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A sadistic smile twisted on Hunter’s lips as he watched the figure in front of him as they seemed to twist on the spot as if lost. To most people, the figure would be barely visible within the dim lighting of the abandoned warehouse as shadows seemed to cling to every surface, unyielding to the meagre light of the mid-afternoon Chicago sun that attempted to peer in through the murky windows. He tilted his head as he continued to observe the man. To Hunter, the man looked pretentious in a rather flashy looking blue and white costume that looked to be something one of those figure skaters would wear. It was skin tight, allowing Hunter to see the curves of their body. He had pale skin that almost seemed to glow, made even more noticeable by his pitch black hair. He had the haughty expression that Hunter had seen on many heroes before. The kind of expression that made him laugh. He watched from the shadows as the hero brought his hand up, a shard of ice appearing in his grip. The man threw the shard, and Hunter watched the projectile as it sailed through the air, before impacting the wall of the warehouse, penetrating deep. It was also nowhere near him. Hunter let out a derisive snort before saying in an almost singsong voice, “Missed me~” He then laughed as the hero quickly turned towards him and threw yet another projectile. But he was too slow. Hunter was in his element, hidden within the shadows of the warehouse which were numerous and all he had to do was move along the shadows, quicker than the hero could run. He shifted until he was standing behind the man, who was completely unaware of the danger that lurked so closeby. He was a fool to have followed Hunter into the warehouse. When he had first confronted Hunter, he had claimed that he was going to bring Hunter to justice, to cash in the bounty that was on his head. And yet the fool knew nothing about the prey he hunted. If this was the standard for heroes, then Hunter was sorely disappointed. This hero wasn’t as entertaining as he had been hoping. In fact he was rather boring, only able to fire these pathetic little ice shards that did no damage to him while he was in the shadows. At this point, Hunter was merely playing with the man. As silent as smoke, he emerged from the shadows before taping the man on the shoulder. Even as the man jumped in surprise, Hunter melded into the shadows, watching as the hero turned around and threw another ice shard that seemed to land where Hunter was however it wasn’t able to do any damage. He laughed again, “You’re so God-damn pathetic. Are you, like… retarded, or something? I thought you were here to cash in my bounty.” Hunter laughed again, mocking the man as he quickly moved away so that he was behind the man again. He emerged from the shadows, bending over as he picked up a piece of wood which he then threw at the hero before shrouding himself in the shadows once again. The wood hit the hero on the head causing him to turn around and shout, “Come on out, you coward!” Hunter couldn’t resist but to roll his eyes, or rather the equivalent of. This hero was beginning to really bore him. He made a tutting sound before he said, “You’re very pathetic, you know. You say that you’re here to collect on the bounty that’s on my head, and you can’t even hit me with the most basic of attacks. You couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag.” “Shut up.” The hero snarled, “I don’t have to listen to this.” Hunter emerged from the shadows in front of him, his upper lip curled in a snarl of disgust as he tilted his head a little, looking down his nose at the hero, “You know nothing about me. You just saw the dollar signs on my name, and felt the chance to give yourself a feel good wank like all you heroes do. You take down anyone that disagrees with you, and then stand around congratulating yourselves in one massive circle jerk. You’re just a bunch of liars that think of nothing but looking and feeling good. You don’t actually care about helping people and you don’t care about the people that you kill with your incompetence. You’re a bunch of hypocrites.” As Hunter watched, he saw the hero’s face twist in anger before the man threw another shard at him. A tutting sound escaped Hunter as he once again blended into the shadows, causing him to completely evade the attack despite the fact that the shard struck with pinpoint accuracy. In a rather mocking tone, he said, “Let me tell you something, hero. When someone does the