14: Regrets Were Made

Regrets Were Made

~Dante's POV~

The guard was curled up on the floor, clutching his knees in pain. I began to walk away, assuming that he was down for the count.

That was when a weird noise from behind me caught my attention. Turning around, the guard's physical appearance started to change right in front of my eyes. The bones inside of his body audibly shifted and became denser, brown fur somehow rapidly growing everywhere as well. Not to mention, there were claws and fangs appearing out of nowhere.

He was a goddamn werewolf. Either this was his natural superpower, or he was given a crazy fucking drug to get this result.

Eyes glowing a bloodthirsty yellow, the werewolf's claws extended as he tried to take a swipe at me. Crouching under the predictable attack, I pressed one of my guns to the man's stomach, pressing down on the trigger and blowing a hole out the other side.

However, all he did was growl in anger before grabbing the back of my suit to throw me through a DJ booth.

"That wasn't very nice, Mr. Wolf. Are you gonna blow my house down next?" I grunted, rising back up to fight. He rushed at me and at a surprisingly high speed, attempting to claw my face off.

I emptied both clips into the werewolf, which only served to slow him down, and the bullet holes sealed back up in a matter of seconds. Dropping the pistols onto the floor, I flipped over his head when he got close, kicking him in the back in mid-air hard enough to send him flying.

"I'm going to rip you to shreds!" He said, quickly getting back up.

Oh, great. The furry can talk now too.

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~Lena's POV~

"I can't believe I allowed you to distribute that damned drug within my own nightclub! You know that's why they're here, Isamaki! This is the organization thats been taking down people like us for years, even before the outbreak of superpowers!" I ranted angrily, all of which was directed towards the man in front of me.

Isamaki put out his cigarette, appearing as if he was actually ashamed of himself. I knew that wasn't true, though. The man turned away from me, beginning to walk out of the room. "Fine then. I'll go make up for it!" He sung, the door closing behind him as he left.

I rolled my eyes, aware that anything he does would probably just make it worse. Breathing out a sigh, mentally exhausted, I was already regretting the decision to join this crazy group. The only reason I did in the first place was because I got offered an insane amount of money by bestfriend.

Tamaya paid me all of that money because their family was actually rich as fuck and she wanted to have another girl in the unstable group. Plus, it was good that they got along really well anyways so a little bit of money to convince me most likely felt like a piece of cake to her.

However, Tamaya wasn't much of a fan of the group either.

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~Zowick's POV~

After watching their interaction, I began to leave as well. I figured my best chance would be to find some kind of abandoned building and turn it into a safehouse.

"I'll see you all later."

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~Isamaki's POV~

I jumped over the railing on the third floor, a deep scowl on my face. The landing gained the attention of both fighters, their heads turning in his direction.

The attention felt nice to my ego.

The man who had previously shot Lena's guard appeared to be winning by a landslide while the latter was bleeding and panting heavily, his healing factor not nearly as fast anymore due to the physical exhaustion setting in.

It couldn't have been because of his stamina so that meant the assailant packed one hell of a punch, beating down a werewolf to the point that their healing factor couldn't repair the damage fast enough. That was... impressive.

However, I wasn't intending on a fair fight as my eyes began to glow a bright yellow color. "You people are here because of Warp, right?!"

"Correct. Who are you?" The man stated, tilting his head to the side.

"Well, you're looking at the person behind it all!"

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~Dante's POV~

I didn't have enough time to dodge the oncoming optic blast after just beating the guard into the ground. The power behind the concussive beam was so great that it actually disintegrated through the midsection of my suit, now trying to burn it's way through my abs.

"What the- URGH!" My body slammed into a wall before the white haired man began to walk towards me, all the while still shooting a beam of energy from out of his eyes with an evil grin on his face.

It felt like my stomach was being set on fire due to the heat, at least until Jada snuck up behind him and hit his head with a nasty roundhouse kick that sent the man falling down the stairs and onto the first floor of the nightclub.

