[center][i]Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
If that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's gonna "- [b]SNAP[/b]-"Break its neck."[/i][/center]

The woman stopped singing, taking her clawed hands off of the man's head that was tied to the chair. They had kidnapped him late last night on a hunch he could help find the location of other Syndicate members. Unfortunately the guy wouldn't talk and she got fed up playing with him and had figured to end his life, after all they could always find another Syndicate member to squeeze information off of.
"Take care of the body," she said to one of the members in her group. Before she had gone to New York she had gathered what little remains there was of the group once called The Reapers. Only five members had survived over the years, from the events of Empire City and New Marais. Two she had met in Curdon Cay, both the last of the white suited conduits in the group, the other three merely were pawns, old gang members that had worshiped Sasha, the former Reaper leader. They followed the new leader around like a queen as if she was a reincarnation of Sasha herself. She rather enjoyed it despite them being what she called norms. People with no conduit genes. She had no love for norms but the three that worked for her were quite nice. Though she preferred the company of the two Reaper conduits both sporting old white suites from the former gang. She herself wore the outfit that the Reapers had worn, and painted her face of that as a skull. Now the Reapers were her command and she was going to reform them to be even stronger, first though she had to eliminate the biggest threat to her plans the Syndicate. Other conduits might try to stop her but they did not matter for the time.

Her hideout was in an old abandoned building on the less savory side of New York City, highly unlikely to find someone that would bother them there besides the other unsavory people that lived there."Perhaps I should go visit the city and do some observations," she said thinking aloud, maybe if she got lucky she would find a few of her old Curdon Cay friends and have them join her or at least have a lovely conversation. She might of been a physcopath, that loved killing but it didn't mean she didn't enjoy to socialize.
"Hold the fort down you two. You know the drill," she told her two white coated members who gave a nod, unable to see their faces under the dark shadows of the coats. She smiled and ran at a wall, shadows covering it. One moment she was running at the wall the next she was on the roof tops jumping and disappearing through shadows in the morning sun. Soon the world would realize a new age was upon them. Norms were the past, conduits were the future. Things would change soon and Chloe plans were slowly falling into place. The big apple was only the start of her plans. 
Her name was Chloe Allaire but she hated being called that, it only reminded her of her abusive past, the past that drove her to become the monster that she loved she was. Once she might of been a shy timid girl but now she was only hate and destruction. She went by a different name, she preferred being called Scorn, something sinister and something that personified what and who she was.