Mako had been partying again, the rave he was dancing at was filled with people, drugs and lots of alcohol. Mako loved it. Especially when the mosh pit started. Whoever this "Machine gun Kelly" was people seemed to get rather excited when he started rapping and Mako was already so far under the influence, jumping around knocking humans out and screaming he didn't notice the man watching him from the edge of the crowd. Pretty soon however he felt his stare and despite the crowd and music he found the source of the "somebody's watching me" feeling. The man walked outside the moment he and Mako locked eyes and with his interest peaked the young Atlantean wasn't far behind. When he did get outside the man was standing in an Alleyway across the street and with caution Mako approached, if the human attacked he would shred him into a pile of Gore but when he approached suddenly a horrible ringing sound brought him to his knees, he could barely move. The human walked closer and simply told him that "The Presence" knew exactly who he was and if he didn't go to the adress listed then the Atlantean authorities would be alerted to his living on the surface. This could not happen. If they found him alive they would imprison his parents not to mention executing Mako. After the human had giving him the full message, the ringing became so violent that Mako dropped on his back and the man disappeared into the night.
As soon as he could move again pieces of alleyway went flying as the young boy let off a little steam. He knew that he had to go weather he liked it or not, but that didn't change the fact that whoever this was knew about his sonar and knew how to use it against him, that was an issue. He would just have to kill them when he got the chance.
Making his way there he knew they must have waited to tell him about the meeting place till the day of, in fear he would hit the ocean and be gone if they had told him any earlier. As he walked he didn't even notice his eyes had gone black as his anger twisted and writhed within him, despite this however he was rather curious to what lay in wait for him and why they wanted him. As the meeting place came into view he caught a glimpse of someone entering the building and followed close behind, entering right behind a large group of humans one he noted was naked but that mattered little, these humans weren't who he was looking for, Mako calculated that they had to be being extorted as well. "Well if this isn't the weirdest assortment of humans I've ever seen..." He spoke with a voice that anyone with a bit of instinct would know is the voice of a predator. Whoever took the moment to look at him would see Mako standing there with his Atlantean pants on without a shirt, around his neck was a large necklace of glowsticks and on his head was a fuzzy green "pimp hat". In his hand was a small black metal cylinder and Mako's eyes were black and darting about from person to person as if deciding what to have for lunch.
As soon as he could move again pieces of alleyway went flying as the young boy let off a little steam. He knew that he had to go weather he liked it or not, but that didn't change the fact that whoever this was knew about his sonar and knew how to use it against him, that was an issue. He would just have to kill them when he got the chance.
Making his way there he knew they must have waited to tell him about the meeting place till the day of, in fear he would hit the ocean and be gone if they had told him any earlier. As he walked he didn't even notice his eyes had gone black as his anger twisted and writhed within him, despite this however he was rather curious to what lay in wait for him and why they wanted him. As the meeting place came into view he caught a glimpse of someone entering the building and followed close behind, entering right behind a large group of humans one he noted was naked but that mattered little, these humans weren't who he was looking for, Mako calculated that they had to be being extorted as well. "Well if this isn't the weirdest assortment of humans I've ever seen..." He spoke with a voice that anyone with a bit of instinct would know is the voice of a predator. Whoever took the moment to look at him would see Mako standing there with his Atlantean pants on without a shirt, around his neck was a large necklace of glowsticks and on his head was a fuzzy green "pimp hat". In his hand was a small black metal cylinder and Mako's eyes were black and darting about from person to person as if deciding what to have for lunch.