The heels of the white suede shoes hit the pavement in a fast rhythm, creating an unwanted patting sound. The chase was on and he needed to stay as quiet as possible. He turned an endless amount of street corners, hid under numerous dark alley-ways and passed through abandoned paths in between buildings just to try and shake them off his tail.

The poor man's suit was in tatters by now, and his limbs were aching. He began to slow down so he could hide behind the back of a building. He looked around and checked for anyone still following him. The coast was clear, for now. It was finally quiet and he let out a heavy sigh of relief. This man, Mr. Slytharn, had been chased for about 6 weeks now and tonight, the gang members had found his definite location and almost caught him. Luckily, he fashioned an escape but it only lasted so long. Everything was quiet, all that could be heard was the occasional howl of a dog or a click in the distant back ground. Slytharn gave himself a quick check over and just sighed, giving up. "Great, new suit to get" He cursed quietly, as he closed his eyes in annoyance and turned a sharp corner.

"That won't be nessercary", A voice uttered. His forehead met with cold steel as his eyes opened immediately. He looked straight into the demonic irises that held the threat to his face. A grin was wide across the man's mouth and he sniggered a little. "Gotcha", he chuckled deviously in his deep tone, not the same as the first voice that spoke. The "minion" with the gun stepped aside to reveal his master, and someone Slytharn knew too well. The very man he had spent 6 weeks trying to run from.

"The Humaniser", Slytharn spat in digust.

A tall man in a dark suit with a red and blue tie stepped forward, his square-shaped glasses coming into view that was perched on the end of his nose. His mouth rose in a smirk which pissed off Slyth further, "Now, now, Slytharn. There's no need for formalities", he spoke calmly.

Slytharn said nothing.

This man went by many names, his most common being "The Humaniser". This is due to his constant search for superhumans. He would seek them out, capture them, and some said he tortured them before killing them finally. He was a despicable man that was hated and feared among the super-humans just like Slytharn.

"Oh Slytharn, why have you been running away? It makes me sad when you do that" T.H. Pouted, in tone dripping in sarcasm.

"It makes me sad when you chase me" Slytharn retaliated, quite quietly. The Humaniser still heard it.

He chuckled, pushing his glasses up with a finger. "Come on gentleman, let's not waste time" He smiled, before putting his face close to Slyth's and then dropping his mouth into a frown "Take him".

The men behind him seized Slytharn's arms and pulled them behind him. Their muscle practically made them carry our victim to a large black car. Slyth was loaded into the back with two other henchmen and T.H. himself. With his command, the long black car pulled away from the scene and into the dark evening.

"How far do you think you could get Slyth-y?" The Humaniser asked, circling the man he had just captured who was bound by his wrists to the ceiling.

He was in a dark chamber with only a hanging lamp as light. It shone above him directly onto his pale skin. He was shirtless, only wearing his suit trousers which were full of holes by now. Humaniser had a sneer half the size of his face. He put his fingertips on Slytharn's side and ran them down a little, grinning mischievously at him.

"I have people working all over London yet you still thought you could get away" He spoke gently, before snarling and crashing his short whip against Slytharn's left chest muscle. Slyth let out a sharp but quiet gasp of pain. He bit back anymore sound behind his lip and Humaniser noticed.

"Oh come on Slyth-y, let it out. Let out your cries", He smiled, making his way toward him before whispering into his ear, "I want to hear you. After all, it's no fun if you're not crying out my name by the end".

Slytharn stared at him bitterly, which just made The Humaniser want him more. He put his first finger on his stomach and dragged it slowly down his body, before adding his other fingers and making his way to Slytharn's crotch. He prodded Slytharn's bulge gently at first which made Slytharn crumple up his face to hide any weaking he felt, but The Humaniser was wiser. He grasped it firmly and began to rub around in a clockwise motion. He whispered again, "You've heard the stories about me Slytharn. You know what I do", He purred, beginning to circle him again. "You've heard that I hunt down Supers and catch them. You've also heard that I torture them and eventually kill them" He announced, before coming close to Slyth's ear again, "Most of this is true. I do hunt supers and capture them, and I do bring them to my chambers. What you don't know, is that I, Narsic Grenouille, don't kill them... they die because..." He leaned in as if telling a secret, "They fall in love with me".