_Scourge_

@the_custodian@sideways@_gaige_

Bludhaven was truly a terrible place, it smelled as bad as Grim city and it was almost as boring. The sewers smelled more decent in comparison. It was no wonder some people chose to live there instead. A manhole cover located a few feet behind the super tumble was pushed aside. A head belonging to one of the men who denied his partner’s invitation flew out, landing in between the super crook and the two female capes.

Climbing up the ladder was a man who could easily be confused for a superhero due to his costume, until one was to notice the blood stains all over this gloves and the diabolical smile over his face. Then they would notice that this man was something else entirely. Not a superhero, not even a supervillain, but a super-killer.

“No.” Scourge said, perfectly mimicking the Custodian’s first words when she entered the fight.

His voice changed back to normal. “This is the part where I kill everyone…”

“Bitch!”

With a single shout, everything began falling apart. A single word and the heroes would realize that they had stepped into something utterly different. Every piece of glass in a mile radius would implode into a million pieces, stabbing anyone who was remotely close to a window or a mirror. Cars, buses, people, city lights would fly into the air and meet their demises against the pavement. The city would look like a Jackson Pollock painting afterward.

His partner wouldn’t care for the collateral damage as long as they got away. The whole point of avoiding destruction was to not get involved in these fights, but now that there was no way around it. This was going to be fun. Their first fight with some super-idiots.

@sideways:

A white shadow only revealing a chiseled, if not manic growl beneath in the cowl's window would be the first thing they noticed about him. The second thing would be his somewhat violent, sadistic facial expression. In contrast to Clyde, John's walk was violent and abrasive, like he was in a eighties horror movie and he was the serial killer. Every move that he made seemed to be fueled by anger. The cops wouldn't have enough to get a proper description.

There was no sound from the guard smacking his head against the ceiling, the chairs and windows being broken as they hit the other side of the store. The alarm had been tripped and the cops would be there in a few minutes, but no one's ears were bleeding from the headache inducing ringing that alarms made. He only wished he had gotten his powers during his earlier days in high school, John would have enjoyed shutting up the bells that marked the ending and beginning of the periods like he was doing with the entire store.

The only two voices that could be heard were theirs, and even then John had made sure that it was only them who could each other. His new partner in crime had barked a few orders "What are you even scared of?" He mocked as he silently destroyed one of the glasses covering the jewels. "When was the last time anyone saw a superhero in this town? The best thing we could do for this place is kill a few people for fun and hope that one of those super-dipshits decides to do something about it. We might end up boosting the economy and create tourists." His hand wrapped around necklaces, bracelets, and rings and he placed it into the black duffel bag he had shoplifted off a Dick's Sporting Goods.

"Maybe we should actually kill someone the more I think about it." Scourge made sure that the last part about killing one of hostages reached them to make them scared. That way they would tell their friends once they made it out alive and those friends would tell their friends, until every citizen of Mercer Island would piss themselves at the thought of them.

Suck my dick you Anti-Dark Vengeance hipster trash.

And on that note. I'm out, bitch. I got better things to do.

The fluff are you supposed to be?

Better than being an enslaved Israelite.

I apologize if I don't see the art in stitching body parts together.

You're not as disturbing as you think you are.

Your thoughts need to get a grip of themselves.

She's a strong green dinosaur woman, she can make her own decision.

No. It might get less than that.