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He'd left before Lana could come to. The knowledge of his ship and the town's...destruction would bring whatever weird superhero organization running. He'd left immediately after checking up on her and stabilising her condition. Leaving the eight year old beside the wreckage of his spaceship wasn't his brightest moment but he'd injected her with a suppressant to keep her under till help arrived. His decision may have been slightly influenced by the fact that her proximity to the ship would buy him some time before whoever found her caught on. He buried the guilt threatening to surface,convincing himself they would take care of her when they found out she was human-with a few DNA strands from his species of course. It'd buy him even more time before they figured out her identity as a fellow citizen however.
He jumped from branch to branch heading west of the town as fast as he could-which was pretty dam fast. It only took him a couple of minutes to reach the highway,from which he hitchhiked to the nearest town. He buried his regret and channeled energy into doing what he did best-surviving.
*end-of-scene*
A helicopter hovered above the former Briartown and a rope ladder was dropped. Six figures clad in black outfitted with all sorts of gear climbed down it. The leading figure stood apart from the rest,a bow of all things on his back.
"What in the world are we seeing here, Hawkeye?" one of the figures directed at the man with the bow.
Fragments of buildings, scattered body parts,glass shards and brutal destruction described the sight in front of the agents.
All of the forementioned agents were in shock,having expected to find the Unidentified Foreign Object that had been glimpsed piercing earth's atmosphere only to find the remains of the town situated near where it's location.
The agents separated beginning to search the rubble for survivors while Hawkeye contacted Nick Fury.
He'd accepted the situation more calmly than Clint had expected him to. In retrospect,it was kinda expected from him. Fury told him to investigate the UFO for any possible connections between it's arrival and the catastrophe. Clint left his fellow S.H.I.E.L.D brethen behin and made his way to the forest. He sighted the squad car but only after spotting vultures hovering over the bodies beside it. He inspected the bodies,disgust carefully hidden on the expert's face. The second seemed to have died from a bullet wound straight to the head and the other from one to the shoulder. He couldn't find the bullet from the cleaner kill neither could that of the other.
Hawkeye was dumbfounded,most killers wouldn't go so far as to retrieve the bullets to prevent tracing but this one had.
He changed his opinion upon further inspection and realised that the wounds had not been toyed with later,indicating that the bullets had simply...vanished. Another thought process was that the injuries were from energy blasts which would leave no projectile. He quickly shut down that train of thought,the size and similarity of the injuries to what he'd dealt with was too glaring a loophole. He left the corpses and headed through the forest heading to the obvious location of the ship. Made obvious by the telling signs of it's crash.
It took him a couple more minutes before he stumbled on it. The ship didn't disappoint, an obvious diamond shaped structure even in it's state. A state which was remarkable for an object crashing down at such speeds,it was obviously more durable than any common earth metal. He tore his eyes away from the spaceship,spotting a small curled up figure some paces away from it. He cautiously approached it,drawing an arrow and aiming it at the figure. He breathed a sigh of relief upon finding the obviously human figure unconscious. He stayed on guard though,Thor an ally though he was had also appeared very much human too. Checking her life signs,he confirmed her unconscious status before laying her head back carefully again.
He removed a reading device and approached the ship again. The expression on his face was telling,a scientist he was not,but the energy readings from the ship were way lower than they had any right to be.
"That was a job for the relief team" he thought,shrugging.
He was buzzed soon by one of the other members of his team.
"Yeah?" he asked,stilling himself for the information that his squad was sure to have gleaned.
"We're done investigating the site,sir" the female speaker at the other end said,voice lingering questionably at the end.
"Is that all?" Clint asked.
"No,sir" the agent took a deep breath before continuing. "There seems to be a foreign substance in their blood,sir!" she said.
"..." he remained silent,waiting for further info.
"It's green,sir" the girl finished and Barton's eyes widened.
*end-of-scene*
In a dark basement,six teens gathered,four standing in a circle around the body of another while the last held a thick book with a black cover in her hands. The body in the circle was placed in a circumscribed triangle. The teen's arms were crossed in the popular dead man pose.
One of the teens spoke up at that moment,his voice faltering as he did.
"I-I don't think this i-is a very good idea..." he said,stuttering slightly.
"It's just a bit of fun,the one with the book said. It's not really possible to call up Satan,he doesn't even exist" she joked.
"Unless you're chicken?" she voiced.
The boy quieted,linking his hands with the others,a clearly unwilling participant in the morbid ritual occurring. They all drew knives,cutting their palms and spilling a few drops onto the boy in the circle. The leader spoke up,chanting in some foreign language while the already dim lights started flashing erratically.
The boy gasped and tried to unlink his hands but stopped when the leader's glare was fixated on him. The other teens chanted along sans the one in the middle. The nervous boy joined and they chanted the verse for a few minutes before the lights slowed in their flashes and stopped completely.
They stopped the ritual,awaiting the actions of the teen in the middle.
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The tension was cut as he shot up laughing and the other teens also laughed except the nervous teen who realised that he'd just been pranked. He soon joined in in the laughter nervously and all was right with the world.
Sometime later,somewhere in the same town, a scantily dressed female figure hobbled along. She swore obviously agitated at her lateness,she was done with her unsavory duties and was heading home in the early hours of the morning. She'd wrapped herself up in her cloak to avoid further approaches from any potential client.
A man cut her off as she was about to pass by an alley,clutching her arm and pulling her in.
She swore and tried to pull free,the point being "tried" of course. Her attempt was not successful.
"Sorry,asshole. I'm done for the day." she said as she struggled.
Her eyes widened as she saw the glint of steel. She never had a chance to voice a scream...her neck was slit and she was choking on her own blood before she had the opportunity... a moment passed before she slumped over dead.
The figure bent over her...and spent a couple of minutes hovering over her rapidly cooling corpse. He withdrew from the mutilated prostitute,a blood covered kidney in hand.
*end-of-chapter*
AN:
Next chapter, we make the first addition to Siluet's rogue gallery and more.
Catch it in the next edition of...nope,not doing that.
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-CrimsonKing123