Kain perched on top of the rooftop like a hawk watching its prey. The streets of New York were right below him, rushing with the sound of people moving and working round like pitiless ants. He would love to squash these ants one by one with his powerful boot but in this ‘city that never sleeps’ there is only one ant he wants six feet through the dirt: Dr Mikhail Petrov. His past will catch up to him and it will be his undoing and suffering. This man has evaded the system for too long. Soon, Kain will drag him out of his mole-hole for the world to see. Agony and misery could not describe what Petrov has coming.
Only one woman in this god-forsaken town seems to know how to found them. It would be pleasurable to interrogate every human in this city one by one till he found a syndicate member but not even Kain has the patience for something so sweet. This Scorn woman was able to find one of the grunts which means that she can find another one and that grunt will collapse under Kain’s torture and reveal the location of another higher-up grunt. It will start a long and treacherous chain of command that Kain will climb but he will tear the syndicate piece by piece until some piss-scared human decides to give up the location of Petrov. However, Scorn is not an easy person to find, considering she is on the most wanted list in every police precinct in New York City but, if she is recruiting, then she’ll need the help of some powerful conduits and if she likes what she sees, she’ll find you like a watchful predator.
Kain has been hiding in the dark for too long, he needs to flex his conduit muscle. He looks around the city from his birds nest on top of the skyscraper. There will be something public that can be crashed. There always is. He knows that he is a god amongst insects and he needs to show it. If he keeps sticking to the shadows, lurking like some sort of hunter then he’ll never get noticed. He wants to work as a lone wolf but sometimes even killers need friends. He dissipates into the water pumps of the skyscraper and made his way into the alley at the base of the building. In the alleyway there was a flyer showing that an anti-conduit protest was happening not far from his position. Not everyone has accepted conduits as part of the community and many have been urging the government to send them back to a facility similar to Curdun Cay. These idiots didn’t know the horrors of Curdun Cay. They would send us back into the murderous hands of those monsters as they poke and prod us like fucking lab rats. Looks like Kain found his target. An attack on an anti-conduit protest ought to attract the attention of the destruction-loving Scorn.
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A man in a suit stood on a podium and spoke outright to the crowd in front of him. Most of the crowd had propaganda that shows their discrimination of the conduits but some had nothing at all and just went to see what the noise was all about. The man addressed the crowd as they hunger for his words.
“People! You gather around here today because you too are also aware of the scum that hangs around this great city.” He then bangs his fist on the podium with a melodramatic effect. “Conduits”. The crowd jeers ferociously at the sound of that word.
“These so-called “people” are a menace and danger to our society. Combined, they have the power to destroy or rule this world. There is not a single resource on this planet, both natural and man made, that they can’t control. Except one…our dignities!” The crowd just kept applauding him and chanting onto his every word. The crowds years ago used to be in the thousands but some have expressed tolerance towards the conduits since Curdun Cay and the number of opposers in the crowds has dwindled down to a measly hundred or so but that is still a lot of hate towards the other race.
Kain just stood in the crowd like a shadow with his black hoodie up. He was standing there, listening to every word this glorified attention seeker was spouting. He was just another wannabe Bertrand or Augustine, except without the powers. The only reason this speaker is orating this foul speech his because he is simply scared. Most unjustifiable hatred in this world comes down to fear. He was just a scared little boy trying to prove that the big boys are simply big bullies. In a small way, he’s quite right.
As he watched the speaker spew crap, he started walking slowly through the crowd; shoving past excitably enraged ant-conduit activists. The distance between himself and the podium is getting closer and raises hands horizontally from him and starts to show his ‘magic’. As soon as the first sight of a yellow-green gas showed from his hand, the crowd around him screamed and parted away from him immediately, like the red sea. The gas come right from the concrete ground as pipes started to burst right beneath, almost every step he takes represents destruction. The chlorine gas came from the purified waters in the pipes below. The speaker stops talking and the crowd just freezes in utter terror.
