Columns of swaying gold, drifting back and forth across the waving vision. Bright light from above, warmth, the dawn brings hope.
Your time will come.
Pain's eyes slid open, slowly scanning the darkness around him. The damp, wet world of rock and stone, dirt and waste, hidden abominations that lay rotting, unseen deep underground, far away from the world they all knew. The endless cycle of life, death, decay, and regrowth did not last down here. Everything was dead, decayed long ago and compacted mercilessly to support the layers of happiness far above.
His body stirred, the black goo emerging and sliding over the pale skin that would have been seen if not for the utter blackness. The soft, warm shape of Temica against him stirred as well, if only to whimper out of fright from some nightmare.
"Heh."
The earth spread around him, allowing him to move more freely as he stretched, the goo finally molding around him completely. His long, black head bent low over the sleeping woman, tasting the sweet scent of fear that emanated from her naked form even while she was unconscious. What a piece of work. Her child would have been proud.
"I'm so sorry, love, but I have to go now." Pain whispered into her ear, the tip of his tongue flicking out and tracing the edges of her face. The woman flinched, murmuring something and curling tighter. "I'll be back soon though, don't worry." He grinned, then turned away, looking upwards as if to see the city far above him. Things were happening up there, he could feel it. Plans were made, battles were fought, friends were in peril. The Company would be here soon, and he'd have to prepare them a decent welcoming gift.
"Time to set things in motion."
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The dawn brought to Urbis not hope, but the sudden jarring sound of an emergency siren, echoing through the hills just outside the city, from the Ardent Hill Asylum and Penitentiary for the Criminally Insane. Gunshots and yelling broke out, followed by wild laughing the hurried thumping noise of many running feet.
Inside, chaos reigned, as inmates ran amok, mysteriously sprung from their cells. Guards everywhere lay dead and torn apart at their posts, killed by some unknown force. Weapons were stolen, windows smashed, bodies tossed into piles and kicked around to the sound of maniac laughter, and everywhere, a rough, growling voice spoke over the loudspeakers.
"... and join together, my brothers, in our fight against the monsters, the cretins and bastards that would hold us in tiny cells like freaks! We are not creatures, animals to be kept captive!"
The Bomber's voice continued to feed them propaganda as his gas-masked, hooded image flickered on every screen in the compound. The convicts and prisoners cheered their agreement, the strange man's words filling their muddled minds with hate and rage. They poured out the front gates, which had already been torn down, and stampeded out into the open space before them, where the greatest surprise of all waited.
"These are your tools, my brothers! Use them to their fullest and destroy the world of the sick, hypocritical bastards! Go!" The Bomber's voice rang out over the vast array of tanks, jeeps, guns, rocket launchers, and grenades, all laid out before the crazed convicts. They yelled and cheered, scrambling for the vehicles and weapons as The Bomber's voice egged them on.
As the fully armed contingent of merciless wackos rumbled down the road towards the city, the voice stopped broadcasting, and the image faded from the screens. Somewhere nearby, Pain descended once more and then raced along underground, his excitement growing.
A group of supers probably wouldn't have too hard of a time defeating his little army, but that wasn't the point. A stampede of insane murderers rampaging through the city in Reggie's name would give the man something to think about. Plus, plenty of civilians would be killed in the process. Whatever happened, it promised to be quiet a sight to see, what with the upcoming lightshow to boot.
"Heh."