This is another start up for my story the Avatars. I have made a couple changes to this universe to make it fit. This is mostly for a background so just read and then you will know about this guy. This is not based off the DLC. For this, the DLC is not canon. To be honest I didn't know about the DLC until I was half way through typing this. He isn't a vampire.

I was there. When all the Condiuts were supposedly killed off. I wasn't more then twenty feet away when Cole detonated the RFI. It burned. I felt like my body was being boiled from the inside out. How was I to know I was a conduit and that my life was going to be ended. Yet it wasn't.

I woke up in a make shift hospital a few days later. I couldn't understand why I was alive. I should have been dead. I looked at the T.V. and saw that thousands of Conduits had died. But so had the Beast. How was I so different from them that they died and I lived? I was a street urchin. I stole to live and I killed to survive. I was less then these people.

I checked out the next day and was met with the sight of most of New Marais having been smashed by the Beast. Ash was swirling through the air. There were injured everywhere being tended to. It was hard to watch. I walked down the road and reached the square. I saw a women on the ground bleeding.

I ran to her and saw her dying. I was fourteen with no parents and a crappy track record. How could I save her? I looked for something to stop the bleeding and neglected to see the glass and cut my hand. I looked at the gash in my palm and grimaced. Then, the bleeding stopped and the blood went back inside of me and the wound closed. There was virtually no scar when normally a wound like that should have left a large scar.

I looked back at the women and was scared.

"What's happening to me?" She took my hand and squeezed it while smiling to me.

"You're like him. McGrath. Promise me you'll use your powers for good. Please." I stared at her dying blue eyes and nodded.

"I will. I'm sorry." She gave me the same smile and coughed out some blood.

"D-don't be. Good...luck." She went silent and stopped breathing. I closed her eyes and sat next to her in silence. I saw a machete and I grabbed it. I stared at the silver blade and knew what I would do. I vowed to not let anyone else suffer like her. My name is Zack. Zack Evans. This is how I came to be what I am today.


Zack sat on the roof looking at the city of New Marais. It was mostly repaired but that didn't mean the war had stopped. Far from it. The militia died down for a while but then a new leader came up. They weren't popular though. Hell, people tried to kill most of them. So as a result they stayed hidden away in the industrail part of town. After Bertrand's parade of destruction as a maggot nobody really moved back in.

Their new leader was a man who was Bertrands successor. Bryce Kalahart. Crazy bastard who never showed himself but was always speaking over the radios.

"Purge the Conduits," He'd say. "They're hell spawn," He'd add. Most people ignored him seeing as a conduit was the one that saved them all and cured the plague. Some people had joined him though. They are the reason Zack almost never showed his powers. He had met another conduit shortly after the blast. Stewart.

He could climb walls like a spider. Militia found out and killed him. Zack was sad but wasn't going to get himself killed for the sake of him. He found Stewart pretty annoying. Zack had learned to master his powers over the couple years after the blast. Four years of hiding himself from everyone.

Then there's the Ice Gang that was still present but they mostly stayed in the flooded part of town. Away from everyone. Zack had been there a few times but didn't enjoy his visits. Mostly because he was almost turned into a himan ice cube whenever he went there. Zack wasn't sure why they stayed around but he didn't care. As long as they didn't hunt him down like the militia he wouldn't pay them any heed.

The swamp monsters were the pushiest. They kept coming into the city and attacking people. They would be located anywhere, no place safe. It was mostly the ones that took humanoid forms but every now and then a Ravager or even a Devourer would come waltzing into the city and attacking people. Nobody knew where they were coming from seeing as Bertrand was the one making them.

The rebels were the only real good guys around New Marais. They fought with Cole and helped in the fight against the Beast. Zack still didn't want to get involved with them. They would want him to become the new beacon of hope. That would paint a huge target on his back and he knew it. Zack wasn't selfish. Far from it. Ever since he saw that women die he kept his promise. He was a vigilante.

He helped people when they were getting mugged, attacked, injured, whatever. He helped them but made sure to keep himself safe. How could he help these people if he were to die at eighteen? He would be nineteen in a month at least. Zack stood and dusted himself off.

He was 6'1" with pale, snow white hair. Short on the sides and longer on the top. No facial hair. He was pale to the point where it looked like he was dying. He was skinny but had muscle on him. The most striking thing about him was his blood red eyes. He wore a red sleeveless hoodie that was unzipped and revealed his black under shirt that had red splotches on it. All along his arms were scars from where he had cut himself. But he had to. Not to cope, but to fight. Some had scarred over while others were scabbed or even still open and bleeding.

