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Light of The Rebellion

Matias frowned, his eyes deepening tiredly.

"I wasn't joking."

He too rolled his eyes, the lack of pain building upon his arrogance.

"The boss is on that anyway, so whatever. She's taking forever though..."

The bug tilted its head.

"I HOLD NO ILL TOWARDS YOUR HUMAN. I DESPISE ALL HUMANS ABOUT THE SAME. HOWEVER..."

Its helmet came alive, its lenses flickering. After a few moments, the bug lifted a hand. In an instant, what looked like surveillance footage was projected from its lenses for Midnight's enjoyment. The footage was surprisingly high quality. It seemed to have been taken from a rooftop, capturing what looked like a group of angry people, mostly mystics, taking the streets to fend off against the police. A crosshair appeared, focusing on a figure in the crowd that appeared to be fleeing with a few others. The camera followed, making seemingly impossible jumps across buildings.

"HIS INTEREST IN THE MYSTIC STRUGGLE WAS INTRIGUING TO ME. I WISHED TO CHALLENGE HIM, SEE IF HE WOULD COMMIT MORE."

The bug huffed, letting out smoke.

"UNFORTUNATELY, ALL I SEEMED TO DO WAS GIVE THE AUTHORITIES EVIDENCE THAT I EXIST. WITH DANTE ON YOUR SIDE, I SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THIS. NO MATTER. I CAN MAKE THEM LOSE THAT EVIDENCE QUITE EASILY. I'M JUST TOO EXHAUSTED TO DO IT TONIGHT."

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Matias sighed softly as he rolled onto his good side. The one con of this was that now he could feel air going straight through that hole. Not exactly comfortable.

'Got one for killing huge bugs?"

Speaking of, the bug flicked its left antenna at Midnight's words.

"LADY MIDNIGHT, I ONLY ATTACK WHO I MUST. BUT THAT WILL BE NOTED."

Both antennae danced around as it tilted its head.

"THE COORDINATES. I THOUGHT THAT WAS FAIRLY OBVIOUS, BUT IT SEEMS I OVERESTIMATED THE HUMAN'S CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS. IN ANY CASE, NOW THAT WE HAVE OUR TRUCE, I MAY SHOW YOU MORE LOCATIONS OF INTEREST. I REQUEST THAT I BE SET FREE, HOWEVER."

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The application of this liquid was like someone driving a bunch of needles into the area, and it made Matias hiss in anguish. However, just as quickly as it stung, it dissipated the overall pain in that area until it was reduced to virtually nothing. He was still breathing heavily, but now Matias felt like he could cook up coherent thoughts again.

"I... What is that...?"

He looked over, the radioactive green drawing his eye. He then fell back with a sigh.

"God, you guys are weird..."

The bug once again fell silent. A cloud of smoke formed around its mask's mouthpiece as it pondered. A hand rose but sat there for a short while, dwelling on its words. Then both hands moved.

"I HAVE NO INTEREST IN THE PEOPLE. MY INTEREST IS FINDING MY COMRADE, WHO DISAPPEARED ON THE 23RD OF SEPTEMBER, TWO YEARS AGO, AND WENT UNREPORTED. WHILE I HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE THE OTHER MYSTIC DISAPPEARANCES ARE CONNECTED TO THIS, I HAVE NO INTEREST IN PURSUING THEM."

It paused.

"BUT I KNOW WHERE MANY OF THEM ARE. PROVIDED YOU CAN HELP ME WITH WHAT I NEED, I CAN HELP YOU WITH WHAT YOU NEED. I DO NOT WORK FOR FREE."

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Matias let out a strained growl as the pressure of the bed pressed against his wound. His chest grew by five sizes and then deflated, back and forth, every time he took a breath.

"Just take off my damn jacket," he puffed, "you'll be able t... RGH.. see it... God, DAMMIT!!"

He suddenly twisted as he went to cup his own wound, a sudden rush of pain nearly driving him to tears.

The bug seemed unwilling to answer at first. It simply stared, occasionally stirring its antennae. But then its hands rose.

"I HAVE HAD RUN-INS WITH AUTHORITIES FOR YEARS," it said, "BECAUSE I KNOW AND HAVE WHAT THEY DO NOT WANT ME TO. I BELIEVE SOME OF WHAT I HAVE GATHERED MAY BE OF INTEREST TO YOU AND YOUR TEAM, BUT, QUITE FRANKLY, YOU WANT ME DEAD, LADY MIDNIGHT."

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Iris's response forced Matias's eyes open and twisted them into a look of unmistakable rage and borderline hatred. He scoffed, spit escaping his mouth as he did so.

"What the hell do you mean why?!" he roared, "Sorry that I can't just tell that idiot to leave me alone! Argh, god...!"

Meanwhile, the bug felt some of the pain leave its body as its arms were freed. It took a moment to stretch out the kinks before deciding to speak.

"I WILL REITERATE THAT I WAS NOT INTENDING TO CONFRONT YOU," it signed, "NOR HAD I KNOWLEDGE THAT THIS WAS YOUR HOME. THE OFFICERS BEHIND ME WERE ATTEMPTING TO HUNT ME. I MERELY DEFENDED MYSELF."

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Light of The Rebellion

Matias let out a yelp as gravity pulled his hurt arm down, feeding the fire. He couldn't even open his eyes from the sheer amount of pain he was in.

"Just take me to her already!" he cried behind grit teeth, "God! It fucking burns!"

The bug seemed to be handling its own pain just fine; what it struggled with, however, was freeing its arms from the shadowy binds. Attempting to squirm only seemed to make them tighter. The huff that followed could have been easily mistaken for a growl. As a makeshift, it struggled to move its right hand under the binds, enough that whatever technology it was using to speak had something to work with.

"A-S-L," the bug's helmet droned, "I A-M M-U-T-E. A-S-L."

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Midnight's hand movement signalled the bug to anticipate, but even that didn't save it as it was crushed under the shadow's binds, squeezing out its breath. It could feel its shoulder guards biting into its flesh, and its ribs were a hair away from fracturing. Despite the serious pain it was in right now, however, it managed to lower its head when Midnight approached, glaring deeply into her eyes without its own even emoting at all.

Matias was no better. The pain had caused him to fall to the ground and grasp at the burning, bleeding wound. There was a hole on the other side of him that burned equally strong, but there was little he could do as that fire raged on– except yell out curse after Spanish curse as he rolled back and forth on the ground to try and distract himself.

"I'm fine...! Ohh, god! I'm, rrrggghh!"