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The following events had come to fruition over the course of a few months of planning. 

The first and the most easy had been to find a location for the event to take place. It had to be somewhere that was large, but also tucked away enough that people wouldn't come looking once the alarm was raised. It also needed to be fairly close to Club 27. After a week of covert searching after his kidnapping of the ICOSA, Caustic had located an abandoned recording studio in Kingsdale. It was slated for redevelopment in September, but that didn't matter - it was going to be done before that date anyway, some time during the Summer was best for an idea like this. Lot's of parties and events for the villain to pick and choose from, there was plenty of variety. And then, the next simple decision was choosing what exact date to use. Fourth of July came pretty naturally - so many people would be launching fireworks, so if gunshots did occur, the sound of them would be masked by the vast swathes of idiots gleefully celebrating their holiday. 

The second task had been tracking the security detail of Caustic's quarry. Like the first task, it had been surprisingly easy. They were just normal people, buff people with guns and combat training granted, but normal unpowered people. And what's more, Caustic was going to take them completely by surprise. After that, he spent a little bit of time staking out Club 27, the locations of outside security cameras and things like that. If he was seen on the night and the alarm was raised then the whole plan might collapse. The next task was the one that was actually somewhat difficult - Caustic had to find himself some broadcasting equipment, and then work out how to use said equipment to hijack broadcasts elsewhere. After scoping out a few locations, he settled on some shitty Castleburg news station that was pretty much bankrupt. He didn't even have to rob it - he simply paid some grunt from Brookside some money to go and purchase the equipment off them for an offer they couldn't refuse. The 2 months or so after that was spent with Caustic figuring out exactly the broadcast was going to function. He cracked it a week before the Fourth of July. 

So, on the Fourth of July, Caustic was currently sitting in an apartment opposite Club 27, looking across with some binoculars. The loud booming music coming from the club and the steady stream of worthless celebrities and heroes he could see going inside only made the villain more irritated and more determined. He knew he was going to be sitting here for a while, perhaps until the early hours of the morning, until his quarry left the party, likely inebriated, high, or both. Perhaps he would be with some young woman picked up at the party. But that didn't matter - like the security detail of his target, this theoretical individual would be expendable. The hours ticked by and by, and Caustic didn't move from his spot by the window until 1am. It was then that he spotted his target walking out of the club to a car parked nearby. Three men in dark suits also got into the car a couple seconds later. It was time to move. 

He knew the route the car would take - it was a simple matter of intercepting it. Luckily, he had long figured out the shortcut to a place where he could intercept the car easily. After reaching the spot, and after about a minute, he heard the noisy car making its way down the road. As soon as he saw it turn the nearest bend. He stepped out suddenly in the road. The car, reacting to this sudden pedestrian, swerved suddenly, but the driver was clearly not ready for this, and instead the car slammed into Caustic sideways. Or at least, it would have, had the villain not turned on his powers just before the impact. Caustic stood unbothered in the road as the car went right through him, which left a massive hole in the car, and one of the security men in the car completely corroded. It veered again, crashing into a wall. Caustic stepped up to the car. The driver was dead. One security man was left, who quickly leapt out of the car and reached for his gun. Caustic quickly put him down with a single touch to the face. Then he peered into the car at the terrified, rainbow haired man sitting there. 

[color=YellowGreen]"Hello, Rainbow Dancer. Enjoy your party?"[/color] He sneered, before, pulling the struggling Wings of Law member from the car. 

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It was now 9:30am the next day. Rainbow Dancer had been taken cared for well enough, considering. Caustic had given him some water and locked him in a room, pocketing his phone. No doubt the news of the crash of his car and the disappearence of the well known hero was all over the news right now, a situation which was perfect for Caustic. Rainbow Dancer had tried to use his powers to escape from the room on multiple occasions, but they were far too weak for that, and besides, he was too old. He had also tried yelling, and at one point threatened to sue Caustic. He laughed to himself, putting the finishing touches on the equipment. As the clocked passed the aforementioned time, Caustic got up and opened the door. [color=YellowGreen]"Come with me. Now."[/color] Rainbow Dancer made a dash to escape, but Caustic calmly grabbed his arm and delivered a painful burn. Not enough to cause any lasting injury, just a reminder of the fact that he should probably be obedient. 

