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										[color=ed1c24]Los Angeles California- Streets[/color]
										[@Shard][@Prosaic][@The Harbinger of Ferocity]

Faultline didn't waste much time after he had subdued the large Alligator man... reptillian? Well he wasn't sure what to call him aside from a soon to be locked away criminal.  Another on a long list that kept giving Ultra's a bad name.  As he stared down at his now unconscious foe his stomach twisted just slightly.  Because tonight this would be on the news, tonight every young Ultra out there that you could visually pick out from the crowd would hear everyone saying how they are all the same... again.

Tonight each of those kids, some might say young men and women but they were still kids in his eyes, would have one more reason to stop trying as everyone waited on them to slip up and break the law, hurt people.

More than likely tomorrow someone would say the wrong thing, out of fear, and one of those kids would decide 'If they're gonna say that's what I am, might as well own it.'

So tomorrow one more kid would do something stupid and end up in trouble. The longer he looked at the Ultra in front of him, the angrier he got at the whole situation.  A flash from a phone's camera at his side was what snapped him back to reality, as he heard the mixed shouts of the entertained and the thanks of grateful. But looking around it wasn't hard to pick out the silent stares of the fearful, the hateful and the simply pissed off. He bent down, energy coursing through his muscles allowing him to pick up the unconscious body and hold it over his head, step by step he moved him off the road towards the side walk, the display only caused the cheers to pick up as the crowd parted for him, and with a single heave he dropped the body against a store front, clearing the road.  

He didn't take another moment, even as people called his name, some holding up phones recording and shouting questions he could hear the sirens, and he was curious about this other Ultra that Nello had run into.

So bending at the knees he lept up into the air, the feeling of the wind rushing around him as he began to fall back down was still exhilirating no matter how many times he did this. Just as he was about to come level with the buildings he began to focus the small amount of energy he had left over from the jump into his legs and landed, yellow energy discharging around him.  Fault line turned and began to run down the street, again energy coursed up from the ground arching around his body.  His speed began to increase, more and more till he began passing cars on the street, years ago he had learned to stick to the bike lane in this city, so few people used it, most just rode down the street or on the sidewalk so it was pretty much clear.

In just a minute or two he ran past the location of Midnight's fight, spotting the unconscious foe, he gave a quick nod in appreciation of the clean job and continued on, it didn't take long to spot the young man and he slid to a stop right next to the two young men.

[color=fff200]"Well, not a bad job back there Midnight, clean and minimal damage, no limbs missing on the reptile either."[/color] The last statement was more a jab at the dark entities joy for cruelty. He turned his head to look at Keandre and smiled, holding out his hand. 

[color=fff200]"Faultline, wish I could give more of a proper introduction but when the mask goes on the name changes."[/color]


								[color=92278f]Location Unknown[/color]
[@Shard][@Prosaic][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Angel of October][@thewizardguy][@Weird Tales][@EchoicChamber][@LukasVolkov][@Chiro]


The sound of heart monitoring rang through the quiet and dark room, only accompanied by the slow inflation and deflation of an artificial diaphragm machine, providing air to the same man- no- he was less than that now, the fragment of a person that was hooked up to the heart monitor. 

The terrible deafening pattern continued. His heart would beat, slow, and between each one the diaphragm would inflate, his heart would beat, and the diaphragm would deflate, with each one the pain of his breath reminded him of his situation.

How long it continued from the time he had woken today till it was interrupted he couldn't say, and how many days had passed uninterrupted were also a mystery to him, but then the door opened. 

"Sir, the Satellite connection has been established, everything else is ready, the equipment for your broadcast is being brought down the hall now."

How smiling HURT, as his muscles pulled his dry cracked lips just barely farther apart, how jaw burned as it moved.  How his throat ached around the inserted tube that pumped air to his lungs. But it was fine, this particular pain, the pain of a smile was one he hadn't felt in so long and today finally the deafening pattern would not continue as it had for so long, finally things were going to begin...

He spoke, his voice did not match the weakness of his body, a swelled pride rang through it, though it shook with the exertion of speech.  Though the pain to push the air out to form the words was something indescribable, he spoke.

"Finally, the step towards a new world, sit me up.  It's time the silence was broken."