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Chapter 19: Miss me?: Third Person POV

With his family weighing on his mind, Mr M quickly wiped his face, adopted a cold facade and walked through the short hallway and out into a room that had been the arena for an intense battle.

Throughout the home, he could see the soldiers cataloguing and storing any documents and items they could find. Very quickly, Mr M was noticed by the soldiers, who all immediately stopped what they were doing and stood at attention.

"For the greater good!!" They all screamed in unison as they saluted, their eyes filled with fanatic adoration.

"For the greater good," Mr M responded as he took in the sight before him and relished in the unity for their cause.

A soldier separated from the rest and removed his helmet to show a smiling Russian man in his 50s.

"Comrade M, it good you here. How are you?" The man said excitedly with a thick Russian accent.

"I was enjoying my day off, so I am not in the mood for idle conversation, Andrei. Neither am I interested in improving your terrible English, so speak in Russian," Mr M replied in Russian impatiently before gesturing with his cane at all the damage surrounding the home. "I can see there was a fight here involving the freaks. Are they onto our plan? Are our facilities in Russia compromised?"

Andrei quickly adopted a severe expression and bowed his head apologetically.

"Apologies, Sir. I felt it was necessary to have a superior present due to the circumstances. We aren't sure what exactly happened or what was taken as we are still searching the lab. However, our current theory seems to point to someone breaking in and confronting Victor, who then activated the Baba Yaga protocol he has been begging us to endorse." Andrei responded in Russian as he began leading the way down into the oddly messy lab and pointing to a bodybag being removed. "We found that idiot Victor dead in some form of mummified state. I have always had my suspicions of that man, but him working on experimentation that was not approved by the Russian Chapter was unexpected."

Hearing those words, Mr M's face turned solemn, and he grimaced in disgust as Andrei led him to a creature lying on an operating table.

"We think this is his daughter and the product of his insubordination, Sir," Andrei said with disdain.

"To subject your own child to such horrors. I never knew he was capable. Regardless, we can't change the past. Did he succeed?" Mr M said as he observed the body of Ana before adopting a look of interest when he noticed a piece of paper on her chest. " "Miss me?" Is that something the assailant left us?"

Andrei nodded his head and moved closer to observe the note.

"We assume the attacker left it since it is in English and the writing does not match Victor's. We are currently unsure as to who the note is referring to. Regarding the specimen, it does seem Victor was close to perfecting her, we have not found his notes yet, but we believe she could be made functional again with time if the leaders of each Chapter agree to it," Andrei answered as Mr M began to circle Ana's body. "The men were waiting for you to arrive before we transported her back to the Chapter base in Moscow, Sir."

Mr M nodded in response before turning to face Andrei, who gestured for some nearby soldiers to take Ana's body away.

"Is that all you know, Andrei? We may be friendly, but do not presume that my kindness allows for failure." Mr M stated calmly.

"Unfortunately, we have failed to find any information on the freak that did this, Sir. We tried accessing the home network, but the server and the cameras were all destroyed," Andrei said as he bowed his head in defeat before looking up angrily. "I even tried contacting Chemenko for help, as this is near one of his facilities, but that shifty bastard is apparently dealing with an emergency. Before he hung up, I could overhear a man screaming something in the background about a red having escaped. Knowing him, it probably has to do with the colour of his tie for the upcoming election. How that has precedence in his mind, I don't know."

As Andrei talked, Mr M had been scrutinising the room and analysing the debris with a perplexed expression. However, hearing the last part, his eyes widened in shock, and he pivoted on his heel to face Andrei.

"Was it BCL-RED!!" He yelled agitatedly.

Andrei nearly fell backwards in shock before nodding in response.

"Fuck!! That idiot!! I told him to increase security on that compound. That racist piece of shit probably killed Victor. I know he was involved in experimenting on him in the past. It's why I liked the fucker so much. That bastard Chemenko probably used the funds I gave him for some other bullshit," Mr M mumbled to himself before looking at Andrei sternly. "Get Chemenko on the line now and tell him I know and will deal with him later. Take everything here and make sure there are no traces of Victor's work. We have to assume the worst and act accordingly."

