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From the darkness worked a man. He was hunched over on his computer from which the bright screen was the only source of light. His eyes danced between web pages absorbing all the information in a matter of moments. His arm curled around consuming the last crumb of cake he had put together. He stopped for a short moment as a loud bang was heard coming from a closing door. He waited hearing footsteps coming from up the stairs. He spun around in his chair as the door to his safe place was ripped down. "You're back awfully late again. Take it you had a good stream."

"It's how it is. Made ends meet."

"I've been waiting for you to come home all day. First, you had an early morning stream then you had to go visit a school to give speeches. Since when does the almighty Vanguard give speeches to a bunch of losers?"

"Funny," Vanguard muttered taking his boots off sitting on the bed groaning. "I take it you've been productive."

"Been keeping an eye on all of the streamer breakdowns like you asked. I don't know why you have me keep doing this? I mean does it matter."

Vanguard slouched over pulling a bottle of rum from under the bed taking a shot. "If I am to take them down, I need to know when they attack. Wait for the biggest crowd."

"Isn't this all pointless I mean."

"You know why I do this. I do it- "

"Because if you don't someone else will, jeez. You've been this number one streamer guy for what fifteen years. I don't think anyone is going to snatch the title of you that quickly.!

Vanguard wiped his mouth looking out the window of the rundown apartment. "I found another one."

The man turned with a curious look. "Already? Who?"

"Just some kid. Leader of this new streaming group called Rhapsody."

"Oh, like the song."

"What?"

"You know, ♪Mama just killed a man♪"

"I know the song you prick."

"So, what's this kid deal."

"Names Alton Brantley goes by Dauntless."

"Brantley, Brantley. The name rings a bell… oh that's it I had a one-night stand with a man called Brantley once."

Vanguard took off his shirt sighing. "The kid has some power behind him. Can control water freezing it whenever he wants."

"He'd make a good environmentalist."

"Did some research into him, turns out he's a former streamer who went by Avalanche, he's got a new team and is starting fresh."

The man spun around typing away on his computer. "Now that is a streamer name I recognise. Bingo, Avalanche. Was apart of a streaming joint account called Hero's Might. There were quite a few members at one point. But now the account is only left to a Sam Belling, goes by Unity. She hasn't logged into her account in over three years."

"So what? Accounts die all the time. I probably put them out of commission myself without realising."

"But that's just thing Marcus, all the other accounts on this profile apart from hers and wonder boy here have been fully wiped. Like they never existed."

"That truly is interesting. But what has this got to do with me?"

"Well a few years ago I did hear of an incident in a small rural town not far from here, the town was caught up in a heated streamer battle. Got many people killed. And who is on that death list? None other than the girl of the hour Sam Belling."

"So, boo-hoo she died. Sad but why should I care?"

"Well if she was dead, why is her account still on V.I.R.A.L? If the tragic death of a Streamer occurs their account is eventually deleted. If that is the case how come to miss Belling is still on V.I.R.A.L? Not only that but our new best friend Alton is also apart of the list of the dead. What is he hiding? Or who is he hiding from?"

"I don't care what the twirp has to hide."

The Man stood up sitting on Marcus' lap wrapping his arms around his shoulders whispering. "Who cares about the kid anyway? Pay more attention to the man in front of you."

Marcus smirked sitting still. "You know why we do this Rodger. We do what we do for our own sake."

Rodger leaned in pressing his head against Marcus' own. "I know but it still doesn't hurt any less. Why must we always hide our relationship? I want to be streaming by your side."

Marcus leaned back resting his arms on the bed. "You know why I don't open to the world about it? You're the only one in my life which I can call mine. Everything is out there consumed by the masses, you're the only one which isn't torn by the masses."

"I know, but, it's not fair. Who cares what everyone else thinks? You aren't that sort of person."

Marcus lit a cigarette blowing the smoke in Rodger's face giving a dull look. "I know, I hate it all. Those fans are pissing me off. One day I might just flip."

"You haven't been taking your medicine, have you?"

"They don't work."

"Of course, anti-depression pills don't do anything if you don't take them."

Marcus lightly shoved Rodger off as he turned around at the head of the bed slouching over spitting smoke all over. "I'm going to order a pizza. You can collect it yeah?"

"Of course, you don't want anyone knowing you live in a shitty apartment with a prick like me."

"Great."

Marcus threw a towel over his shoulder ready for his shower. Rodger spun back around leaning against the wall. "Do you want me to, deal, with Alton?"

Marcus placed his hand on the doorknob, he gave it a little thought shaking his head. "No, there is no need for that. I still believe he will take my offer."

"What a saint…"

"Alton, he's not like his overambitious teammates who want to be superheroes. His motivation is more… human. Once he realises, he can't make any money from his current gig he will jump ship. And now I've dumped that annoying bitch Dannie on them he will most likely be pulling his hair out."

"Percy."

"What?"

"His name is Percy."

"I don't care."

"Whatever, I don't know what you hope to achieve with this kid… you, you won't forget about our promise right?" Marcus didn't respond as he ducked into the bathroom starting up the shower. