossed. Even if this guy pulled the trigger from this close distance the bullet would hit the wall behind him and miss Conduit, the man already pumping more shocks form his cells into his brain, preparing for what the other planned to do.

Onyx pointed the guns toward him, and to his surprise, even his hands had began to shake at the moment.

"Electricity.. ? What are we dealing with here, Zeke."  That though continued to pump through his mind, and a single bead of hidden sweat rolled down his cheek behind the mask. His eyes were widened, but still, on the outside, he looked like the fearless warrior he always wanted to be as a child, to crack down on drugs. Slowly the gun in his right hand turned, pointing it down towards the fat man.

"Horror. Put through the many families that have been affected because of his greed, he wants power, money, respect. He deserves no life." His voice was deep, doing this speech at the lowest part of his throat. The bullet exploded out, a spark of fire exploded from the hole as the metal screeched out of the chamber. It spiraled at a fast paste, before cutting straight through the fat man's arm.

Zeke's trenchcoat waved in the air before he turned quickly, knowing he had to escape. He had no choice. Onyx leaps into the air, the heel of his foot pushed to the car, moving on top of the fat man as he moved into the shadows and away, police sirens wailing.

He watched in utter disbelief as the man pulled the guns trigger but not before changing the trajectory, the bullet spinning free of the barrel as it propelled forward, Max having to turn his head to watch it past millimeters form his nose. He could watch the projectile spin, the air rippling around it as it flew through the sky toward the fat man. The bullet enter his arm, shattering the thin bone and coming out the other side. Conduit's eyes turned to slits when he turned back to the man, already finding the mask wearing punk booking it out of the alley way as lights off of Chicago's finest lit up the walls, illuminating the wet concrete and the slick brick work.

Conduit found himself out lined in the light for a split second while cops piled out of the cars and aimed guns at him, They're just mad they didn't get to look hard he thought with a smirk before ripping into an bolt of power and jolting after the masked man, the cops would have enough there to pin those thugs even without the drugs. Illegal guns, warrants, probation violation, and so forth. His job was done in that aspect but not fully, he had one more part to handle. On the roof tops he quickly out paced the Masked man and landed in front of him, dulling his senses again to stop the throbbing head ache he was building. "Don't even try and run, I move at the speed of light pal. what you did back there was misguided." he stated, not trying to seem like he had a big ego, which he did, but wanting to sound factual. His right hand went out in a gesture of peace now that the could afford a moment's reprieve from the fighting and running. "Name's Conduit, and you would be?" He asked, introducing himself before hand.

He could feel a storm gathering, the minute sparks in the air lit up tenfold around him, visible only to his eyes and noticeable to his skin, feeling the nerves tingle while a lightning bolt lit up the sky light, the two stood out in stark contrast against the dark roof top. Conduit glowing a faint blue light, the other clothed in a slick leather like trench coat.

The red and blue lights of Chicago's lazy, doughnut-devouring policemen shined onto the wet walls that were painted with wet, though, fresh graffiti and blood stains that mixed in with the red of the giant gang sign upon the wall. Onyx moved his head to the side and his eyes widened.

He was surprised, but the mask, the mask that always seemed to stay on his face, allowed him to be as cold as the nights in Chicago, summer or winter, and as emotionless as he was as the child, a victim of poverty. The knife in his hand slid from his sleeve, and slowly he moved his head down to just stare at it with his sparkling blue eyes.

His hand grasped the shaft of the sword tight, and he slowly let it move back into the confines of his sleeve by pushing it into a sheathe with the ring and middle finger. Here he realized that it was no use. An opponent that could move at the speed of light, which would also give him strength far more superior than him. He would be torn apart faster than he could scream.

No words were exchanged for those seconds. He stood there, weary, right foot pushed out. The arm was out with the elbow puckered out. He was always ready, even though the chances of him escaping or beating this man was one to a thousand.