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[color=aba000][center][h1][i][u]Akiva Hishamie[/u][/i][/h1][/center]
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[center][h3]Ending and begining, solo style.[/h3][/center]

[h3]3 days ago[/h3]

The long dull silence of the night crept around Akiv like a snake swallowing its prey. After all the events that had unfolded, he had been left drained both physically and mentally. Normally for Akiva, when he accepted a job, it was very cut and dry almost to the point where he could have written down the events that would transpire beforehand and end up being 100% accurate. Not that he was some sort of genius, it's just that in his line of work things tended to be that way. Anything unexpected meant trouble and could spell out almost certain death if you were unable to handle the situation. As Akiva sat in the bck seat of the Uber car he requested, being taken home, he looked out the window at the pale moonlight. He has heard before that on a night where the moon is full and when its glow shines out throughout the night, the supernatural can occur in your laugh at a random moments notice. Akiva laughed softly to himself as he thought of this, reminding himself that technically he was considered supernatural himself. With the window cracked slightly he could feel the slight breeze on his face, hear the sound of city hustle and bustle with what nightlife could be found. 

People went on that night as they usually did with whatever they usually liked to do. Akiva watched, in his ride home, people walking down the sidewalk going about their business without a care for what was going on in the world they lived. "I killed a man today", Akiva thought to himself, "and the world still goes on. What kind of justice is that"?

Akiva did not think for a single moment that what he did could ever be considered a "Good" act, but if killing a man who hurt and killed others could not be considered good then what could be? Was doing nothing, avoiding this man, or trying to go to the police with no legal evidence a good thing? Akiva could not see it like that. If he could not take the law into his own hands when presented with an opportunity to rid the world of Filth like Houston Donovan, then what was the point of even being alive? Akiva thought how he had actual superpowers, even though at times he thought of it more like a curse than a gift, and that he could do.....not he DOES do a lot with them. Akiva sighed rather louder than he meant to. His powers were yet another reason why he could not understand how some people had such naive definitions of good and evil. He performed acts of both on an almost daily basis so what did that make him?

Scratching his head Akiva gave up mentally on the train of thought that pursued him. He never got anywhere when he tried to argue with himself on the topic of good and evil. He settled on gazing intently on the world outside of this drive home. No matter what he thought, Akiva was glad life was interesting. 

His thoughts did though end up turning to Chenoa, The Dove. She...was definitely one of the weirder ones that Akiva had met during his line of work. He was glad that she was not able to uncover his true objective though. Akiva worked better as a solo rogue since others tended to slow him down or try to intervene in some way. It was good to meet another who was special like him, although her powers did seem a lot more useful and less hazardous than his powers were. The way she jumped at the chance to do something in his line of work did worry him a little but he ended up chalking that up to something he would not understand. Akiva has been involved in his line of work for so long that by now he figured that what he did would seem somewhat exciting to normal people, so long as any killing was kept out of sight. Akiva wasn't that ignorant. He wouldnt hate seeing her again, Akiva thought.

As Akiva walked up the stairs to the third floor of his apartment and as he walked inside it he made sure he was not injured or bleeding in any way he had not yet seen. If he was Camille would flip out again, something Akiva never looked forward to. He was greeted by his twin sister, Camille Hishamie, after he walked inside. They lived in a simple apartement, nothing very fancy but away from prying eyes, and he could see her standing in the kitchen from the front door. When her eyes darted from what she was doing over to the sound of the front door opening Camille dropped everything she was doing and ran to the front door as fast as she could. Camille jumped into Akiva as she hug tackled him. 

"Akivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", Camille squeaked.

Akiva grunted and laughed, returning the hug after regaining his center of balance. Just as fast though Camille reached up as she hugged him and bopped him on the back of his head, causing a loud thumping sound to echo thoughout the room. Akiva laughed, not stunned at all. "I kow what its for but Ill ask anyways. What was that for Cam", Akiva asked teasingly.