“You act like you aren’t afraid of us but we know you’re just a scared little kid and a poser.” As he was speaking, several policemen blocked the way to the podium in front of him, aiming their pistols at him.
“Freeze! Get down on the ground or we will shoot!” Shouted the police officer. This comment made Kain burst into laughter at the fucking irony. “I have not done anything wrong and yet here is the NYPD pointing their weapons at me. I haven’t hurt anyone and I haven’t broken a law so far. It truly shows who you really protect.” He waves his hand at the terrified humans around him. “If anything, I was doing a surprise magic show.” He then continued to swerve the Chlorine gas in his hands as he absorbs it into his body.
“Enough!” Shouted the police officer. “If you leave now, we can forget this”. This proposition gave him a small smile on his face. “Oh, I don’t think anyone will be forgetting this.” He then gently throws a small chlorine gas grenade down towards the feet of the police officers and before they could even react to it, they start dropping like flies onto the ground, wheezing and screaming in agonizing pain as the chlorine gas fills up their lungs and slowly chokes them in one of the most horrifying experiences they will ever have. Their eyes water and irritate, their skin starts to turn burn with disgusting marks and their screams start to die out as they succumb to the inevitability of death. The crowd started screaming and running away, some calling for help and some taking pictures of the incident. Kain just strolls through the gas with ease, walking past the disfigured bodies of the police officers.
The speaker looks in horror as his protection falls at the hands of Kain. He tries to run away but Kain fires Hydrochloric acid shots at his knees, crippling him and making him immobile. As he walks out from the Chlorine gas like a phantom, he dissipates forward onto the stage, right at the feet of the boisterous orator. The man he saw ten minutes ago was a completely different person compared to what he sees now. His talk of dignity and braveness was all bull shit. Men show their true selves when they at their lowest and the true being of him was just another scared human. It’s almost hilarious. He now believes it’s time to make a show out of him. He lifts him up from the ground, his fear making him weak to do any form of struggling. The scared people in the distance record with their video cameras and phones at Kain. He puts his hand in the air and starts almost soaking his hand with hydrochloric acid that was being produced from his hand. He then whispers into the poor man’s ear. “Suffer, as we have suffered.”
He then violently proceeds to stick his hand into the speakers back, digging through it like a gold man, hearing his agonizing screams as the crowd watch in disgust and horror at what they are sighting. Kain then retracts his hand and pulls out the heart. He drops the speaker and watches him limply fall onto the ground with a giant hole in his back. Kain was being recorded with a heart in his right hand. He then continues to melt it in his hands; the arteries and the vesicles just fade away into nothingness. Just a small, red and acidic liquid right in the palm of his hand. The crowds just couldn’t believe their eyes. A man just had his heart ripped out from him and it was melted right in front of their eyes.
Kain looked around. The small crowd of a hundred turned into many as bystanders stand there, witness to his actions. Unfortunately, SWAT showed up and this was Kain’s cue to go but he had to leave a parting gift for the people who decided to watch. He threw Chlorine gas grenades onto the mass of crowds but he’s only using 500 (parts per million breathed air containing Chlorine gas) on the crowd. This is high exposure and some may live and some may die. The ones he used on the police officers was 2000 which meant instant death. As he watches the crowd choke around him, he makes his move to dissipate from the area, moving through the pipes of the Chlorine purification system. His work here was done.
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Kain stood on top of a building from a very, very far distance from the scene of his actions. He watches as ambulances and medical-experienced people try to help the ones affected by the Chlorine gas. He knew that the ones who survive are strong and the ones who die were weak. This was enough to get the attention of Scorn. Kain knows that she’ll like what she’ll see and then she’ll come to him and he’ll find his lead on Petrov. She’ll find him a lead on Syndicate one way or another. His vengeance still burns as hot as his brutality and rage and it is not an easy flame to put out. Ellie will be avenged.