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part 3 of DC-14 backstory (ive never written in second person before so it might not be that good)
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Part 3 of DC-14
DC-14 looks over at the small laptop in the bottom corner of his cell. The alarm is going off, the tracer he placed at the door of the prison all those months ago has registered a match with the DNA it as programmed with. It's found a match. He is here.
"Took long enough for them to find him" he mutters, as he reaches under his bed and produces a heavy calibre energy pistol. Specially smuggled in by a guard he bribed, who also smuggled in the laptop. He checks the clip. Full charge. Now he can finish what he has been planning for such a long time. That stupid physiologist did not realise his plan. And now his target will pay for it. He looks at the door and aims his pistol, flicking the power level to maximum.
"Here we go then."
The shot blows the door off its hinges like it was little more than cardboard. Several guards look up as DC-14 steps out of the empty doorway and aims his pistol, taking care to lower the power level to avoid draining his charge. The guards die quickly. He looks around, hoping no one else heard. He smiles. The idiots didn't workout that he had super powers, so he was just put into a normal cell for ordinary criminals. Escaping was child's play.
Still, he does not want to alert the whole prison, so he walks up to the wall and to a ventilation shaft. It would be undignified crawling through it, not to mention all the dust would ruin his custom made suit, but he has no other alternative. As he crawls through, he thinks. "What to do from here? Once the final target is dead, what can I do then?" his thoughts are interrupted by the fact that he realises he has to get out now, to get to his target. He opens the nearby ventilation hatch, noticing four guards down below. He smiles, and drops down.
Stepping over the partially disintegrated corpse of a guard, DC-14 strolls over to a small computer on the desk. He looks up the prisoners in this block, and notices a name that he is looking for. James Harper, aka the supplier. A millionaire businessman. suspected in dealing weapons to bank robbers and pirates along the rivers of super city. Arrested for possession of explosives. Sentenced to 7 years with parole. DC-14 smiles. He was looking forward to the upcoming conversation. He enters a code into the computer and a cell door on his left opens. He walks through.
"Evening."
Harper looks up. He is absorbed in writing documents, no doubt to run his business from behind bars.
"Who are you?"
"My, my. You don't remember me? I think you witnessed me practicing with my powers quite a while ago."
"Wait, you...you...are that experiment, DC-14!"
"Give that man a gold star! Now, shall I get to the point?
"Are you going to rescue me from here?" Harper asks. He looks hopeful. But DC-14's smile widens.
"Ever wondered how those explosives found their way into your apartment? Ever wondered about that incredible coincidence that the police should just happen to search your apartment while they were there?"
"What the....that was you?!?!?!"
"You are a hard man to find Harper. Not to mention that you always carry a security switch in case you are attacked, and you always keep on the move. But what if you were arrested, and locked in a cell, with no escape?
Harper begins to turn red with rage; he holds his pen like a knife.
"You..."
"Anyway. It's been a lovely chat, but I doubt killing many guards will be unnoticed. So..."
DC-14 never finishes his sentence as Harper jumps out of his chair, the pointed part of his pen aiming for DC-14's neck, but DC-14 grabs his arm and wrenches it back, snapping it. As Harper cries out, DC-14 concentrates his powers and sends several million volts of electricity running through harpers body, his charred remains fall to the floor.
With Harper dead, DC-14 looks around, he can hear noises, the guards have found the corpses. He only has seconds left before he is captured.
"Well. This is going to be interesting."
And as if it is the most normal thing in the world, DC-14 flicks his pistol up to maximum and shoots himself in the head. When the guards get in, no one remains in the room but some charred remains and a handful of dust on the floor.
Then, miles away, deep in an unknown place to all but one person. A small red orb begins to pulse. Then it begins to excrete a purple liquid of which rises and solidifies into a person. A person who appeared to kill himself in the prison.
"That was fun." says DC-14, with a triumphant expression on his face.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ what do you think?
im still deciding on the origins of the orb, any ideas?
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