Pushing Akiva away and regaining her composure Camille crossed her arms and walked back to the kitchen to continue what she was previously doing. "Oh, I don't know let's see. We can start with you taking a job without consulting me. You know you are terrible at picking decent jobs but noooo you try anyway." 

Akiva walked over to the front of the kitchen and sat at the counter on a bar stool. "It was more like a personal favor to an old...to a guy i know. Honestly, I probably won't talk to him for awhile he is such a dumbass". Akiva laid his head on the counter and closed his eyes. 

Camille eyed Akiva as he spoke but released a heavy sigh after a few moments had passed. "Honestly...what am I going to do with you. Go get washed and changed, I will make dinner". 

Akiva silently and slowly stood up and began to do as he was instructed. It was a general rule in the house that after a job Akiva was supposed to wash, change, and eat dinner. If it wasn't a rule, as it was not one for the entirety of them working together, Akiva would sometimes forget to take care of himself. Camille narrowed her eyes as he walked away, the bottom right corner of her mouth twisting to form a suspicious frown. "You idiot", Camille said softly to herself, "Such an annoyance". Camille gripped the hilt of the knife she picked up, to assist in cooking, quite tightly.


[h3]present day[/h3]

As Akiva walked out the door he narrowly avoided getting hit by a hairbrush thrown by his sister. Camille was angry with him for passing up another job that would have in fact brought them a sizeable chunk of cash. So to avoid any more unpleasantness Akiva decided a day out would be needed. Akiva walked downstairs and immediately was hit with an overall pleasant wave of combined sunshine, fresh air, and the chance for a new adventure. That being said, as he looked around in youthful passion, he realized that more than likely today would be a nap day. 

It was still fairly early in the day, so since he had no job to complete and could not return home Akiva decided to simply take a stroll. He walked to whatever destination came to mind, first stopping off at a store to pick up a drink. As he was choosing one of the many different types of carbonated beverages that was presented before him, an event began to occur. A man wearing a black ski mask walked in quickly and calmly, aiming for the main counter. 

The man glanced around, saw that there were no police officers within eyesight, and pulled out a small revolver front his brown leather jacket. "This is a robbery", The man said underlining what he said with a serious and angry sounding voice. He pulled out a duffel bag that was folded up and held underneath his arm on the inside of his jacket and tossed it to the cashier. Alerted by the sound of a firearm being pulled out, a sound he knew well, Akiva did not rise up to standing up straight. He had been crouching to get a better look at his options but upon hearing the situation changing Akiva went from civilian to master criminal in 0.01 seconds. Akiva quietly crept around the aisles of the convenience store, avoiding being seen by the mirrors the store put up to make it easier to catch shoplifters. Akiva reached the aisle that directly lined up behind the robber and the cashier, although the catch being that if the robber wanted to see him all he needed to do would be to look behind him. 

The thief impatiently looked down at his watch on his right wrist several times over the course of the minute it was taking for the robbery to take place. The cashier was incredibly nervous and distraught, unsure of what to do in this situation. It was true that underneath the single counter, the store kept a black box their where they deposited all of the store's money at the end of the day. The unclear fact was though there was a key to it, only the manager had one. The cashier did not make this clear to the robber, and after offering what little money the cashier station had in the register the employee pretended to fumble with the lock. Not much time would pass before the robber would try to do something drastic, that much was clear to Akiva. 

With the seconds rolling by Akiva knew he had to do something, simply on pure instinct. Akiva truly did not care if the store was robbed. It was easy money and if you do it right you can get away with hundreds of dollars for no effort at all. There was no proof of what Akiva was feeling, nothing logical to it, but he had a gut feeling that this was gonna end badly. The man didn't seem patient enough, did not understand how the money keeping system worked, and if he was here to just rob the register that was just....really really dumb. There was no way that the gun the guy had wasn't going off today. 

