Author's Note: I bet you're all like "A Krane songfic? Really?". I assure you, you're not seeing things. I legitimately made a fic for the most hated character ever besides Principal Perry. Why? Reasons and things. This is my first songfic, so...it might not be stellar, but it might not be garbage, either.
NOTE: I had to remove the lyrics because apparently even with a disclaimer it's a no-no, so...
THE SONG IS "THE DEVIL WITHIN" BY DIGITAL DAGGERS
I do have a sibling songfic on the way, so if you like my fics, give it a looksie whenever it comes up.
Krane knew the best way to begin a fight was stealth. Catch your enemies blindsided, get a few blows in before they can counter, and your fight is that much easier. Especially when you're fighting bionic teens who are weaker than you in every way. Though be also knew you needed intelligence to launch the optimal attack on your enemy. So he waited, crouched in the shadows, learning all he could about the Davenports, and found Douglas a great source of information. Especially their weaknesses, those would be most crucial. But Douglas was being played, for he thought they were going to be Triton Apped. They'd all see, but it'd be too late. Krane would already have struck, leaving irreparable damage in his wake.
Krane found himself enjoying the criminal acts he committed. It was like he was Mr. Hyde. With each evil he committed, he became that much bigger, someone everyone would bow to someday. That could be acheived only by taking the darker path. The stupid bionic teens couldn't see how much power they had. They could've led an army of bionics, and done whatever they wanted. Instead, they used their bionics to defend a weak race, and endure high school, as well as the indignities that came with them. Stupidity as great as theirs needed to be put down, and Krane would be happy to do it.
The best part was, he was so skilled, and they were so ignorant, they had no idea he was going after them. They didn't take notice of the man in dark clothing who watched their routine. The only thing better was the plans Victor made. As he watched their routine, sometimes, if they did something stupid enough, he'd imagine attacking them, and it grew more savage every time. For stupidity didn't just deserve death, it deserved punishment. Krane was more than willing to give it. Once he had been afraid of that darker side of himself, who whispered in his ear at his weakest moments. Now, he saw how foolish he had been. Not quite as foolish as the teens. They were deaf to the whispers that could give them all the power they could ever want, the kind Krane craved with every fiber in his being. Though it was good they could ignore it, for it made killing them that much easier. Not that it was much of a challenge. Krane smirked at them, watching through his camera. He felt it in his bones, it was time to strike, as they were trapped on the boat, away from all help. He radioed the coordinates to Douglas, and grinned to himself.
They'd see it coming only when he delivered the final blow.