Jada grabbed my arm and helped me out of the wall, patting the dust off of my shoulders, a happy little smile on her face. "It seemed like you needed some help."

That made me crack a smile, rolling my eyes. "I had it under control. That guy was going to get his ass kicked as soon as I found a way to disable the beam."

"Sure..." She giggled, turning to look at him slowly standing back up.

If only she knew.

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~Isamaki's POV~

Okay, now I was angry.

"That... bitch!" I snarled, my eyes glowing even brighter before I whirled around and a burst of energy shot out.

"Woah!" The man exclaimed in surprise, grabbing the woman and ducking out of the way. I didn't plan on stopping there, instead coming up with an idea on the spot.

I ran under the second floor so that they couldn't see me.

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~Dante's POV~

Letting go of Jada after pulling her out of harms way, she seemed reluctant about it, but probably not for the reason that I was thinking. I swear this woman was a pervert.

We looked down towards the first floor once again only to not find the man anywhere in sight, which caused us to become wary of our surroundings.

As soon as we took a single step, a large beam of energy broke through the floor we were standing on and nearly hit us both. That's when I realized what he was trying to do and Jada seemed to share the same thought process as me.

This tactic had a couple flaws though. For one, the man wasn't able to see us just like we couldn't see him. Second, there was a bunch of debris around us, which meant that we could use sounds to give him a false idea of our actual location.

Luckily, Jada was right next to me so I was able to whisper the plan into her ear without him hearing about it. That's when another idea popped into my brain. If I got him to shoot in specific areas, I could make this entire platform drop onto his body. Hopefully, it wouldn't kill him.

We do need to bring him in, after all.

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Outside of the building, police cars arrived on the scene and formed a perimeter around the block so that nobody could escape without being seen. The poor officers of the law had no idea what they were up against.

In the sky, there was a helicopter as well.

However, a news van was also nearby recording live footage of the situation as it played out in front of everybody at home.

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~Lena's POV~

Inside of the VIP lounge, the remaining members who stayed behind were watching the fight happen down below. "Your brother is one of a kind, Tamaya." I said, a very clear tone of sarcasm within my voice. I obviously didn't mean it in a good way.

Tamaya didn't seem to mind. In fact, she appeared to agree with my opinion. "Yes, he certainly didn't inherit the brains of our family. Mother likes to call him a 'ticking time bomb'."0

I smiled, turning towards the woman next to me. "She's right. I mean, look at the current situation we're in now."

After that, there was a moment of silence before the both of us jumped out of our chairs because of a new and unfamiliar voice entering the room.

"Hi, my name is Trey and I have a basketball game tomorrow." Darren muttered to himself, chuckling at the meme he saw on his phone earlier today.

"How did you get in here?" Tamaya asked in confusion, shocked that she didn't hear him come in.

Cyrus, who had calmly turned towards their new visitor, spoke in an interested tone of voice. "Shadow teleportation... fascinating! Do you have the Outlander's Mark as well?" He asked, lifting his left hand to reveal a mark that glowed blue.

The stranger seemed confused at that, tilting his head. "No, I don't. What the hell is that?"

"A special brand given to those of the Outlander's choosing, which will give the user access to an array of supernatural abilities."

Darren stowed that information into the back of his mind. "Right... No thanks."

Cyrus frowned, slowly lowering his hand back down. We could feel a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a dark and almost suffocating aura of energy filling the room.

"Ah, I see. Your power is nothing but a cheap imitation of the real thing."

Tamaya and I stepped back, watching as the two men stared at one another.

"You're seeming real sensitive when it comes to this 'Outlander' guy... are you perhaps in a relationship? I mean, I'm not judging-"

Cyrus grabbed him by the throat before he could finish his sentence and opened some kind of rift in the air before walking through it. Once they were both completely inside, the rift closed and left the two women to stare at the spot they just were in befuddlement.

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