Mr M clenched his jaw tightly at the implications of this revelation. If Soldier Boy had compromised this lab, everything the organisation had worked for in Russia and worldwide could be at risk.

As his mind raced, he suddenly realised why something felt off about the surrounding mess. It seemed too organised and deliberate in how it was displayed around Ana's body.

"Stop!! Don't move her body!!" Mr M screamed too late towards the soldiers who had just lifted Ana's body off the table, revealing an almost invisible wire that led to a large box in the corner.

With Ana removed, the wire was broken, and a domino effect arose. Numerous objects and debris began falling.

In seconds a hole concealed behind a pile of scraps appeared and exposed a hidden room with even more items falling inside.

A few minutes passed as everyone waited with bated breath for something to happen.

"I guess I was wron.." Mr M began saying before Ana's body suddenly swelled and exploded all over the room, killing the two soldiers that had picked up her body and covering everyone except Mr M in guts, blood and pieces of metal.

He was fortunately left clean and uninjured as he had quickly activated a function on his cane that produced a circular force field around him.

Deactivating the shield, he watched with gritted teeth as a piece of the note flitted across the room and fell onto his shoe. Seeing it brought back memories he thought were dealt with.

"I'll find you, and when I do, this time, I'll ensure your torture is done under my care," Mr M whispered before kicking the paper aside and walking past the dazed Andrei. "Don't bother calling Chemenko. I'll handle this myself in person. You deal with this mess and then prepare yourself for a long conversation about the proper way to sweep a building!!"

Andrei wiped some spleen from his eyes and, with a fearful look, nodded and bowed before turning towards the other soldiers and screaming at them to move their asses.

With extremely pressing matters on his mind, Mr M exited the cottage and walked past the villager's dead bodies, their faces visibly contorted in fear and pain. He glanced momentarily at the body of a small child clutching his mother's dress but quickly turned away to watch heartlessly as his men worked to cover any trace of their involvement.

Seeing Francis organising some large equipment, he angrily walked over, ignoring the salutes along the way.

"Finish what you are doing. We are leaving. Chemenko let BCL-RED escape and has yet to report the matter. I need to make that idiot remember who he works for," Mr M spat with fury as shock crossed Francis's face. "Whilst I talk to him, you need to find where that freak went, is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir. Everything here is ready for a Quake Clean, and the Claw-1407 is already prepped for take-off," Francis said quickly as he led the way back to the helicopter, his face filled with nervousness and his eyes darting towards the surroundings. "He wouldn't be nearby, would he sir?"

"No, Francis. I have studied him more than any other man alive, and I can tell you one thing, he is not the type of man to lay low. He has most likely already left for America. Knowing him, he will soon show himself dramatically and violently," Mr M replied, his eyes betraying that his mind was transported to a different time, he quickly shook his head, and a smile graced his lips. "Do not worry. He is a relic of a bygone era. No matter his strength, he will not survive the difficulties this century poses, and that will be our advantage."

Francis finally relaxed once they reached the Claw-1407. He opened the passenger door and waited until Mr M entered before quickly sprinting to the front and hopping inside the cockpit.

In seconds, they were airborne and flying away, crossing distances at a speed that would shock even supes. Mr M stared out of the tinted window at the disappearing hamlet as he accepted a White Russian cocktail from one of his servants. He pushed aside his terrible sense of unease that things would no longer be so smooth sailing. Maybe he was overthinking it. In less than a year, Russia would be theirs, and soon after, the rest of the world would follow. A new age was on the horizon, one without freaks. But that was something he would have to worry about in the future. Right now, he had just under half an hour to kill, and he knew just how to do it.

"Now, where did we leave off?" Mr M said with a smirk towards the now nude servants, who giggled as they removed his shirt.

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Authors note

Hi all, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Don't worry, If you aren't a fan of my side chapters, you'll be happy to know the next few will be following Soldier Boy and his plan to take back everything he is owed.

Additionally, if you guys have any recommendations for an organisation name, let me know, and I might pick it as I'm currently drawing a blank.


