15 Years ago, Southern Ohio
The sun begins to set on horizon, leaving the buildings in the distance a mere silhouette. The leaves dance in the autumn wind along with the litter spread throughout the children’s playground. Lamont stands behind a girl on the swing set pushing her at a steady pace, though the cool breeze works against him. “ Push me higher Montie”, she giggles ascending and descending; an angel in his eyes. “ I’m too tired. We should get home”, he murmurs as he sits on the swing beside her, noticing the street lights flicker on illuminating the deceptive roads of the ghetto. “Let’s stay for a little bit, I like hangin with you.” She grabs his soft, little hand and interlocks their fingers, staring deep into his eyes. “ I..I like hangin witchu you too Chelsey..” Something wells inside his being and he leans forward. He approaches slowly and kisses her softly on the lips. As he does, he opens his eyes as they radiate with a light blue aura. He looks at her face turning sour as she begins to disintegrate into thin air. TSOOM! Without a word, she’s gone. Lamont twirls in horror, and everything seems to compress around him. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO..”. A florescent beam launches into the sky as he wails in agony. A pillar of energy bursts through the atmosphere that can be seen miles away. Thus was the birth of Siphon.
Present Day
Siphon stares into the eyes of one of the many heads of the Infinitive, an underground organization responsible for the assassination of all of his family members. It took all of his being to restrain himself as he attempts to gain information from the man. He had been tracking him for months, seeking not only revenge, but answers to the tradgedy committed. “Itachi Ohura, one of the many generals in the crime organization known as the Infinitive. I’ve gotta say you’re pretty elusive, but today it ends. Tell me about the crime organization your involved with. What do you want with me?.” Across the dimly lit room at the end of a long steel table sits a man with eyes sunken into his wrinkled face with protruding jowls and a calm expression. Around the two lay the lifeless bodies of his personal lackies who attempted to halt Siphon’s intrusion. “ Heh...You believe your acquired knowledge scares me Mr. Quentin? Lamont Quentin, age 21, single male, 6’1’’ 220 pounds, energy manipulation, formerly of Tenth Magnitude, Bladed Angels, The Regulators. Constantly switching schools, killed an innocent girl, abandoned your family. I could continue this dick swinging contest all day. You’ll have to do better than this. You have no idea the powers you are dealing with. You just a scared child seeking a false sense of redemption by running around in a costume. You should go home while you can. Enjoy life while you have it boy”
His frustration builds. The lights whir and flicker. Siphon lets out a heavy sigh and recollects himself. “ You’ve obviously been keeping tabs on me. But your wrong about one thing Itachi..I didn’t abandon my family. You and your boys killed them. I WANT TO KNOW WHY” He springs up from his chair and walks toward the unusually confident gentleman. “See, that’s where your wrong. You did abandon you family. And blood demands blood.” A tall figure enters the room and emerges from the shadows. Equipped with an impressive assortment of throwing knives, kevlar armor and an eerie mask , the person in front of him stopped Siphon dead in his tracks. “Who are you?!”
The man’s hand raises slowly and lifts away the mask. Horror wipes across his face as Siphon views the culprit’s face. Siphon is locked in disbelief and the new player uses this to his advantage. In a swift and precise movement, the man twirls around projecting the mask at Siphon’s head. The attack connects and he stumbles backward toward a window overlooking the San Francisco streets several stories below. “ It’s been too long .....brother.” The man whispers in a flustered Siphon’s ear after speeding across the room. With that the energy reaper is kicked out of the window and goes flying towards the depths below.
“That will only leave a scratch. I should go and finish him off.” the assassin implores. “No we can’t do that yet. We still need him in one piece to achieve our goals. Contact the other heads. They will want to know of our progress”, Itachi proclaims.
A hovercraft approaches the ledge of the broken window as the men walk off. “How deep in cover are these individuals?” Itachii” We have agents with positions within the U.S Government, Triads, Yakuza, the U.N, Parliament- wait why do you ask Ty?” Itachi takes his buckles in and the hatch closes followed by a pressurized hissing. “ I don’t like there to be secrets between me and my clients. It messes with my business.”
“ Haha your business? Being detached will keep you from spilling the beans if you’re caught. A risk that we won’t be taking Mr. Quentin. We’ve have been around for centuries. Assisted with the alliance with Ancient Egypt and Rome, appointed Popes who lead the templars, covered up the Black Dhalia mystery, shrouded truths about Area 51. No sense in getting sloppy now.”
“I was attached the moment you hired me. Lamont is my brother!” The hovercraft disappears as it climbs in altitude.
The shards of glass rain downward falling on the corpse of the Blue Harvester. His bloody fingers clench the concrete and he pushes himself up. KABOOM!!!. The building explodes from the base upward and the area is quickly subdued in a cloud of fire and smoke. The Infinitive, a force that blinds it's victims with the light of the sun and hides in the shade. They're a league far too powerful for Siphon alone. But his new found blood lust wouldn't prevent him from finding them and bringing them to their knees. He would find them and his brother an eventually uncover this madness.
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