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Virgil Hawkins sat in his room thinking. It's how he spent most of his time anymore. Sure he still went to school and helped out at the Center. And of course his alter ego still patrolled, but after the second bang, that didn't take as long as it used to. It left him with more and more time to contemplate what he had done. He had killed two people. Two! And he was Static. Static was the good guy. He wasn't supposed to kill them, just lock them up. But that thing, whatever it was… He still couldn't justify what he had done. The shock vox went off next to his bed shaking him out of his musings, Gear's voice, the only thing that could do that.
"Yo, Static! You are not going to believe this. They're back! V, man, answer me!"
Virgil sat staring for a moment before the panic in his friend's voice prompted him to action. "Gear, whose back?"
"Hotstreak and Ebon! I need you to get your mopey ass out here fast!" He yelped and cursed as he dodged some form of projectile.
"Be right there man. Just keep yourself safe 'til I can get there." Virgil quickly got into his Static costume powered up his disk and hit the air, following the tracking signal of his partner's shock vox. He made it to a seedy neighborhood near the docks. His mind was in shock at seeing the two people he had though he killed. They were still fused in a way; you could tell by the way they moved. They acted like they were still one, even though they were now separate beings. The second bang had affected them in the mind, because those men would never have worked together before. That was proved at the second bang when the tow got in a fight over who got the gas.
Static went from shocked to hero mode in seconds. "Gear, what happened?"
Gear brought Static up to speed as they fought and dodged. The two bang babies had emerged from the water at the docks and simply started destroy things. Gear had been on patrol when he saw this. The criminal metahumans had noticed him and started attacking him.
With the crime fighting duo working together again, Hotstreak and Ebon were eventually subdued and put in the metahuman wing of the prison.
Static and Gear remained with the police for a while to try and determine what had happened to the criminal bang babies. Gear did most of the talking while Static just simply watched his enemies that he thought I had killed. As much as Static was staring at them, he was the first to notice their eyes. They both should have had glowing white eyes with the way they were exerting their powers, but instead it was a deep red, the kind of color that reminded you of hell and demons. A shiver went down Static's spine as he realized what it meant. The villains weren't themselves. He turned to Gear and the police, "Something isn't right with them. Look at their eyes. I would blame the new color on the second bang, but my eyes don't go red and I was at the second bang. Mine still go white."
Gear and the police stared in mild shock. Gear was the first to gain his voice back, "I could maybe run a diagnostic on them. It might tell me what's up, but I wouldn't even know where to begin."
Static didn't listen to the protests as he went into the metahuman wing. He had to figure out what was wrong. Just because they were his enemies didn't mean that he wasn't supposed to help them. He was a hero, it was what he did. He ignored Ebon for the moment and went to stand in front of Hotstreak's cell. His whisper was barely audible, "What happened to you Francis?"
Hotstreak's head shot up to look straight at Static, and the red color faded for a moment to reveal the emerald green that Static knew was normal. "Help." Then the red returned and Hotsreak attacked with no regards as to the force field.
Static automatically stepped back. "I'm trying Francis, I'm trying." He started to walk back down the wing when his thoughts were interrupted.
Ebon was speaking to him, his voice strained as if he was fighting, "Hero, check out Alva." He screamed as his control was lost and he started attacking through the force field too.
Static's face warped in rage. Alva was the man who had started all of this, and had continued to be a constant pain in the hero's ass. And now, when he shouldn't even be involved anymore because the cure had been released, he was back to meddling. He emerged back to the main room, where Gear and the police were waiting. Static just barely managed to stay calm, "Keep an eye on them officers. Gear and I will get to the bottom of this. I'll meet you at headquarters Gear. I assume you want to start the diagnostic."
Gear nodded and watched worriedly after his friend as he flew away mad. He got the tests going and went after his friend quickly. He was heading to the gas station, but he noticed flashes coming from the junkyard instead. He detoured there first to see if he could calm his friend down.
Static was blasting cars trying to burn off some of his rage. "Stupid bastard. Can't stop meddling in anything, can he?" His complaints trailed off to incoherent mumblings as he continued blasting. He finally noticed Gear sitting unobtrusively waiting for him to calm down enough to be able to be talked to. "Why can't that bastard just stay out of the way? He was the one who ruined our lives initially. I just don't know what to do Gear."
Gear nodded, "I know what you mean. He's a hard man to go up against. I want to get him as much as you." Static missed the strange look of loss on Gear's face before he continued, "I got some initial results from the diagnostics I ran. There's something off with the bang gas in them. It's like it isn't completely dissolved or something. I don't quite know how to explain it to where you would understand. I need more to go on, but it's a start. Alva is the next step. And as much as I hate to say it, we should probably wait until tomorrow to go confront him. It may give him more time to prepare for a visit, but it gives us time to prepare as well." He put his hand on Static's should in some form of comfort, and left for the day.
Static couldn't take it anymore. Everything was just too much. He just collapsed where he stood, his mind returned to the past; trying to make sense of everything he was feeling right now.
A/N: The M rating will come later, just figured I would rate it for what it will be. Please Read and Review.