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MM_Inferyes MM_Inferyes

Fun fact: The White Russian’s starring role in the 1998 Cohen Brothers classic, “The Big Lebowski,” catapulted the drink to cult classic status.

Ingredients

- ½ cup cream or milk

- 1 fluid ounce coffee flavored liqueur

- 1 fluid ounce vodka

- 1 cup ice

Chapter 20: Journey across Manhattan

With it being early morning, it didn't take me long to reach the outskirts of Manhattan. The real issue started when rush hour began and the roads filled up with cars.

Surprisingly in a very non-New Yorker manner, I wasn't complaining about the traffic. In fact, I was too shocked by the sight before me to notice the lack of movement.

As Ambroise, I had visited the Manhattan of 2023, and as Soldier Boy, I had lived in 1980s supe New York. However, the city I had just entered was in a world of its own that resembled an exciting blend of both and made me feel trepidation at infiltrating what many considered the utopia of change and opportunity.

Being the hub of Vought, supes were everywhere, way more than what was seen in the comics or show. Flyers were soaring rapidly through the sky, and speedsters were dashing through the streets. There were sounds of staged battles raging across the city and advertisements for supes of all kinds at every corner. There were even children running around using harmless powers such as forming bubbles or changing colour.

However, my interest quickly turned to anger when I noticed the lack of one crucial thing, me. I used to be the frontman, the beacon of hope for these people. Yet I was nowhere to be found. I was a forgotten relic with less air time than a C-list supe who looked like a literal son of a bitch.

'What the fuck kind of name is Dogknott, and what idiots are buying his shampoo?"

Whilst I may no longer be the same man I once was. My pride was something that no one or thing could take from me. Perhaps my past self would have been mad at the people. But now, all I could feel was hate for the ones who controlled it all, Vaught.

'I'll make sure they remember why I was allowed to do as I pleased.'

With their monopoly, they shepherded the general population. It was a shortlist of people that knew this utopian facade hid the perverted intentions of their precious supes, who did everything but the good they were worshipped for.

'I would change that.'

~Wow, is this our home, Sir?~ Jamie questioned in awe as he peeked out of my jacket to look at the sights of modern-day Supe New York.

"Yes, it is," I whispered as I looked down at his excited figure and let my frown turn into a smile.

There was no use in being angry, as very soon it would all become mine, and my name would be known to all, no longer forgotten or dismissed.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by two grating female voices resonating from a red convertible beside me.

"OMG, Bree, can you believe we were nice to that loser? So like, she thinks she's sooooo cool because she has powers now. All she does is play with actual poo, like it's sooooo grossssss," Stuck up bitch number one said as she adjusted the rearview mirror and applied lipstick to her puckered lips.

"I knowwwww, we did her such a huge favour, and she acted like we bullied her because we didn't want to do her liquid meth. Who would ever think we were bullies, Tiffany? Ugh, we are so unlucky. Even our vacay was so basic, like Hawaii is so last year. Next time let's go to Bora Bora," said Bree, AKA stuck-up bitch number two, as she scrolled through her phone.

"Defo, yes. Bora Bora is so in right now and so exclusive. We'll totally be the only ones from school there," Tiffany responded gleefully before adopting a sneer on her face and turning to Bree. "Speaking of exclusive, did you see what Lindsey wore on insta? Like, who does she think she is?"

"I was just looking at that. She's always trying to copy our style. It's giving patheti..," Bree answered as she raised her head before stopping like a deer caught in headlights when she noticed me sitting behind the wheel of the car next to them.

"Why did you stop speaki...Ew, what is that? Is that a crackhead?" Tiffany said with a disgusted look once she turned and saw me.

While annoyed at the comments from these pests, I ignored them as I realised that although I may be in newish clothes, they hardly fit my scruffy and dirty body that had only received a proper clean when I was waterboarded or drowned. Additionally, my lack of grooming, recent scuffle and cramped ten-hour flight probably didn't help.

"I think so. That's so gross. How did he even get a car," Bree responded before pinching her nose. "He smells sooooo bad too. Let's get out of here before we catch something."

