"Strength and Hermit," The man spins the card and sighs. The man sighs. "Ever thought of the problems of the Infected?"
"Crimes... We just tolerate their.. Kind..." said the taxi driver. "They've come up term for then. Supernaturals."
"The Infected and the Halimaws... Strange peculiar beings. Y'know, they say i'm pretty dumb. I'd say I'm a pretty learned man for a taxi driver. And I say we hunt 'em down and-..."
"The Infected only get their abilities when based on their personalities... When they have... problems. Same with Halimaws, whose abilities also show the problems they have in their mind. For example, all Aswangs have Asperger's..."
"Man, I don't care about none of that shit. They're fuckin' crazy. They're insane, unintelligent, and a problem to society. AND THEY get powers?"
"Of course... The Splooge and the blood of the Aswangs only align to those who are considered atypical... or as you call them, maddened by society's environment and, perhaps, their own nature," said the mysterious man. "Usog was invented to act as a guardianship from these... creatures... who naturally have Usog... It's a genetic disease that amplifies said disease. For example, ever heard of the Knights Trinity? Anna, Jedan, and Chris? Anna's power is usually strings in most worlds. Why? She isn't... neurodivergent. No. Rather, she has Borderline Personality Disorder... And he body interests this idea with the power of weaving. A distorted sense of self. It literally... distorts... Now, Jedans are a tricky one... Jedans have severe social anxiety... Chrises are known to be quite slow... Finally, Miguels... They are inherently autistic. So, they either become Aswangs or... just... strong..;"
"Man, all that yappin' just adds to the problem, y'know? You tryna defend the bad ones?"
"In a way, yes. I'm quite fascinated by their kind... That's why, I'm going to kill one of them and lure them in..."
"Really? And how are you going to do that?"
"With bait." He grabs him from behind and covers his mouth, dragging him out of the taxi cab.
He walks out of the cab, revealing that he is quite strong, very, very strong, able to lift him up easily.
He is known as the Major Arcana Prowl, Strength.
"This is Roulette. Roulette to Hermit. I am in position..." he said.
"Hermit here," sneered another version of Miguel with a simple sniper's rifle. "Ready to take 'im out..."
Miguel the Aswang Prince lands before Roulette. "Hey... Uhm... Hi. The name's Miguel."
"I don't care..." said Roulette. "Move, and I'll snap his neck."
"Yeah... That's why I won't be moving... Okay?" asked Miguel. "Hands off of him."
"Or what?"
Suddenly, the man is let free by Miguel's detached hand that frees the cab driver.
"Get away from here..." said Miguel, as Miguel proceeds to block a few bullets from a building above, but somehow, the bullets managed to blow holes into his body.
Miguel sighs. "Really? You actually think that-?" Miguel begins to bleed from the inside, with blood dripping from his nose and mouth. Miguel falls to his knees, feeling the deadly poison seep into his body.
Miguel falls to his knees.
"Remarkable..." smiled Roulette. "Truly remarkable! Look at this!" Roulette tears out Miguel's arm as he screams in pain.
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His tentacles try to reattach to his stubs.
"Remarkable creature! Absolutely remarkable! Look at how each of your tentacles try to reattach to every vein of your body!"
Miguel screams in pain and slams his head over and over.
"Ah. A mannerism of the Autism Spectrum! You bash your head into objects when distressed! That object right now being my hand!"
Miguel bites his hand, but Roulette is unaffected.
"Remarkable!"
"I swear to God if you say 'Remarkable' again, I'll make your face REMARKABLY DEFORMED!!!"
"Outstanding!"
Miguel screeches angrily only for Roulette to grab his face and squeeze slowly and cruelly.
"If I could just... See what's IN THERE!!!" he smiled, as Miguel roars and transforms into Diwata State, beating him down, but Roulette just faces it and pays it forward, literally bashing his fist into Miguel's chest and beating him down, blasting him with heat vision.
Miguel pukes blood, so much blood, and Roulette smiles while he pins him down.
"Now, now. I need you alive. You're important, after all! Yes, quite important!"
