CHRIS-

Once the Lamborghini was loaded up with the weaponry to frame Walter for the massacre that was currently in full swing,the UPS delivery driver pulled one last weapon that he had concealed in his waistband and fired into the loitering crowd, each shot was a dead on headshot, some of the brain matter and blood splatter landed on Christopher's clothes even.

"Now that's the sound of music," the voice taunted him, "you chose right, kiddo. Thanks to you, we can get away with whatever we want and all the blame will be planted on some rich prick, and to think, you really thought we were going to let you and your girlfriend just walk away? Ha, that's a joke if I ever heard one,"

As the voice chatted him up, the surviellance van assigned to him quickly pulled into the parking lot and drove up next to him, and two things happened in unison. A gunshot could easily be heard through the phone, and the van door slid open and many hands pulled Christopher into the back with them...

MIKA, NATHAN, ISABEL, AND WALT

Despite charging into the fray first in an attempt to save the day for some poor schmucks, Walt watched in amazement as Mika lit herself on fire and charged through some of the Assault Unit like they were bowling pins, and then some kind of invisible force knocked several more out in a comical way like a certain movie blockbuster. And then the grey mutant who's abuse started it all was given the opportunity to fight back, and Walt watched her at her fullest as she telekinetically ripped several more of her attackers to shreds and tossed them about like they were ingredients in a bloody salad.

Then came Walter's time to shine as Fifty Shades of Grey became too exhausted, and all those efforts left just a few standing opponents for him to deal with. As they reloaded their weapons, he started to take off his jacket and tossed it on the blood covered floor, everyone around them was either dead or in full panic mood, even the music and strobing lights were done with,

"I guess introductions are in order," Walter said as he popped his super dense knuckles, "you can call me The Vault, 'cause it's hard to crack me open, bitches," he said in a badass tone before charging for them.

The guard on the left fired first and missed, giving Walter enough time to reach the center guy who fired directly into his chest, the impact pushed him backwards, but Walter used the momentum to grab his arms and perform a flip behind the guy, spin him around and punch him with the force enough to knock his head off his body, which is what happened.

The guy to the right was a better shot though and switched to heavy fire and landed two more shots into him, but all that did was leave Walter angry and maybe leave a bruise.

While those two engaged, the one who fired first left the scene to call for back up, and outside, all the surviellance teams were now getting together in the parking lot, equipping themselves with heavy duty tranquilizer weaponry.

JOSEPH AND NICHOLAS

They were taken from their homes, drugged for the field trip in transport and delivered to what looked on the outside to be some luxurious facility for a rehabilitation clinic, a plaque on the peach colored front entrance that could be read after they passed by the giant marble pillars read: HUMANITY ABOVE ALL ELSE.

Inside it was even more beautiful and relaxing with a centerpiece garden and pond with large multi-colored fish swimming about, but this was not the place for these two. They were taken through a set of security doors, and then restrained before entering an elevator which took them two miles below ground.

After that they're eyes had a hard time seeing as they adjusted to the facility's dim lighting and were fitted with some sort of high tech wrist bracelet, both boys could feel tingle of pain as the bracelets gave them their first doses of reality, and then they were dumped in a "fresh" cell for the newbies.

But what they couldn't see, was the cell block they were in, which was a mile long, and each cell was occupied two fold, the hall filled with screams and cries of mutant protest, useless and demoralizing. Welcome to the...

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