same thing over, and over again and expects a different result… that is the definition of insanity. That perfectly describes you… and the rest of your do-nothing organisation.” “I’ll make you pay for that!” The hero growled before running towards where Hunter’s voice had come from. Hunter sighed a little before he moved behind the hero in a flash before he emerged from the shadows. The whites of his eyes had turned a solid black as his own shadow moved across the floor like a sinister snake. As it wrapped around the ankle of the hero, the man tripped and fell to the floor face first with a might crack as his nose collided with the concrete and snapped the bone in half. The man let out a scream of agony, but he didn’t seem to notice the shadowy hand that crept up his leg and torso before wrapping around his neck. Hunter stepped up to the side of the hero, tilting his head a little as he looked down at the hero who twisted on his side to look up at Hunter as blood flowed freely from his nose like a river. The gangster smirked down at his victim and said in a mocking sympathetic tone, “This is the end of your career, I’m afraid.” The shadowy hand on the man's neck suddenly tightened, causing the hero to let out a choking sound. He reached up, attempting to claw at what was strangling him, but his hands met nothing but thin air. Hunter’s sadistic smirk widened as he said, “Just a few more moments, and it’s goodnight.” He squatted down, his gold and black eyes intent on the hero’s face. The hero seemed to realise that these were the last few moments of his life. His blue eyes went wide with panic, the eyeballs bulging from their sockets. His mouth opened and closed, making him look like a gaping fish. His body twitched before he began to writhe on the floor in a pathetic attempt to escape the cold grip of death. But there was nothing he could do, and Hunter watched with a certain glee as the man's struggles began to lessen. His face had turned pale, as his lips turned a shade of blue due to the lack of oxygen. Hunter tightened the grip of the shadow, his own jaw clenching as he watched the hero’s eyes become dim before a lifeless look settled in them as his body went still. Hunter watched for several long minutes before he reached forwards and pressed his fingers against the man’s neck, searching for the tale tell pulse that would indicate that he was still alive. When he could not find it, he pulled his hand away and stood up as his shadow retracted. With a blink of his eyes, the whites had turned to their normal colour. He kicked the body of the hero so that they were on their back before he spat on their corpse. This was not the first hero he had killed, and he felt no remorse for their death. After all, they had been the ones to come after him. Why should he feel bad about defending himself? Besides, he held contempt for heroes in general. He had not been lying when he called heroes liars and hypocrites. They were. All they cared about was making themselves feel good about themselves. It made him feel sick to his stomach because they dared to say that he couldn’t use his Quirk the way he did. Still, at least with the death of this latest hero, his bounty might increase which could mean more heroes will be coming after him. Which meant he could kill more of them and he quite liked that idea.
Oh how nice it was for TV Head to finally get some fresh sunlight on his skin. How long had been since he had last stepped outside of the Villains Syndicate's network? One month? Two? It was definitely more than TV Head cared for. Being in there for so long had given him a bad case of cabin fever and he was just aching to work it out. The new student that was transferring from U.A. High School could prove to be all sorts of fun, perfect for getting all that pent up energy out. From what TV Head had gathered from a number of databases, this "Karma" girl was quite the catch. Not only did she have more experience than most H.H. students, she had interned with the Midnight! TV Head had never gone toe-to-toe with a hero from Japan, much less a student from the famous U.A. Academy, so the prospect of getting his first taste had him absolutely giddy. Without having to worry about the threat of pulling G's, the distance from the Proving Grounds to where Karma was landing, Honolulu International Airport, was nothing for TV Head. His connections had informed him that the transfer student would be landing at the airport for a connecting flight around 3pm Hawaii Standard Time, accompanied by