In a dark room, where only machinery lived, something stirred. A toolbar began moving toward someone with little robotic legs built onto it. Varvatos grabbed the pilers and moved toward his special project. In the most recent turn of events, no one had noticed him slip away during Ring’s murder. Hours passed. Maybe more? They would regret not knowing. Varvatos grabbed the tiny little power core that glowed a brilliant cyan blue. He carefully began to walk toward something that was stuck in the room, what appeared to look like a…suit? It mattered not, as Varvatos thought to himself. For Glorious Death would follow in Varvatos’ wake once he finished his build. All he needed to do, was put the power core inside and- *Click* *Power Core: Accepted. Subroutine booting up.* Success. Now, time for some payback. Time to begin to introduce the real him to everyone. _______________________________ The group consisting of Timns, Tilman, Six, and now Dr. Titan, moved toward the office section of the building. “Why are we going this way? All there is over there is a bunch of cubicles and desks!” Tilman complained as his sword tapped the ground.” “It’s the way that shadow figure was running to, and the emergency stairs toward the bottom of the prison. If Nighthawk is the killer, we’ll find out there.” Six replied without breaking pace. “Hold up.” Timns suddenly said. The trio ahead of them stopped as he pulled out a small pistol, looking at a poster of Tiger, one of the fallen. “Timns we don’t exactly have time for-“ Six began. Timns promptly began shooting the poster of Tiger repeatedly, with little regard to where he shot the poster. Bullets began to tear through the poster, leaving very little of the poster left when he reloaded. He then wasted another magazine of ammo on the poster until it fell to the ground. He looked back at the three of them, completely innocently-faced and replied, “Why would Tiger do this?” “Really Timns?” Titan replied. “He stole my helmet and put tentacles on it! Not to mention someone could’ve been watching us through the eyeholes.” Tims protested. Six sighed. “Well if you’re done blowing a load-“ “Seriously? “-We really need to get the prison and tell Liam that the killer-“ “Isn’t me.” The four of them turned around to see Giantslayer, Traffic Cone, Liam, and…Nighthawk?! “He’s…he’s free!!” Tilman cowered. Titan grabbed his bloodied brass knuckles, “OHOHO! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME PAY FOR BEATING-“ “Titan, lower your voice before I seal your mouth shut,” Nighthawk replied as he flashed his signature feather knives. “I’m assuming the elevator crashed because of you four?” “Actually, the killer did that so Titan would beat the crap out of Charles.” Six shot back. Six looked back down at his feet. “May he rest his cheerful little soul. His face looked like Tilman's grandmothers strawberry pie slop after Titan-“ His description was met with disgust and throwing up sounds from the rest. Liam put a hand up as if to try and stop the mental images. Traffic cone threw up in his mouth. Giant spoke, “I can’t physically throw up in my mouth, and dear god I wish I could! Curse my metal body!” Nighthawk tapped him with his axe. “First, that’s sad, everyone is so sad. Boohoo. Second, here’s your ax back.” Giant grabbed his axe without hesitation. “I just got it buffed, so you better not have-“ “Whatever,” Nighthawk responded. He turned back toward the original four. “Liam and I have made a deal. If I assist him in bringing this killer to justice, I get all my charges cleared and become his executor.” All four of them stared until they all exclaimed, “WHAT?!” Liam stepped in. “An executor as in a bodyguard of sorts. To help execute my vision…but sometimes to execute people- still we need him!” “Don’t you forget payment.” Nighthawk dryly interjected. “Right, 200,000 per year. I forgot.” Liam scratched his head. “Hold up, you get paid that much!? I only make 20,000 a year and I’m his personal bodyguard!” Cone complained. “You’ll get a raise if both of us survive this.” “Mother fu-“ Giant stepped in. “Yeah, we saw some kind of shadowy figure run this way a tad while ago. We began following him, only to hear your gunshots. We thought you got him!” “What? No! We came this way chasing him!” Titan replied. Cone looked confused. “Then where the hell did he go?” A warped robotics voice called out from above. “[I]Why don’t you look up, construction fool?[/I]” Immediately they all pointed their weapons above them, to see a man like figure clad in black armor, with small green digital lights glowing on his body. His face looked like that of an ancient bull, designed for fear. But the eyes…the eyes glowed bright dangerous green and yellow. Four horns protruded from behind the mask as if it was a helmet, which it was. It…It was the killer! “[I]While I don’t like that you freed the bird, I can work with this. Tonight, it will be a killer one![/I]