As Akiva raced in thought, planning his attack, the dumbest of things happened. When Akiva speaks he usually talks while moving his hands and or arms. As he planned his attack mentally, he subconsciously moved his arms a little but just enough to bump his elbow into the shelf next to him. Chips and items were knocked off the shelf, causing a rather obvious noise we all know too well. The robber, startled, jumped around to see Akiva trying to regain his balance. The man aimed his weapon at Akiva. As he tried to yell out a threat to Akiva, the rather unsuccessful robber activated the sensitive trigger to his weapon. Akiva was able to utilize his fight or flight capabilities to there absolute maximum, his years of experience baring its fangs as he was able to barely adjust himself to avoid the bullet's trajectory. As he was crouched, the gunner was aiming somewhat downwards. Since the man was inexperienced or rather unskilled, he aimed for the head. Akiva recognized the danger and used the advantage of the carpetless floor and the traction from his shoes to slightly slide enough that his body was able to twist towards to the ground. 

Akiva landed on his back but was able to quickly recover. While the shooter was dazed from what he had accidentally done, Akiva reached behind him and felt the solid surface of another object. He pushed himself towards his forward, momentarily slighting out of the robber's sight. In the front of the next aisle over Akiva jumped off the ground and dashed to the farthest away aisle but with his body close to the ground. The robber, with his senses returned, felt like the only thing he could do not was not let this guy get away. He shot his gun, he wasn't gonna be able to get out of this easily, but of course, he had no idea the monster he just unleashed. 

In Akivas mind his timeless struggle waged war inside his mind. Did this man deserve to die, or would that be tooThis guy tried to kill him, so wasn't it fair that he tried to kill the robber in return? If he didn't kill him, how far should he incapacitate the man? What was the right thing to do, overall wise? Akiva thought of this quickly in his mind, but he was a professional. His body moved as well, dashing around and down the aisle while his opponent ran around the aisles slowly looking for him in a panic. The clerk had ducked behind the counter for protection so Akiva did not have to worry about that. Akiva was able to find the robber, quite efficiently. The robber saw Akiva between the spaces between the shelves and fired two rounds in Akiva's general direction. He missed, which allowed Akiva to locate the robber's exact position. He dashed around to the aisle the robber was in, causing the robber to panic even more. It was not a very large store, a medium size convenience store, so the man knew that he could not get away from this guy in the store. Akiva was able to close the distance between the two of them with a bolt forward, Akiva's anger showing in his eyes. Akiva reached up as the man tried to aim at Akiva and grabbed the mans gun hand. Keeping the gun out of his direction he used his other hand to jab at the man's stomach, then when the man hunched over Akiva slammed his knee into the man's face. With a nose covered in blood and pain in his body, the robber fell to his knee. Akiva reached with his right hand and grabbed the mans face.

He wanted to do it. He wanted to kill the man. This man was the worst kind of criminal, someone with no skill, and how could he forgive someone who tried to shoot him? 

"Now..receive...." 

Akiva tried to finish his sentence, to expel the power within himself and end this mans life. He wanted to do it, but for all of his effort, he found himself unable to. Akiva let go of the man's face while grabbing the gun out of the man's hand with his other hand. He was ok with killing to an extent but not like this. Not to someone who was so..helpless. As he turned around and began walking away, the robber jumped forward off the ground and tried to grab the gun from Akiva's hand. Akiva swung around, making the gun out of reach, and as he slammed his right hand into the side of the robbers bare head he muttered: "My Intentions" with a voice filled with venom. Akiva slammed the man's head to the ground as he sent a surge of yellow energy from his hand into the man. 

Akiva was silent. He slowly stood up straight but his eyes neve rleft the man. He felt no remorse, he tried to let the man go. Reaching for the weapon was a sign of pure stupidity. He had to die. Akiva had overloaded the mans brain by sending a surge of his own energy directly into the mans head. Similiar to when a computer gets overloaded, goes haywire, and shuts down with smoke rising. The robbers body shook for a few moments before going still. 

Police sirens suddenly filled the store coming front the fornt of the store. Akiva snapped back to reality and dashed to the back of the store and to the exit. The police had responded to the sounds of gunfire but had not covered the back yet, more police were in route though. As Akiva exited the back of the store, activtaing all of the alarms that would follow, e chuckled to himself. It was gonna be that kind of day huh?