Bon n'ou Mal

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Galen, using his disappearing ability, had reappeared behind a screaming woman and slashed her throat with his knife. As her cries stopped, Galen, well he was actually Nightcrawler at the moment, smiled in victory. The screaming crowd was trying to run away, but when he raised his palm and then turned it into a fist, many who have surrounded him fell on the ground, now dead. Stealing people's energy and making it his own was perhaps his favorite move.


And seeing all this chaos was like seeing a beautiful painting made by Picasso. It was simply fascinating to him how he could use his powers to do all of this. And bonus: he could do that while also living a "normal" life. The dark mask and the muscle defining suit had made it possible. Usually, as Galen, he'd wear baggy clothes. Who needed to know Galen could fight? But that didn't matter at the moment. He just hoped this chaos was enough to bring himself one of those "heroes". That's when the fun could begin.

 

[WantYourSoul]

Vapasi squinted hard, squeezing the handles on her bike as she peddles harder. Sandman wouldn't allow her a motorbike or car or anything with a motor. The problem here is obvious."Voodoo doesn't disobey since she was resurrected, but does The Sandman allow her gifts? Oh no no no," she mutters to herself and then she hears the screaming.


Those screams were life or death screams. Vapasi was very familiar with those. Pulling her hands off the handles, she tightens her ponytails and stitches.


"If this baddie is looking for trouble, Voodoo is coming to bring it," she tells herself and turns onto the affected street with a screech of bicycle brakes.


Voodoo was odd, but could pull off normalcy in a turtleneck and leggings. Her frame was bony as sin yet weighed as if she were filled with sand. Which she was. She didn't have a weapon on hand or nearby save for her bike chain. However, deciding that the carnage was enough to ruin her bike, Voodoo leaps from her bike and rips the heavy duty chain off.