"I'm... a person... don't talk to me like I'm some sort of bread on toast you get to piece apart and eat little by little which is a manner some consider as weird-..."
"Okay, Aspergerian creature."
"DON'T LABEL!!! GOD!!! DON'T CALL ME THAT!!! CHRIST!!!"
"Forgive me. I am Dr. Roulette. I study your kind for a living."
"Ah. I see. I am Prince Miguel Azral. And I study how I'm going to put my fist UP YOUR FUCKIN' ASS!!!"
"Quite the violent one, yes?"
"Don't do this! PLEASE!!!" roared Miguel.
Dr. Roulette beats Miguel over and over. "This... This is very important and beautifully imprinted data! My God! I haven't killed a Miguel before! You must be one of the weaker ones! And you killed like three or four of us? Must be losing our touch! My, my! What a trivial matter! I only wish I got to see how you'd react when Prometheus died. What a hummorous scientist that one, was. He didn't play a tune to his own death, I say."
Miguel, hearing this, snaps, bites into his throat and tears out his jugular vein, spitting it out.
Dr. Roulette smiles and drops Miguel. "Ouch..." he said.
Dr. Roulette falls to his knees and down facefirst, dead.
Cameras are all watching him, having killed a criminal with his bare teeth.
Suddenly, the Hermit lands before Miguel and starts a killing spree, killing many of those from the crowd with random blades and bricks he picked up.
Miguel growls and tries mauling him only for Miguel to be forced to block the weapons away instead of brutely attacking him. Miguel is struck in the face with a brick, causing him to puke blood.
The Hermit keeps on killing as Miguel tackles him into the building's window and they both crash down there. Miguel tries powering up into Diwata State, but is far too weakened to do so.
Miguel instead is forced to use street tactics, blocking the next few blades, getting stabbed all over by the blades, being poisoned by the blades for some reason.
"You think we wouldn't find out about what you freaks are weak from?" the Hermit asked, as he kept on striking Miguel with blades.
Miguel screams in pain, blades all over his body, as he tackles the Hermit and beat him down.
"You wanna kill me? Do it? Everyone saw what you did to him. What kind of animal you are..." smiled the Hermit, as Miguel growls and blocks all the blades.
The Hermit goes on to kill seven more people, but Miguel angrily saves at least twelve by blocking the other blades.
The Hermit smiles, throws, and stabs a blade into his eye.
Miguel leans on the wall, tired, and bleeding, having tanked so many blades and wounds from the battle.
Miguel blocks a few more, but the Hermit grabs Miguel's head and beats it over and over, before hammering his face into the wall, boring a hole into it.
Miguel pulls his head out and stumbles around. The Hermit falls off the first floor window and lands on the cold hard cement. The Hermit stands up only for Miguel to pounce on him and beat him over and over.
Miguel growls and beats him to the ground. Everyone is watching as he just wails and beats the horrible man. He prepares to snap his neck.
"Do it. Keep showing them what you really are. A murderous ruler," he sneered in blood.
"They had families... And you're a horrible piece of shit who just enjoys this... I don't give a fuck what these people think of me. I just need 'em safe."
"You're an idiot. I can see it... Murderous fanboys emulating what you'll do today... Killing criminals as judge, jury, and executioners. I'm defenseless right now. Least the other guy was strangling you to fucking death. Me...? I'm defenseless. Go on, asshole. Freak. Kill me. Show them what you can do... Dance, monkey. Prove Tyrone right..." he smiled.
Miguel's nose twitches. "You're under arrest."
"Don't pretend... We know what you did! WE KNOW!!! You fuckin' murderer! Dissociated? Who cares? You're insane! You're an imbecile. Pathetic."
"You're under arrest..."
"KILL ME!!! PROVE THEM RIGHT!!!" he roared.
"No," said Miguel.
"Maybe Prometheus should've just-..."
Miguel screams and hammers his head over and over with his own fists, having a panic attack and falling to his knees. "RAAAAAAAAH!!!"
The cops help him back as the villain just laughs at him, before being arrested and ushered away, remained laughing and laughing.
Miguel is restrained, and brought to the hospital.