"I know…OMG, look at that girl with him. She looks drugged. That's so sad. I bet the pedo kidnapped her or something." Tiffany said in an entitled manner whilst pointing at Dawn's sleeping body. "We should call the police and report him. Like, why do we have to deal with hobos in a first-world country?"

As a new man, I no longer cared to react to those weaker than me. However, the plan they were forming inside their little brains crossed the line I had in place.

'My patience has run dry.'

"Totally. That's so messed up. OMG, we should film it. Catching a pedo would deffo make everyone forget about poo girl," Bree agreed self-righteously before turning towards me as she began recording with her phone's camera. "Hey, you!! Leave that little girl alone. We already called the cops."

Something about the two girls tickled a part of my brain, I almost recognised them, but a sudden headache appeared again, making it impossible to focus. In the end, it didn't matter. I knew just how to deal with spoiled rich kids like this.

First, I looked around my surroundings to see if I knew where I was, and fortunately, I recognised the area.

Then, with a smirk, I broke Jared's phone in half and crushed each section into a metallic ball. Whilst I was enjoying the luxury of 21st-century technology, I needed to get rid of a phone that the police or, worse, Vought could trace.

As the girls continued to threaten me, I ignored their taunts and casually flicked both pieces out of my car window. The parts shot out, destroyed the recording phone and then ricocheted off the steering wheel and into each of their foreheads, knocking them out instantly.

'That shouldn't leave any permanent damage. Though, I doubt their brains could be more fucked.'

As they both slumped in their seats, Tiffany fell forward on the horn, arousing attention from nearby pedestrians and drivers.

'My cue to leave.'

With the situation resolved and the traffic finally moving, I casually gripped the leather steering wheel and turned towards my destination on Lexington Avenue. Right now, only one man could help make my plan come to fruition.

….....…

It took some time to arrive, but I had waited 40 years to escape. An hour in traffic couldn't ruffle my feathers at this point. Besides, I had the radio to listen to, and boy, was it interesting.

"…in other news, the small Russian town of Litsemeriye was decimated by a sudden localised earthquake last night. Out of a population of 857, none have yet to be found alive. The Russian presidential candidate, Josef Chemenko, had this to say on the matter - "Dear fellow Russians, the recent and tragic earthquake that devastated Litsemeriye has shown the urgent need for a strong and resilient society. We must invest in our infrastructure, emergency response systems, and military to ensure we are prepared for any eventuality. A return to the old ways would ensure equal sharing of resources and allow our proud military to act in times of crisis. Let us mourn for the lives lost and use this event as a catalyst for change…."

'Wasn't Litsemeriye the Russian town where I fought Victor and his daughter?'

I have no idea what organisation arrived at the village or why they would kill everyone there. All I knew was that they were more connected than I had anticipated.

'The Legend was always digging his paws in anything of interest. He should know something.'

With heavy thoughts, I drove the Impala into a side street by some dumpsters and shifted the gear into park. I took my hand off the wheel, let out a sigh of relief and looked at the building opposite.

'I fucking made it.'

There it was, perhaps aged and less elegant, but there was no way I would forget the times I had in that building.

I carefully undid Dawn's seatbelt and lifted her up as I removed the key and stepped out of the car.

"It's good to be home," I sighed as I took in the familiar scent of side alley piss and shit.

'New York smells just hit differently.'

Turning around, I closed the door and locked it before leaning close.

"I'll be right back, Baby. Don't have too much fun whilst I'm gone," I said with a smile before patting the hood and making my way out of the alley.

Suddenly an explosion of dust and broken tarmac swept over me as a figure in blue dramatically landed on one knee, his cape fluttering in the wind as if paid to do so.

Once the dust settled, my eyes instantly noticed a significant dent in the Impala, and a cold rage settled over me.

"I give you five seconds to beg before I put a dent of equal depth in your head."

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Authors note

Hi all, here is the first of the two chapters I owe you. I will be doing a poll to choose the organisation's name in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading, and once again if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism on the grammar and story, let me know in the comments.


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
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Fun fact: The Russian word Litsemeriye or ЛИЦЕМЕРИЕ translates to Hypocrisy in English.

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