Hey guys, so I wanted to write a Septiplier fan-fiction to test my writing skills a bit… but… my computer had other plans so in the end I scraped the Idea. I can't really write romance all that good anyways so it's probably for the best. (If anyone reading this decides they want to use the concept I will write it down in the description cause I seriously want to see what you can come up with) Now on to the reason you're reading this in the first place… After completely scraping my Septiplier fan-fic and then a 'quick' pity party on my inability to stick to one thing I sat there and thought well not all fan-fictions have romance so that's what I'm going to do. And depending on if you guys like it or not I'll continue and see where it goes. Anyway thanks for reading now onto the story.

-Character is thinking to them selves-

How to deal with abandoned shadows

Mark's POV

Stepping forward my heavy boots shatter the glass beneath them. "What exactly are you waiting for?! You KNOW you're not going to get any information so just kill me already." I continued to walk forward un-phased the man in front of me would have looked average with his brown hair and non-descriptive facial features if it weren't for the calm smirk painted on his lips. – well THAT and seemingly gray blood that oozed from every cut and open wound on his body– his mask finally shifted as soon as I was 6 ft away from him still silent while I reach a gloved hand into a pouch attached to my left hip. The man's confident facade predictably drops as his eyes make contact with the black substance I pull back out.

"Don't. You Fucking. Dare." His voice holding less weight with every word he spoke I reach forward to apply the inky black to his skin when a sudden gust of wind brushed past me. –Damn it – running back out of the dead end alleyway I scrape the substance back into its pouch and proceed to reach for my trusty earpiece. "Warfstache to HQ." After a few moments of silence I receive an answer. "HQ to Warfstache what's your twenty?" I roll my eyes at the familiar voice at the other end but continue with my task there's no room for error.

"Pursuit in progress, target is headed down route B." Jumping into my jeep I waste no time starting up the engine and throwing my foot down on the gas pedal. "We've alerted the team on route B. Continue to engage and update any changes" "understood." Flying down the road I finally catch up to my target his leg barely visible to the eye. Driving up behind him I turn on the bright setting for my headlights temporarily blinding my target long enough to get up beside him.

Using one hand I pull out my gun and shoot out the leg closest to me. "Warfstache to Team beta, target has been disabled five clicks from your station. Requesting assistance in capture; standing by." Getting out of the jeep I jog over to where the inhuman staggered off to with my gun in hand. Reaching my destination I can see my target struggle to get off the ground before making eye contact with me; training my sights on his other leg I briskly skirt closer careful not to get too close. "Well shit, and here I thought I would get away. You're really no fun are you?" The inhuman said in the most sarcastic tone possible with a bullet hole through his leg the last part being more of a statement than a question.

After a moment of contemplation I gather all my thoughts and allow myself a shot right beside his good leg. Immediately he threw his hands in the air with a screech before giving me a firm glare. "Fine, can't take a joke I see…" pulling the hammer of the gun back with a click in warning; I spoke in a low rumbling voice. " I won't miss again." The 'man' only smirked at this just before putting his hands behind his head in an attempt to show surrender before lying down on the broken pavement.

Paying the action little mind I reach for my ear piece in order to report to HQ only for a kick to land square in my face forcing me to take a few steps back. Regaining my footing quickly I put hands out to guard of two more attacks before closing the gap between the two of us and going in for a hard punch to the guy's nose. My target leaned back in an attempt to dodge my advance narrowly escaping. –Oh no you don't!- in an instant I lurch forward and swipe his legs out from underneath him before grabbing both his wrists twisting them behind his back and pushing roughly between his shoulder blade ramming his face down into the crumpled rocks. As I pin him with my right knee to his lower spine a low whirring of a engine could be heard before a hover-quad could be seen flying directly over the scene.

A nasally voice was soon heard over a mega phone "Getting sloppy there I see Warfstache!" I rolled my eyes before getting to my feet and yanking the troublesome target up to his feet. "Shut up Muyskerm, I would have had it all under control if it weren't for 'shit head' here." I said nudging my head in the direction of the guy I still had a hold on… of course the inhuman chose at this moment to pull free of my grasp and try to make a mad dash for it as stifledsnickers could nearly be heard from the hover-quad. Letting out an agitated sigh I pull out my gun again and shoot his other leg just on the edge of his upper thigh causing him to hit the ground faster than you could snap your fingers rolling up into a ball griping at the shot wound. While walking up to the writhing body I put my gun away and give my two friends a deadpan glare before grabbing and pulling along his sorry ass onto the aircraft mumbling one last thing before knocking him out cold. "Told ya I wouldn't miss."

Okay so that's what I've got so far… Let me tell you I had a LOT of fun writing this and I might continue writing it but I don't want to spam you guys on something you don't want to read so let me know if you enjoyed it as much as I do. Thanks so much for reading~