Zack was no stranger to pain now. Years of it had hardened him. His pants were jeans that were black at the top and slowly became more and more red as it went down. By the bottom they were blood red. He wore red converses with black laces. On his left hip was a machete. The same machete from when he found that dying women. It was covered in blood as he never cleaned it. That would ruin the whole point.

Zack took off and started jumping from rooftop to rooftop. He used the wires to help him and used his blood to help as well. He slid along the ground like he was on a bloody ice rink of sorts and sped up. He came to the end of a roof and made a blood puddle in from of him. When he hit it it launched him into the air and to the other roof top. He tucked and rolled to avoid hurting himself and continued running.

He heard a scream and saw a women being surrounded by two men. One had a knife. They were edging closer and had an evil air around them. Zack jumped off the roof and used blood to soften his fall. The two men turned to him and got ready to fight.

"Looks like that vigilante guy everyone's been talking about." Zack walked forward and drew his machete. Bloody Verdict. Zack was the judge, jury, and the executioner all in one. There was a police force but they either did nothing or were to corrupt or scared to do anything.

Zack walked forward when the man with the knife jabbed at him. Zack moved to the side and stabbed the man in the gut. Zack pulled him back and absorbed his blood. He then shot it at the final man. It wouldn't hurt to be shot with normal blood but Zack manipulated it. It was hot. Hotter than magma. It burned the man and he started to dissolve into a bloody pile. Zack reabsorbed the blood and turned to the, still frightened women.

"You're safe now." He sheathed his machete and used blood to launch himself up to the roof. He sped up to get out of the area. He doubted the women saw his face in the dark alley but he was afraid she would give his description away. Nothing he could do now. Nothing but get some food and relax.

Zack sat on the roof looking over the city square. He had his food laying around him and he just took bits and pieces from time to time. He was a slow eater and savored his food. Never know when your next meal is so you better get the most out of the one you have in front of you.

The man who trained Zack to steal told him that. Zack hated that man with everything he had. He almost ruined his life. But Zack moved on. Vengeance was not something he wanted to take him over. He had seen Bertrand and saw the anger and vengeance in that man. He hid it from the public but when he was behind closed doors he was a ticking time bomb. It didn't help that Cole had trashed his boats with the ice Conduits on board before it left the harbor.

The fact still remained that Zack was content with where he was right now. He heard foot steps behind him and shot up while drawing his machete. He saw a women with brown hair and a pink shirt staring at him. She wasn't scared but she wasn't threatening him so Zack sheathed his weapon.

"Who are you?" She grinned and gestured for Zack to follow. He was cautious but did as she asked. They walked along the connecting rooftops in silence before she finally spoke up.

"I have been hearing about what you've been doing around New Marais. It reminds me of Cole. He saved me from the swamp monsters a couple years ago. He worked with my uncle after that. You're brave just like him. When the Beast attacked I-I lost both Cole and my uncle." She stopped and looked at the town square in thought. Zack said nothing and just waited. She turned back to him and he saw she had tears forming.

"It was hard. They were both fantastic men. To lose them both on the same day to that monster was hard. The world is almost empty of good people let alone Conduits. People may believe you are bad. But I've seen the good Conduits can do. I know not all are good, but the same could be said for normal people."

Zack wasn't sure where she was going with this. But, he listened out of respect.

"Is there something you need to tell me ma'am?" She smiled at him and pointed to the square.

"What do you see down there?" Zack looked and couldn't help the smile crossing his face. While most of New Marais was a war zone this was a calm place now. Flowers were blooming and people were singing and dancing together.

"People...living happily together. Free of fear and war." The women had started to cry a little.

"You are just like McGrath." She wiped away the tears and looked at Zack.

"I want to make sure that all of New Marais can be like this again. I want you to help me and the others. I know you prefer to stay hidden away, but this could be achieved if you help us. Please." Zack looked back at the square and sighed.

"Very well. I just ask that you have me do small scale things. Bryce is hunting down what's left of me and my kind with a vengeance." The women nodded to him and smiled warmly.

"I can do that. Thank you." She released the young Conduit and left him up on the roof. Zack looked back at the square and then drew his machete and looked at it.

