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Tommy was on patrol when it happened, there was a gunshot coming from district 49. You see, district 49 is full of broken down buildings and drug dealers… It is where people go to do some bad shit. It's so bad there that most homeless people would rather sleep on the wet cold road than in those broken down buildings that belong to that cursed district. With that information, what does Tommy do? He jumps rooftop to rooftop in the direction of the gunshots, like a fucking idiot!
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It takes about ten minutes with his power helping him go faster than any human can go without using their power. He approaches the building, where an argument is coming from. “You said that you had brand new supplies that’s from the hero tower, not this broken shit!” Someone growls out from inside the building. “We… We don’t know what happened, our sources told us it-” someone else whimpers, before getting cut off by the first voice. “Do you and all those fuckers dead in the corner have the same ‘sources’ or something? Cause that’s what everyone says when trying to scam us! Who do you all think you’re dealing with? We are the fucking Syndicate, we aren’t just some tech collectors that got into this illegal business, do you fucking understand?” That made Tommy still, partially in fear and the rest in thought. Why is a Syndicate goon doing some trade shit here? Tommy thinks goon, because it’s nearly impossible for an important member to meet people in this run down district, much less of it being one of the three leaders. As long as it is just a goon in there, then Tommy has a chance of saving whoever they paid to bring them supplies.
Tommy kicks down the door and, without looking at who is holding the gun, uses his power to rip it out of their hold. “Sorry prick, but no more people are going to die to-… night.” Tommy finally looks at the ‘goon’ he just disarmed… Tommy disarmed one of three leaders of the Syndicate, whilst the other two were in the room too… All he can think about, for a moment, is how screwed he is… No, do not think like that! “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Siren asks, a dangerous tilt to his voice.
“I am the best vigilante out there, bitch! I’m, also, the one who isn’t a brunette asshole with a big fucking ego just because ‘papa bird’ praised me for my ‘strong’ mind controlling power growing up.” Tommy fires back, smirking under his mask. His smirk slowly left at the pure silence and utter shock of the villains. Tommy finally looks at who he is saving. “You, idiot guy, get out before they kill you.” Tommy deadpans at the dumbass stranger. “Excuse me?!” Siren finally hollers out when he processes the shit Tommy said.
Tommy is probably gunnu die anyways, so he’s not going to beg for forgiveness, he’s going to continue being an idiotic fucker. “Aren’t you a grown man? I don’t think you need me to excuse you.” He quips, looking back at the villains, as the random dude runs out while he can. The Blood God and Angel of Death can’t help but let out small snorts as they try to hold back laughter; however they become quieter when Siren glances back at them. “Do you know who I am?” He asks, turning his head back to Tommy, obviously pissed off. “Why? Do you not know? Well then, you are Siren, one of the top fuckers, next to Dream, of this city.” Tommy explains, knowing damn well what the villain meant.
“You cocky asshole.” The villain snarls, taking a step forward, which Tommy copies, but he makes sure to exaggerate the step to make fun of the villain. “You really shouldn’t talk about yourself like that, even if you are one. Angel of Death sir, you should get him a therapist. Oh! And a doctor for his dumbass virus, unless he was born with it, then let's all hope therapy can fix that too.” Tommy suggests, looking over at the winged villain.
The Angel of Death clears his throat before saying, “I don’t think there is a therapist out there that could help him with either the cocky asshole thing or the dumbass virus.” Tommy breaks out into a fit of laughter. “Angel, please let me kill him, as an example to not fuck with us! If we let him live, then people will think we are going soft!” Siren pleads, like a whiny child. Before Angel can answer, Tommy uses his powers to make a bullet case move fast enough to go through Siren’s leg. “My work is done, see ya’ later, brunette prick!” He shouts, using his power to make a quick escape.
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When Tommy gets to district 50, he changes out of his costume and lays on the mattress he found and repaired a while back. He is now wearing an old white T-shirt with two holes in the back for his wings. Tommy takes out his phone, he saved enough money for one when he was twelve by pickpocketing. Tommy smirks as he makes a new account, he has to keep pissing off the villain, since that seems to make it easier to escape if today was anything to base that off of.
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- The Siren’s Defeater, Odysseus!
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Tommy smirks at the newly made account. Tommy knows how dangerous this is, but in his defense, he didn’t know it was the fucking leaders! Tommy needs to get some sleep soon, he is absolutely exhausted. Tommy falls asleep easily.
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When Tommy wakes up, he binds his wings and puts on a hoodie to hide them. He should head to his barista job in district 34.