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·Blood, Lightning and Fear
[Warehouse ]
Translucent groaned, his body flickering in and out of sight as he pushed himself off the wreckage of a metal shelf. He was still disoriented from the throw, but he wasn't out yet.
Butcher wiped a bit of blood from his lip, glancing at me. "Didn't expect ya to handle 'im that well."
I rolled my shoulders. "He's not as tough as he thinks."
Translucent clenched his fists. "You think this is over?" He took a step forward, his form rippling as he turned completely invisible.
I sighed. "Here we go again."
Before I could make a move, Butcher's phone buzzed. He frowned, pulling it out and answering.
"What?" he snapped.
The voice on the other end was frantic. Panicked.
"Butcher?! Fuck—fuck—he found it!"
It was Hughie.
Butcher's expression darkened. "Slow down, lad. Who found what?"
"The bug! The Deep—he found the bug under the table! He—he was gonna kill me, man! I barely got out of there!" Hughie's breathing was ragged, like he'd been running. "I—I don't know where to go! Where are you?!"
Butcher exhaled sharply, glancing at me. "Shit."
I stayed silent. This was a problem.
But Hughie did have a protagonist aura in the entire season. So he would probably be safe.
"Alright, listen to me," Butcher said. "You remember the location I told ya to go to if things went tits-up?"
Hughie hesitated. "Y-Yeah."
"Good. Get there. Now."
Hughie didn't argue. The call cut off.
Butcher stuffed his phone back into his pocket, shaking his head. "Bloody hell. Didn't think the fish-fucker had the brains to find it that quick."
I smirked. "You underestimated him?"
"I underestimated Vought," Butcher corrected. "They're always watching."
Across the room, Translucent had gone completely silent. No footsteps, no movement. He was waiting—either for an opening or for backup.
Didn't matter.
I focused, listening. Feeling. I could sense the subtle shifts in the air, the faintest disturbances where he moved.
He was right—there.
I spun and punched the air.
CRACK!
There was a sharp grunt of pain as Translucent flew back, smashing into the ground, his camouflage flickering. His nose was bleeding.
"Son of a bitch," he spat.
I grinned. "Didn't think I could see you?"
Butcher chuckled. "Guess you're not as invisible as ya thought, mate."
But before we could do anything else—
The warehouse door burst open.
Hughie stumbled inside, out of breath, sweat dripping down his face. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
He froze when he saw Translucent lying on the ground, semi-visible, blood dripping from his nose.
"W-What the hell?" Hughie stammered.
Butcher clapped him on the back. "Welcome to the deep end, lad."
Hughie stood frozen in the doorway, his chest rising and falling with panicked breaths. His eyes darted between me, Butcher, and the barely conscious Translucent on the floor.
"What the hell is going on?" he stammered.
Butcher smirked, lighting a cigarette. "That's what happens when a supe gets cocky, mate."
I stayed silent, but inside, something shifted.
A surge ran through me—the system activating.
[One gold coin received!
Initiating Auto Spin...]
I could sense the wheel spinning and then.....
[New Power Acquired: Heightened Senses (Daredevil)]
Instantly, my world changed.
The air became alive with vibrations. I could hear Hughie's heart hammering, the distant hum of city traffic outside, even the faintest movements of Translucent's muscles as he prepared to strike.
I could feel everything.
And I knew exactly what was about to happen.
Translucent wasn't down for good. He was waiting. Tensing. Planning a last-ditch attack.
I exhaled.
"Move."
Before Hughie could react, I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him aside.
A split second later—
BANG!
A metal pipe swung through the air—right where Hughie had been standing.
Translucent was up. Invisible again.
But now, that didn't matter.
I could hear his breath. Feel his footsteps vibrating against the floor. Every movement sent a ripple through the air, a map forming in my mind.
I smirked. "Bad move."
I grabbed the pipe before it could hit me and snapped it in half with one hand.
A sharp gasp. Translucent backed up, shocked.
"W-Wait—"
I didn't.
I dashed towards him, my fists covered in lightning, I punched him square in his jaws.
He flew and got smashed on the wall, like some bug.
He slowly stood up, clutching his chest and grimacing in pain.
I lunged forward, grabbing him by the throat.
Even invisible, I could feel his pulse pounding beneath my grip. His breathing turned ragged, panicked.
I tightened my fingers.
"St-Stop," he choked out. "You—you don't have to—"
I lifted him off the ground, his feet kicking helplessly in the air. His body flickered, his camouflage struggling to stay active under the pressure.
And in that moment, I felt something deeper.
A voice.
A presence.
It wasn't the system. It was something older. Something that had been watching from the very beginning.
God.
And I could feel Him laughing. Enjoying the chaos.
This was what I was sent here to do.
Destroy.
But then—
"Wait."
Hughie's voice.
I hesitated.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with something I hadn't seen before—desperation.
"Don't—don't kill him," Hughie said, his voice shaking. "We—We need him."
Butcher raised an eyebrow. "We do?"
Hughie swallowed hard. "Y-Yeah. I mean, if we kill him, Vought'll come after us. But if we… I don't know… trap him, maybe we can get something out of him."
I held Translucent there for a moment longer. His breathing was shallow, his hands clawing at my wrist. He was powerless. Weak.
I could crush his windpipe in an instant.
But instead—
I let go.
He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath, coughing violently. His body flickered back into view, his eyes darting between us in fear.
Hughie let out a breath of relief. Butcher just smirked.
"Well, lad," he said, stepping forward and pulling out a thick zip tie. "Guess you've got a plan, then."
I didn't respond.
Because deep down, I knew—
This wasn't over.