"For you. I may not have known you but you asked me to help people. This is the best way I can. I'll be damned if Bryce is going to stop me." Zack sheathed the machete and went down to the square. He walked around and enjoyed the peace it gave off. He saw a guitar sitting on the grass. He knew how to play but didn't know if he should. He hadn't played in a while. He used to when he begged for money.

"Ah what the hell." He picked it up and started to strum slowly. Nobody noticed and Zack didn't care. A little girl walked up to him and folded her hands behind her back and listened. Zack gave her a smile and continue to strum. He made the song happy and giddy. Free of care. More people started to notice and Zack played a little louder.

Before he knew what happened more people joined in and some even brought instruments. It was like a small concert where everyone was invited to come. People started to dance and cheer. Zack was making up the song by this point but he honestly didn't care. He played because the little girl was smiling and dancing. This was why he did what he did. So people could live and be happy.

But like all things the song came to an end and people cheered. Some offered him money which he refused to take.

"You need it more than I do." The crowd disspersed and a man came up to Zack.

"I see you have my guitar." Zack took the guitar off and held it out to the man.

"I'm so sorry. I should have asked first." The man held his hand up and gave Zack a smile.

"Keep it. You can play it better then I can. Thank you." The man walked away and Zack just looked down at his new guitar. Wood and seemed fairly new. He put it on his back and walked back to his 'house'. In truth he just had a couple couches and a T.V. on a rooftop. He had seen Cole McGrath up on a roof one time. He and his friend were watching a cowboy movie and drinking beer together. Zack was up there mostly to watch the movie.

He had laughed when the two became drunk and passed out next to each other. He had left shortly afterwards. He liked the idea of living on aroof as it never really rained in New Marais. Zack took the guitar off his back and gently put it on a table. He flopped down on the couch and turned on the T.V. Nothing new was happening in the world. The world was finally quieting down for a while. He knew there would be feuds in the future but for now it was truely quieting down.

Zack leaned back on the couch and looked up. It was getting late and he wasn't in the mood for sleep. He got up and started to quickly make his way through the city to the bridge. On the other side was Flood Town. Ice goons and all. Zack knew there were people in there who could be in trouble to he stepped onto the bridge and walked across.

He came to the town and almost immedietly he saw someone laying on the ground. It was a little boy. He was bleeding from his leg. Most people would have called him a lost cause and left him for dead, but not Zack. He had learned what he could do with his powers. He put the kid on his lap and smiled when the kid opened his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" The kid groaned and Zack nodded.

"I bet that hurts. Here drink this." Zack pulled out his knife and cut his arm. He held it over the kids mouth and his blood drip in. The kid drank the blood like it was water until Zack stopped his blood from flowing. He looked at the kids leg and smiled when his blood went to work. He was a special blood type that he called GR. The universal giver and reciever. His blood was almost magical and when someone drank it then they could heal at a faster pace for a short time.

"That better?" He asked when the wound finally closed. The kid nodded and his eyes opened all the way.

"Can you walk?" He helped the kid up who nodded. He grabbed his hand and pointed at the multiple houses.

"Which one is yours?" The kid led him through Flood Town with certainty until they came to a house that was still in one piece. It wasn't nice but it was a house nonetheless.

"Thank you mister." Zack smiled and watched the kid go to the door. He knocked and Zack grinned as the door opened and a women came out and hugged the boy tightly. Zack pulled his hood up and walked away. He was smiling the whole time. That was why he did it. He traveled around Flood Town the rest of the night healing people or stopping Ice Gang attacks. He did run into a couple swamp monsters who were attacking a family of four. Zack killed the monsters and approached the family.

"Everyone ok?" The father was bleeding out of his arm but said he was fine. There wasn't any internal bleeding like the kid so Zack cut his own arm, much to the families horror and grabbed the man's hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm a Conduit. I'm going to heal you." The man held his arm forward and Zack rubbed his blood on the mans wound. It sealed shut and they all stared with gaping mouths.

"H-how can we ever thank you?"

"Just stay safe." Zack walked away smiling once more. He returned to his home and practically jumped onto the couch. He fell right asleep.

To him, last night was a successful night. He wished all nights were like that. Deep down he hoped that one day he wouldn't need to be out there fighting anymore. Maybe one day. But for now, he would fight. He would be like McGrath and save people. Make the world a better place, for normal people and any remaining Conduits both.