by GoozX and T5
Nevada:
"Subject: Cicciotto. Dangerous and unstable. We have to move fast. You never know when his powers are going to manifest. This is a red alert, code 692." The doctor suddenly paused as a gun was put to his head. "Mr. Ciccotto, this is all for your protection," he pleaded.
BANG!
The bullet ripped through the doctor's skull, splattering blood all over the steel walls of the hallway. The three other doctors turned, but it was too late. They received the same fate: one bullet to the head. Ciccotto got to his feet and morphed into Agent F7. He moved down the hallway, setting up explosives. Finally, he used a small laser on his belt to create a quick exit. Waiting for him on the other side was an army of guards. Without any words, they all fired, bullets from all sides ripping into his body. Pain. Blood. Just before his last breath, he pressed a small red button on his control belt.
"For Mandelovia..."
The lab exploded in a fiery blaze, killing or severely injuring all of the guards and destroying a good portion of the huge MCCA compound.
Chicago:
Agent Turner was watching as the police and medics covered the area. But it was no use: the damage had been done.
Mass murder. A meta with the power to "blow up heads." Sick. Very sick. Other people helpless, turned into livestock. The news is gonna love this, all right. They will eat it up. Make the public scared to even go out of their homes. Sick. They are just as bad as the crazy meta that did this damage.
No trace of him anywhere. No gene residue. This sucks. I'm blind, hunting down a mass murderer who could, at any moment, "blow my head up" or worse. This really sucks.
As Turner watched over the streets from high above, something hit him. A surge of pain ran through his head, knocking him off his feet. Luckily, he fell onto the roof instead of thirty stories onto the hard pavement. He had a last thought before passing out: Third blackout in recent weeks... something is wrong. Something is ser...
Somewhere in Malaysia, a military compound exploded and a lonely figure covered by smoke and ash walked out of the raging inferno. He came to a stop, and his two white, glowing eyes looked up into the heavens.
"A disturbance..."
A tugging feeling made him think about America: a desert. He saw a man's head explode, and a laughing mouth with laughter colder than ice.
"The enemy..."
Silently, he used his telekinetic ability to pull a chair out of a Jeep, and sat down on the chair. He then flew east, toward the west coast of the United States of America.
I head out to the Nevada desert and hover over it for a few minutes. There, an abandoned silo will be perfect as a place to call home. I concentrate and let hellfire pour out of my mouth and cleanse the place.
Now what? Allies... I need allies to battle this evil that kills innocent beings without reason. Or... does it have a purpose yet unknown? Sitting down, I let my thoughts wander across the ether...
Imagine the tension of a metal pipe bending. That was the way the being known only as Naecken felt when he reached out, searching for a few good souls to help him in his quest to stop the evil menace.
Eyes closed in concentration, he now sensed six noble souls close by. He called out to them: "Join me, come to me... Come to the desert... to the desert I will take you!"