a single Pro hero. The hero sounded quite boring to the villain and was of little note to him. That hero in the making though, Karma, was the really interesting part. She had quite the quirk and fiery attitude that intrigued TV Head. The thought of making a villain out of her was oh so exciting! Just the thought of turning a new transfer over to his side, right under Technomancer's nose, had TV Head wiggling his shoulders in excitement as he approached the airport. When TV Head arrived, he sat comfortably in the air well above the landing plane, waiting for the heroes to finally get out. Once they were out, TV Head shut off his EMF control, plummeting himself into the hull of the aircraft. With a sudden -CRASH!-, the plane was ripped open and the screams of the remaining passengers filled the air before being snuffed out with an explosion! Shrapnel went flying as a plume of fire and smoke shot into the sky as the hero threw Karma out of the way of the blast. That hero, Panzerschreck, had just turned around to have the length of a long odachi tossed between his eyes with a -zip!-, knocking him off of his feet and onto the ground. Out of the smoke and fire flew TV Head, his shoulders slouched over with a lackadaisical demeanor as he levitated over to Panzershrecks impaled corpse. With a painfully casual attitude, TV Head put his foot on the dead heroes face and lifted his sword out from its new holder. A flick of the wrist and the blade was clean and back in its proper sheath. But then his head swiveled to Karma with alarming speed, before tilting it to one side. His visor was glowing its famous baby-blue hue and it was honed in on Karma. "Aaayyyee, welcome to the U.S.!" TV Head mocked with wide open arms, his foot still on Panzerschrek's face. "I've never gotten my hands on a U.A. Student before, so I'm pretty excited, as you can imagine. Pleeaaase, don't disappoint, 'kay, Karma? I'd hate for someone like you to end up like him". TV Head's aura was beyond intimidating, to say the least. His yellow hoodie had spots of blood splattered across it while those jungle green sweat pants now had scorch marks across their legs. In just a couple of seconds he had ended so many lives in the blink of an eye and without so much as a second thought. His nonchalant tone coupled with that relaxed body made it clear to Karma that TV Head knew he was in control here. TV Head's foot tapped against Panzerschrek's frozen face, their eyes still wide in shock. "Show me what a 'transfer' is all about, I want a show!" TV Head motioned with a hand and nodded his head towards himself. "Come on!"
This day was proving to be just chalk full of surprises. TV Head had just finished having his fun with a new transfer to H.H. when he had caught wind of some chatter from a police station. By the time he had made his back towards the V.S. network the day was starting to shift into dusk. From high up in the skies of Texas, TV Head had a wonderful view of the towns and landscape that had been turned a golden orange from the setting sun. TV Head had been bouncing between radio stations and police chatter when he something from the woodlands of Texas caught his attention. "Jesus Christ, open fire, open fire!" And then the sound of gun registers across the radio as the shouting continued. "Garcia, get out of there! Oh God-! Precinct 6 is under attack, repeat under attack! It's a fuckin' mutan-!" Then static. TV Head came to an abrupt change of direction without any loss to his momentum, aiming straight for the source. The radio was cut short but it had lasted long enough for the villain to get an exact beat on its origin. It only took a handful of seconds for him to make it to the police station where the chatter had come from an it would be at least five minutes until back up arrived. But just to be sure, TV Head checked out the radio waves. From what he could hear they were definitely on their way, but they weren't getting a response from the station bellow. TV Head looked down at the rectangular building and sent some radio waves at it for a form of sonar. There only seemed to be one person moving in there, to no surprise, so that would make things simple. TV Head lowered himself down to the front door of the station before floating his way in through its glass doors. What TV Head saw not only impressed him but made his hand go for the hilt of his long odachi as well. "Huh. These cops really know how to take decorating above an beyond these days, don't they." The villain said with a chuckle to himself.
