[center][h3][color=00a99d]『𝔼𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥』 [/color][/h3][/center]
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Boy, he sure felt stupid.

Ernie did nothing but watch. Stare apathetically at the overturned cars. The civilians shuffling past, doing everything in their power to ignore the carnage that had taken place less than an hour ago. The streams of blood moving outwards from their lifeless sources.

[quote][i]So much...

Everywhere...[/i][/quote]
He shook the memory from his head.

[quote][i]His hands were shaking.[/i][/quote]
He knew violence. He knew that small actions had devastating effects, that a single gunshot was enough to brand fear into the heart of a city. Violence was supposed to be calculated, never more than needed. Like a misplaced splotch of black destroying a whole palette. Discretion was key when it came to subnatural operations. Restraint was something even the worst X-marks of Reno possessed. Liam would have their heads otherwise. The Senators thrived because there was a little thing the Mahers beat into everyone that joined their ranks. Discipline.

But here? There was nothing. Just a huge, steaming mess of inexperience and unrestrained psychopathy. Bureaucratic asshats turned a blind eye to kids tearing themselves and others apart as long as they got their job done and stayed out of the Regulars' way.

[i]His hands were shaking.[/i]

They'd seriously had him fooled. Latching onto people, exaggerating their goodness if they showed the slightest bit of kindness to his rotted self. It was a trap he dived headfirst into once and he hadn't learned since. Fuck, it wasn't even [i]trust[/i]. Just expectations, all of them shattered by the sight before him. Stupid, stupid.

Ernie ignored the looters as he approached a particularly dense gathering of bodies. Blood coming from their ears, already drying.

There was no reason for any of this. He couldn't think of any. That was the worst part.

He'd heard Marcus' gunshots. He'd heard Angelique's declaration of imminent death. How many other sadistic acts had he missed over the cuffs? All the people he knew on Evac Team... they were supposed to be [i]good[/i], as flimsy as that belief was. He'd hoped that they were better, that they were ideals he could never achieve. They were meant to be different from him. They were meant to be different from the Senators, though Ernie supposed that that particular wish came true. 

Because they were worse. So much worse.

It wasn't a fucking [i]accident[/i]! How do you lift a bunch of cars without meaning to, then let them topple onto unsuspecting Regulars? How do you [i]accidentally[/i] completely pummel several people's torsos or shout at them until blood leaked from their skulls? 

Ernie grimaced as he looked over the body of a burly man, red pouring from a single hole in his temple. No other signs of harm on him. Had Marcus even tried to stop this guy without a gun? Had Emma? Those belts had non-lethal options for a reason. Had any of them even considered them in the heat of battle?

Monsters and fakers, wherever he went. God, this world was fucking diseased. He already knew he was part of the problem. He just never thought that his classmates would be too.

Ernie didn't protest as his clothes dug into his skin and transported him upwards. There was no reason to fight.
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