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The city streets were, for perhaps the first time since construction, completely empty. Not a soul was found scampering to work or flooding the plazas. All the shops and restaurants had their doors locked up and the blinds drawn shut, but all the cars left vacant in Anaheim's parking lots gave away the humans in hiding. The enormous television suspended over town square was broadcasting a story about a rogue apath now wreaking havoc in Anaheim, with no casualties so far but a great deal of property damage.
Bellatrix was slinking down the middle of the road while twirling a baseball bat in hand, humming a chipper tune to himself. He would sometimes pause to smash in a window or beat down the headlights of one of the numerous cars parked along the sidewalk, though it seemed he was going out of his way to leave the red ones alone. Judging from his equally bright red hair, he was probably just partial to the color. The man let out an irritated sigh before bringing the bat down onto another car's windshield, muttering something incoherent under his breath.
This was Anaheim, right? This was the origin of Sceptor, where only the toughest and the bravest were sent out after rogue apaths? Where was the action? Where was the cavalry? Bellatrix had crept up from the Underworld purely for the sake of finding some stronger guys to fight, so if he was left out in the cold, he just might have to give Anaheim some real danger to worry about. Beating up on guys in the Underworld was all fine and dandy, but by now he'd already beaten everybody worth fighting. Right now, he only had eyes for Sceptor.
Bellatrix recalled his very first encounter with these elite apath hunters fondly. He never did get the name of his opponent, but names are never the important part. Up until that day, Bellatrix had never lost a fight so spectacularly. That Sceptor guy was stronger than anybody he had ever faced before, and the very idea that there might be more people equally strong got his blood pumping. Only this time, he was going to be on much more equal terms. This time, Bellatrix wouldn't lose.
That is, if anybody ever planned on showing up. He'd been rampaging for almost forty minutes, and not a soul made even the vaguest attempt at trying to stop him. Maybe it was his approach...? Maybe busting up a few metal heaps just wasn't crazy enough....It's not like Bellatrix had any interest in kidnapping or going after the townies. Still, maybe an even bigger stunt would light a fire under those guys at Sceptor.....Bellatrix slung the bat over his shoulders, pausing his rampage to come up with something more...villainous? Chaotic? He didn't quite know himself, nor did he particularly care.
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