[center][h2]~Heka~[/h2][/center]
The hour was late, though night had yet to come and they had been tasked to liberate mutants.  There was nothing more he wanted then to see his people free from oppression.  It sickened him to think that because they were different they were hunted, jailed, restrained and some even killed.  The wind blew through his hair revealing the beautiful streaks of purple amongst the black.  He was tasked with teleporting everyone to safety once they were free, but first, they had to set them free.  The heels of his boots clattered rhythmically against the hard floor.  His garbs fluttering as if there were a constant breeze.    

"Fighting never solves anything," he commented as he blasted a guard through a wall, causing a commotion.  "Then again it always has been fun."  Corona was off to take care of those in the isolation cells while he took note to make sure there was no interference from guards.  No doubt their actions would not go unnoticed by the Sentinal Service, and he would be ready.  He walked through the halls, his energy butterflies blasting holes here and there.  Anyone who was one of them would be set free.  Resistance was expected, but futile at this point.  Guards attempted to stop him, but they were no match.  Bullets screamed through the air and crashed into him.  His eyes narrowed at the ricocheting metal and sighed.  Thrusting his hand forward, the sleeves of his robe shot forth slicing into one of the guards.  The other three looked mortified as the sleeve retracted.  Heka looked at his hand and sighed, there was no need for excessive force, but if they did not do this there would be no freedom.   The remaining three guards continued shooting, but Heka vanished, appearing behind one of them, his robe stretching out and ensnaring the man.  His blood-curdling scream filled the air around them, but when the robe retracted, the guard's mangled body was on the floor.

"Two more to go," Heka said as he turned to them.  "You can flee or fight, the choice is yours."  The guards looked at each other holding their weapons.  Heka shook his head and thrust his hand forward, a pentagram appearing around his hand.  Instantly another appeared behind the guards.  "The souls of those who resist shall be consumed."  Demonic arms stretched out and grasped the two guards, dragging them into the burning pentagram before dispersing.

Once everything was done, Heka brushed his clothing with his hand and made his way to the guard tower where Corona would be.  It went without saying that Heka had a crush on Corona.  The mere sight of the man in power caused Heka to blush internally.  Though he would never say it out loud he was quite intrigued by him.  One could only imagine what it would feel like being held by him in the night hours or listening to him talk about his life.  Heka slowly approached his form, not wanting to disturb him. 
 Standing at his right side, he held his hands behind him looking over those liberated from their cells.  His eyes seemed to bore into the very souls of those in front of him, yet he was silent and his face emotionless.  When Corona moved over to him and gave the order, Heka nodded and smirked as he turned and made his way to find Aiden.  It didn't take him long, the stench of necrosis followed the child wherever he went.  Approaching, he swiftly, but gently, removed one headphone from his ear.  

"Come, we are leaving..."