Bonesaw smiled. The two identical figures in front of her blinked.
Why didn't she think of this sooner? People had similar DNA to the people they were related to. So she could use that DNA to clone completely different people to those she had the DNA for!
Then she just needed to go through relatives until she found a descent Parahuman, and clone them.
When combined with her Future DNA project, which allowed her to clone future versions of the people she had DNA for, she could get clones that had experience that the originals didn't have!
Which was why she had two highly-skilled, ridiculously-overpowered Strangers in front of her, despite the original only having been Parahuman for a few wee-
Wait... Who was she talking about? She could have sworn...
Clone One looked at Clone A.
"So... Wann go troll the fuck outta Regent?"
Imp Clone A looked at her 'Twin.' "Took the words right outta my mouth."
Siberian sipped her tea.
...Nope. Hero's Skull doesn't make a good cup, either. Maybe Alexandria's?
It has to be good for something...
Siberian shrugged, backhanding the projectile that some Cape was throwing at her.
The moon shattered into dust at Siberian's touch, and the Cape responded by throwing an asteroid belt at her.
Siberian smiled. Finally, some fun.
Mannequin pressed the button on his Orbital Doom Laser, incinerating Alaska in a moment. The resulting heat wave also vaporised most of Canada. Millions dead in a moment, because one Tinker dared to think he could have a family and do Tinker work at the same time.
Idiot.
Bonesaw walked over to him, looking at the screen, showing the feed from his Orbital Camera.
"They died to quick." She said. "This is just like the painting contest we had. You can't just throw a bucket of blood on a canvas and call it art! It needs to have emotion, beauty, an- Mannequin, listen to me."
The Tinker formerly known as Sphere turned to volume up on his internal ipod, nodding at whatever Bonesaw was saying.
...Wait, why was she holding pink paint?
Grey Boy sighed. "This is seriously what I've been reduced to?"
Glastig Uaine nodded. "Yes. Now hurry, fix it."
Grey Boy sighed again, then waved his hand.
The burnt Steak rewound, and returned to a perfect amount of cooked.
Grey Boy turned to his Mistress. "You know, you should really learn to cook for yourself."
"I could." Glastig Uaine replied. "But this is more amusing. Now, be gone with you. Chevalier will be here for our date any minute now."
Jack Slash kicked the door down. "Here's Jack!" He declared, as the Orphans screamed.
The old lady in the middle of the Orphanage tilted his head. "Jacob?"
Jack frowned. "How did yo- Wait... Mom?"
Miss Slash smiled. "Jacob! Where have you been?"
"Uh..."
"How's your old friend, Harbinger?"
"He'd doing stuff. I'm doing other stuff."
"Oh." Said Miss Slash. "Your Serial Killer thing."
Jack Slash frowned. "Why are you being to...Not horrified with me?"
Miss Slash patted him on the head. "Oh, it doesn't matter how many people you kill. You have the smallest kill count out of all of your friends, and your power is kind of pathetic compared to, say, Crawler. Did you here about what happened when he fought Lung?"
Danny Hebert frowned as the earth ruptured.
A cut ran from North to South, going from horizon to horizon. A moment later, another cut, East to West, appeared.
Then, a thousand more cuts, each going a different direction, burst from the ground, utterly destroying the planet.
As Danny died from oxygen deprivation, he heard a cry.
"Who's power is pathetic now!"
Scion blinked.
Oh, this shit again. Why did these people keep breaking this planet?
A wave of his hand later, and the many atoms that were once the planet Earth, all of which were now separated, put themselves back together.
Were those people having fun, destroying this planet? Lung, Nilbog, Ash Beast and Jack Slash had all done it. Maybe he should try...
"Help! My kitten is stuck in a tree!" Cried a young girls voice.
Scion snapped out of his thoughts and went to help.
...What was he thinking of, again?
Meh, probably nothing.