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“bones..my bones they were fucking broken they were fucking broken..”
Milo was saying to himself out loud he remembered the pain he was feeling only moments ago, the sound his bones made as they broke beneath his skin and the cold of blood that was running from the broken skin. Then he quickly looked at his hands thinking about how he could feel glass piercing his skin as he escaped, Milo began to breathe harder and eyes widened now looking at his already scared over hands, legs and arms that should still be bleeding as well as moving his legs that had just been snapped in half.
“O fuck..I fuck..I fucking got powers..fuckin shit” he began muttering to himself
realizing that as crazy and demented the things they were doing to him had worked he could only chuckle at the situation he was now coming aware of. Henry came to his mind wanting to tell him all the crazy shit that just happens wanting to hold him and laugh with him, tears started to build in his eyes as he began both laughing and crying putting his hands to his head remembering why he went thru this to begin with.
Milo had finally calmed down and despite his lack of exhaustion he decided to go to bed for the night and let this all soak in as he slept, he closed his eyes as he crawled into his bed not being able shut his brain off as it was already playing out scenarios in his head about if they’d come after him relising he was now powered or if they’d not care enough to even bother.
He fell asleep after what felt like forever and dreamt of himself in fights being hit over and over again and his wounds healing, Henry was also the subject of some of Milos dreams melting in with the ones of him fighting causing a scene of Milo looking on as Henry was killed again and again. He woke up at the crack of dawn in a sweat and his chest heavy with the lasting image of Henry being killed and Milo being powerless and defenceless, but Milo wasn’t powerless not now at least he could heal and he could heal fast he wasn’t sure if these powers were a long lasting thing or not but now Milo had a clear goal along with a feeling of no longer needing to worry about blood loss or death.
He wasn’t even sure if just any wound to his body would heal or if he was even capable of healing from an deadly shot to his head wich he had almost been a victim to long ago, Milo now had determination and vengeance running through out his veins wich may have been a dangerous combination a week ago but now he had no one who’d worry for him at home or someone he had to live for. He was eyeing his suit in the floor that he had practically peeled it off still coverd in dried blood and stood up to inspect it, it was ripped and torn Milo knew hed need an upgrade if he was going to go back out there in the night and especially now if he was going to do what he now intended to do.
His motive was clear and that was revenge for Henry by taking down every last one of the trafficking organization down untill he got to the boss, the one he knew was responsible and was the one to give Henry the last strike on his chest.
Milo sat up in bed and threw on an old pair of pants and baggy shirt after taking a shower that once again was needed after bieng coverd in blood now twice in the same week, sitting at his small desk in the bedroom he thought about everything he already knew about the traffickers when his thought to pull out his old police radio he had stolen that he hadn’t used in months. The radio turned on already detailing a crime going on only igniting the determination in him more as he opened his phone to go over any contact he had that could get him any tough material for a suit or a weaponry to get a hold of, only having a few knives he could use at his disposal and an old bat he knew he couldn’t just carry around he settled on his ex con friend who once ran with a weapons trafficking gang.
He knew the irony of someone who does what he does to reach out to a criminal like that but his friend had since retired and repaid every debt showing remorse for what his type of dealings could do in the wrong hands, Milo didn’t completely trust him considering he knew this friend was still in some communication with his old crew but this was the easiest way to go.
After putting out some calls he only had to wait for his friend to contact him and untill then he had to figure something out for a suit as his old outfit was ruined and not practical, Milo now running on his fifth cup of coffee had went and bought endless bits of material like nylon and leather and bought a cheap sewing machine with sewing materials. He had an basic concept in his head aiming for a simple full suit staying with his signature green color and sewing his black bandanna into it so he no longer had to worry about losing it, leaving slim pockets everywhere that he’d be able to reach for a weapon with ease and he had also attained a pair of fingerless leather gloves that he had used in the past but thought they’d be to showy but now had hoped it was something people would remember about his new ‘persona’.
Milo had now been up for one day only starting to feel exhaustion now as he finished his suit as well as waiting for calls, he also still felt uneasy when ever he’d hear someone walk past his apartment door just waiting for it to be Ajax or someone to take back what was there’s.
The suit was done and Milo stared at himself in his mirror a dark green full arms length mix of latex, leather and nylon outfit with a face covering, multiple hidden compartments for blades and black smudged eye makeup stared back at him, he smirked slightly before reaching for his small thigh knife and cut a small sliver into his skin and watched it heal just as fast l giving him more assurance of this being the path he was ment to go on.
The police radio quickly took his attention speaking of possible drug deal in a old storage building, this peaked Milos interest as the buildings location was one he had visited before interrupting a large cocaine trade before the police had even known about it and had the chance to go in guns blazing as usual. He grabbed any blade he had laying around and brought a kiss to his fingers before putting them to a picture of Henry and slipping it in a pocket, he slipped out his fire escape window and went down into the street making his way to his destination keeping in the shadows of surrounding buildings.