In 2015, 1 January, Los Angeles was turned into a war zone for two days as TV Head an a hand full of Villains assaulted and demolished the metropolis. On the first day the several dozen high ranked Villains, thugs and mercenaries, killed over one hundred thousands people, comprised of civilians, first responders and Heroes. TV Head hijacked major radio stations and local TV networks via radio manipulation and professed his ideology to the world. He said that the U.S. an its Heroes and Villains were nothing but a show now and swore to give the world the greatest show it had ever wanted, effectively declaring war on the U.S.. Between saving civilians, defending evacuation points and fighting the villains, the heroes that were there in the initial attack were kept on their back foot. It wasn't until the second day that Technomancer had organized with the U.S. military and the top twenty heroes for a counter attack. Fighting along the U.S. coast guard and navy, the top ten Heroes were able to push the Villains back out. By the end, over 150,000 thousand died an even more wounded while there was only a handful of Heroes and Villains left standing. The few villains that survived barely made it out with their lives. It was on that first day that Lillian's lover had been murdered at the hands of TV Head with little regard, like an after thought. Over the next month the U.S. was left in shock as politicians and Home Land Security scrambled to decide on how to handle what was considered the largest security break in U.S. history. Fearing a repeat of September 11th, the U.S. government opted to handle the issue with covertness, taking to using a scalpel instead of a hammer. The matter was to be handled with the upmost scrutiny and tactfulness. Not wanting to incite mass hysteria or unrest, the U.S. Government took to managing the issue behind the scenes while assuring the public that it was doing everything in its power to uncover the Villains and their plots. During that time the government platformed and put heroes on a pedestal, praising the heroes for their hard work. Like wise, the media began putting even more attention onto the Heroes of the U.S.. In no time the focus went from how the Government was going to handle the threat to how would the Heroes handle this threat. Some feared losing popularity while others saw it as the perfect chance to earn more of it, but both were put into spotlight. Even though some Heroes were public servants, their affiliation with the government was quickly lost from public sight as the subjects and interviews centered around what the Heroes themselves would do. Despite all the big talk that the government and Heroes were giving, no progress was being made. TV Head's trail was spotless. During that time, TV Head had cemented what would soon be known as the Villains Syndicate in a massive underground network of tunnels that spanned much of the U.S.. Their numbers were small but their resources an interest groups were growing every day. By the end of the month after the attack on L.A., TV Head had refitted and modified a part of the tunnels into what he had dubbed "The Proving Grounds". This place would be where he would nurture the next generation of Villains. He would use this place to teach them while giving refuge and sanctuary to Villains from all over. TV Head had made himself known to the world but he still needed to get the word out about the Villains Syndicate and he knew exactly how to do it. At first, TV Head hadn't noticed, but Lillian had dropped the smallest of onto his hoodie. It wasn't until the flower had started to grow that TV Head noticed an intrusion. The flower, of course, had its own magnetic field that, once grown, was easily detected by TV Head. His magnetic field was like another layer of skin whereas the flower was like noticing a pimple. TV Head recognized the flower and knew then that it was only a matter of time until one the top 10 heroes, Trip Star, was coming after him. He would set a trap and record the slaughter on video for the internet to see as an announcement of the Villains Syndicate's arrival. TV Head rounded up the villains an informed them that they could expect an attack from one of two directions in the tunnels from the Heroes and likely, the military. There was debates and yelling, as some Villains left while others decided to fight the heroes. After that, there was much deliberation on what to do, on whether or not take the fight to the heroes or wait for them to find the Proving Grounds. It was decided to wait to fight on the Proving Grounds on the single fact that the P.G. was the most known territory they had control of. They knew they were safe from sonar or radio signal's down there, so they could use that to their advantage to avoid detection from above ground. With that in mind, two lines were to be set up for either entrance of the P.G. while TV Head would use his radio waves as sonar for the underground tunnels. If the military was detected then they would simply blow up which ever side they were coming from, dropping rubble with not needing to fear being trapped. If it was just Heroes, then the villains could lay in wait to ambush them. The only hole in the plan was that it rested on the idea that the enemy would either detonated a charge or break down a door to get into the tunnels. That or bypass one of the security doors. Either choice would give plenty of notice to the villains to set up. But this plan assumed that Trip Star and whoever she may bring did not have an alternative route that TV Head could not have known about. TV Head could never be too sure, but he doubted those chances. All the Villains would have to do is wait for the signal.