Caustic marched Rainbow Dancer into the studio's lobby, where the natural morning light was filtering in through the windows. [color=YellowGreen]"Kneel down over there. In front of the camera."[/color] Rainbow Dancer spat. [color=Crimson]"For the last fucking time, let me go. You can have all the money you want. You can even have publicity, I could get you exclusive membership of our club, and all the girls you w-"[/color] Caustic laughed loudly and sneered. [color=YellowGreen]"I don't want any of that. Right now, I just want you to kneel. I'm not going to ask again."[/color] At that, Rainbow Dancer kneeled, still looking annoyed, but still quite confident, as if he thought this would just be some minor inconvenience he would have to deal with today. Caustic then marched to the camera, then another device, and flicked a couple of switches. 

All around Castleburg, many TVs began to glitch and flicker, changing from whatever programmes they were broadcasting to the view of the pissed looking Rainbow Dancer kneeling in a dusty lobby. [color=Crimson]"Are you recording this? What the fuck are you-"[/color] Caustic shushed him off camera, before stepping into view himself, donned in his usual gas mask. [color=YellowGreen]"Some of you might know who I am already. Those who do, please inform those who don't. Today, I join you with a symbol of corruption."[/color] He gestured downwards. [color=YellowGreen]"Rainbow Dancer. I imagine many of you probably idolise this man. Those with powers and those without - because he is a [i]hero[/i]."[/color] He said the last word with almost unheard of contempt. 

Rainbow Dancer called out. [color=Crimson]"Damn right I'm a hero, and you're a fucking psycho, I'll kick your ass!"[/color] Caustic gave him a swift punch to the back of the head, and ignored him. [color=YellowGreen]"But the truth of the matter is - there is nothing moral about hero work. All it does is protect the lazy and the weak from those who have been given [i]gifts[/i]. And we live in a world where those gifts have been watered down and regulated by organisations like H.E.R.O. And ICOSA. But I could ramble on and on about what I think about H.E.R.O. This particular meeting is a demonstration about how those you hold up as standards of heroism and morality are more corrupt than anyone. I am honest. I do not hide my intentions. Unlike Rainbow Dancer here. How can you call yourself a hero after what happened to [i]Riptide Boy[/i]?"[/color] 

The colour seemed to flush from Rainbow Dancer's face. [color=YellowGreen]"Why don't you tell the good people of Castleburg what really happened with Riptide Boy?"[/color] When Rainbow Dancer still remained silent, Caustic pressed a finger to the back of his neck and delivered a searing burn that made the hero scream. [color=YellowGreen]Tell them. Tell them now, or I can promise you far more pain than he endured."[/color] Of course, Caustic didn't give a fuck about Riptide Boy, or that whole incident. But why not use that situation to further his goals. After 20 or so seconds of searing heat, Rainbow Dancer relented, and screamed - [color=Crimson]"Fuck, fuck, alright! I beat him, okay! I beat him, I beat him half to death, broke half the bones in his face, then left him by the side of the road to d-die!"[/color] 

Caustic released the finger on Rainbow Dancer's neck, grinning under his mask. [color=YellowGreen]"Thank you for your confession. And now, your reward."[/color] Caustic pulled something out of his pocket - a small Wings of Law logo pin. Caustic held it in his bare hand for a moment, squeezing it. When it was shown to the camera next, it seemed to be glowing a sickly shade of green. Rainbow Dancer looking up at it nervously. [color=Crimson]"A... A pin? What are you gonna do with-"[/color] Before he could finish, Caustic dropped the pin. 

As soon as it hit the top of Rainbow Dancer's head, a sick sizzling sound could be heard. He didn't even have time to scream before the life slipped from his eyes, and a few seconds later, the pin dropped from the bottom of his jaw. [color=YellowGreen]"Heroism with class, hm? I advise all heroes, especially those with exceptional public reputations, to be careful. This will not be the last broadcast."[/color] Caustic stepped out of view after saying that, footsteps approaching the camera, which was still looking at Rainbow Dancer's body. 

A few seconds later, the broadcast fizzled out, and returned the people of Castleburg to their normal broadcasting schedules.