The large run down building came into view and Milo could see two figures standing around the outside and knew there was most likely more inside, he peered thru a partial coverd up window and saw two more inside and a large palate of packages of white substance. He acquired a large brick from the ground and quietly rounded the corner to the two figures standing outback, swiftly he brought it down to one the man’s head and before the other could react Milo took the brick to his head also.
Milo checked there pulses ensuring they were still breathing and grabbed for his own blade dropping the brick and grabbing the door the figures had been standing infront of, he was glad the door didn’t squeak as it opened and the two inside hadn’t been made aware of his presence. Milo gripped his blade in his hand made is way to some standing plywood that was close enough that Milo could surprise them and also keep himself hidden, he put his hand to his chest where had the picture of Henry hidden in and took a breath before striking.
Milos breath hitches when a third man came into view sporting a all to familiar tattoo on his neck, an x with two lines ran thru it had laid on the man’s neck as if it was trying to get his attention this only adding fuel to the fire that he was feeling inside. He decided to make his presence known and walked to the back of one man taking the hitch of his knife and striking knocking him unconscious cousing the second one two reach for a a gun at his hip but Milo reacted quickly and swung at the man’s head knocking him out, Milo was now staring daggers into the man with the x tattoo who was now standing across from him with a gun in hand pointed at him.
“ I wouldn’t..it would couse to much noise”
Milo said as he eyed the man and held his knife in his hand his knuckles turning white from the grip, the man with the x grinned and put his gun away settling for a large knife from a holster advancing towards Milo.
Milo ducked a swipe the man made and punched him in the gut twisting the man arms behind and putting his blade to the man’s neck,
“tell me who you work for and you don’t have to tell your boss one guy soiled your little drug deal”
Milo said hoping the man cared enough to not wanna die,
He no longer even cared about the drugs he wanted information now and he was going to get it how ever he could. The man in Milos grip chuckled and kicked at his leg knocking Milo off balance and swiping at his face, red engulfed vision as the blade had went and struck down next to his eye cousing pain to engulf around his face but he had kept focus as the man advanced again. He swiped making a gash to the man’s stomach and Milo took the chance to jump on him straddling over the man gripping his arms above his head the blood from the cut on his face dropping into the man below him,
“tell me and I won’t leave you to bleed out” he said in a growl
as the man tried to get out of his hold getting an advantage on Milo he pushed him off over his head and swiped at Milos leg making a clean cut.
Blood was leaking from two cuts Milo had now attained but he kept his stance and punched at the cut he had given the man cousing him to double over, Milo pinned the man to the ground again holding his arms in his back and leaning knees on the man legs.
“Vincent..his name is Vincent, I’m just a lackey for em man I’ve never met em”
the man under Milo said as he winced from pain,
Milo grunted as he felt defeated that this was all he could find out but hope that this was more than he had known a day ago. He brought the man’s head to the ground knocking him out as well as gently cutting at the x tattoo hoping to leave a scar big enough to send a message and began to drag the men’s body’s outside noting that the two from when he first arrived were waking in groans, he heard sirens coming and took this as a sign for him to flee with a slight limp and pain still shooting from the wound on his face and leg. Milo made his way home and climbed up his window before sliding inside and shutting it behind him, he balances against the wall as guide himself to he bathroom as one of his were eyes bieng obstructed from blood and peeled off his suit leaving it in the tub for him to wash later.
Once sat on the edge of his tub he cleans the cut on his leg and sees it already healed and goes to clean his face wound next, as Milo wipes it clean he notices blood still sleeping out the wound that should be healed like his other one. He looks at his reflection with the still bleeding but cleaned cut across his face going from the corner of his brow across his nose and cheek
“heal you fucker”
Milo shouted at himself in annoyance, after seconds he grabs for a first aid kit and uses stitch bandaids across the cut feeling frustrated at himself for possibly assuming too soon that his powers made himself invincible. Looking at his face in the mirror he grunts as he accepts his powers arnt as heightend as yet and he thinks to himself that it’s just another scar he’s gonna have to have, he runs the shower over his suit and himself to get both cleaned at once and feels the stinging pain on his face making him more angered and watches blood go down the drain.
Milo once settled in his room drying his hair with a towel and slipping on some boxers hears his phone ding from the side table,
‘in a rush to get back out there are we’
reads the text from an unknown number but before Milo can respond another text comes thru
‘don’t worry rush, we’ll leave ya alone for now -A’ ,
‘Ajax’ Milo thinks to himself before smirking at the text that’s sent with a superiority feel to it.
He says to the text on his screen
“o I can’t wait to you again” sarcastically and deletes the text off his phone throwing it to the side trying to ignore the slight feeling of unease,
‘rush?..I like it’ Milo thinks as he lays on his bed feeling at the still painful cut on his face
“rush”.
End…..for now