((Collab post between Letter Bee and Lord Santa))

The Underground Movement had a mundane and cyber presence whenever there were a load of Metas or just disaffected Normal Humans; how else would Isabella get many supplicants for the power she was a master at providing? The mundane presence was in the derelict parts of the city, where low-class workers of all kinds were willing to listen to anyone who was willing to provide them a hope of power, a hope of striking back against real and imagined oppressors.

And, even now, the Underground recruiters, Vampires and Elves and physically appealing 'monsters', were talking to a group of enraptured Low-level Metas and Normal Humans, offering them more power than they can ever imagine. Isabella, in the five years since the Aperture battle, had learned to control her powers better, to create beings that, though still inhuman, were physically appealing, meaning that she can offer a better bargain...

The night was still young, but there were already people on the streets, drinking or attending social gatherings. Gatherings occur in places of leisure, such as restaurants or movies, or even dingy, low class bars. And it was in one of these bars, a dimly lit, somewhat smelly affair, that John Rivers found himself tonight. He took a sip of his vodka shot, but he wasn't in the mood for drinking tonight. His hood hid his unshaven face as he surveyed the people in the bar tonight. Drunkards, drug addicts, unemployed. A gathering of outcasts, it seemed. Outcasts like him. But he was here for a reason. There was something that might happen tonight, and if it did, it would be a dream come true. A way to get revenge...

The Vampires' and Elves' words were smooth, charismatic, and, to the desperate people who were their audience, able to cut through all reservation. John Rivers, however, won't need that. He was, in his heart, a member of the Underground movement already; he just didn't know it. And so, the Vampires began leading the people gathered to a secret tunnel leading to the Underground Labyrinth, established by whatever corporations weren't cowed into honest business.

This tunnel will lead to an antechamber, where, surrounded by more Vampires and Elves, Isabella Lancaster, War-Queen, Echidna, Mother of Monsters, and leader of the Underground Movement, sat on a high throne, proclaiming:

"I am Isabella Lancaster, the provider of power, of might, of beauty and handsomness. I can provide you with food, drugs, shelter, and, of course, revenge against those who oppressed you, revenge against the hypocrites in Government, revenge against all those who deny you what is your right!"

It didn't take much to set off that crowd of misfits. It would probably have taken half of it to reel them in, but regardless of what it took, the crowd of people cheered at Isabella's words. John lent his voice to the cry, a shout that carried the weight of their anger. These people were tired of being down-trodden. Of being stepped on and then thrown away. It didn't matter why they were there or how they got there, their minds were one. They wanted power, power enough to bite back. Power and money, and anything. To the lower-class mob, Isabella appeared as a glorious queen, guiding them to an age of glory and freedom. 

"Then so be it!" shouted Isabella as she raised her hands, causing a cloud of spores to fly out, enveloping the crowd of willing supplicants. Said supplicants were instantly transformed into fair men and women, Vampires and Elves and Succubi and False Ophanim, as well as a couple of Serpentfolk. Only John was untouched, as he was not willing to be changed.

"What is this?" said Isabella curiously at John Rivers. "Has someone rejected my gift?" she questioned as her guards took out their arms in sudden paranoia.

"I want to take revenge." John said slowly, wary of the eyes around him. "But I want to do it as myself. I want... I want those bastards to see as I am as I kill them. I want them to know what they did. I want them to know that if they hurt my friends, if they hurt my family, if they mock me, then I'll be the one to finish them!"

"The rage is real...and pure," spoke Isabella as the others finished their change, and were given new clothing and armor by her guards. "Very well, I accept your service. What is your name, my new minion?"

"My name is John. John Rivers." He replied.

"I will find much use in you...Mr. Rivers. Call it...a hunch."