Alex entered the apartment as if he owned the place. He pushed past Harry, and his leg's swung a little carelessly as we walked. He swung his arms lightly with each of his steps, and you could feel the confidence emitting from him.

"Nice place you got here. Y'know, I used to live in a place like this." He said, a smirk on his face as he does so. He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl Harry had left on the table, just as Harry shut the door, and slunk the chain lock into place. That's when Alex noticed Fetch, sitting on the couch, holding her coffee cup with both hands, staring at the turned off television. "Who's this pretty little thing?" He remarked, before taking a loud bite from the apple.

"Wait, wait, wait. Just who the actual FUCK are you?" Harry questioned Alex, now facing him. Harry was ready for a fight. There was a cloud of whitish grey dust surrounding each of Harry's hands.
"I told you. I'm Alex!" He cheerfully said, with far too much enthusiasm, before taking another bite of the apple.
Harry just sighed, before extending a large, sharp, shard of bone from each of his palms. "I can't be bothered with sarcy little idiots like you. Tell me why you're here, leave, or there will be issues." Harry growled. At this point, Fetch had put her mug down on the table in front of her and stood up, just in case they started exchanging powers in a violent manner.

"Don't worry there, sweetums." Alex said to Harry, not reacting to Harry's aggressiveness in anyway. "I'm here to help you. I mean, I followed you since the day I saw you." He said, taking another bite of the apple, before leaping up on to and sitting on the counter. Fetch had managed to maneuver herself through the room to be a bit closer to Harry, for tactical purposes in case of a fight. "I saw you get kidnapped by GOLIATH, and I saw that little 'squabble' you had with your boyfriend." He chuckled, speaking with his mouthful.

"See..." He said, jumping back off the table, "I have seen these GOLIATH goons before." He swallowed the mouthful of apple loudly, before pointing at Harry and Fetch, "And boy, they must really be after you two. They sent one of their strongest squads after you two. I think they were also meant to get that other dude... Devin? Damian? Oscar? Something like that." He chirped, before walking across the room and falling on to the couch. "They can see how strong your power is."

Harry slowly moved in front of Fetch as the man was talking, acting as a human shield of sorts. "How do you know this?" Harry remarked, the shards of bone retracting back in to his hands.

"Well, you see-" Before Alex could finish his sentence, the wall facing the street below erupted. The brick structure was decimated as a large, spiked concrete spire punctured it. The blast sent Harry back a few steps, causing him to reach out a hand to make sure Fetch didn't get hurt. Brick and rubble filled the room instantly, a cloud of dust kicking up into the air surrounding the area, before the concrete spire quickly exploded into dust.

"Leave the building." Shouted a deep, gritty voice. "Come out with your hands up and you may live. If you resist in anyway, we will proceed to open fire." Harry knew exactly who it was. It was the D.U.P. They had to have followed Alex here. Yet, Harry had already thought of a plan.

"Well, that's a way to get yourself noticed." Remarked Alex, in between his coughs from the dust.

Harry winked at Fetch, and at Alex, before shouting out to the D.U.P officers outside, "You're right. Too much blood has been shed. We're coming out."

Harry approached the hole in the wall first, to be greeted by an entire patrol of D.U.P. There were two standard D.U.P patrol vehicles, which were empty as the soldiers had left the vehicles. But, there were two D.U.P APCs, with each one of them having a man in the turret. Harry's plan may work. He leapt from the hole in the wall and landed with a thud. He raised his arms and walked forward, with all 23 soldiers aiming their rifles at him, and two turrets trained on him at all times. Next was Fetch, she did the same as Harry. She leapt out, put her hands up, and moved next to him. Harry and Fetch both dropped on to their knees as Alex jumped down, and landed with the remark "Rocky landing there boys...".

Harry had closed his eyes by this point. He was focussed on something, and Fetch could tell. She knew this was part of his plan.

Alex joined the other two by putting his hands up and kneeling down beside them.

"Alright, all 3 of you. We're going to cuff you to make sure you can't use your powers. If we see a single movement, we're opening fire." Said the highest ranking officer there, who was in a black robe that had yellow trimmings.

Fetch answered for all 3 of the Conduits by replying with a simple "Yes sir."

Harry's hands started shaking as he kept his eyes closed. Every soldier saw it. They presumed he was scared. So did Alex and Fetch. Boy, were they wrong.

All of a sudden, the two Soldiers manning the APC turrets lost control of their own bodies. Their limbs, their entire bodies moved autonomously, as if they were being controlled by something.

They were.

Both of the turrets span their aim off of the Conduits, and in to the center of the D.U.P convoy. The officer heard the turrets spin and shouted, "What are you doing!? Keep your aim on them-" The officer was cut off by Harry moving his index finger the slightest inch, causing both of the gunners to open fire on the Officer. They mowed him down in an instant.

"I can't control myself! I don't know what's happening!" One of the gunners said, before they both started firing on their own troops. The ground forces tried to fire back, but the attempt was in vain. The two gunmen mowed down their fellow soldiers against their own will.

Then they aimed at each other. They both began to shout things such as "I'm sorry, I can't stop this!" and "Oh god, what's happening!?" Before they both opened fire on one another, killing each other within seconds.

As soon as their bodies fell limp, so did Harry's. He fell face first on to the floor, and Fetch instantly moved to him and grabbed him, and she began to say his name, a sense of urgency and worry in her voice, "Harry? Harry, what's wrong?"

Alex got up and ran to Harry, dropping by his side. Alex put two fingers against Harry's throat, feeling for a pulse. "He's alive." Alex mumbled to Fetch.

"We have to get him inside. Something happened, and I don't know what it was, but it has done something to him. Something bad." Fetch said, worried for Harry's safety.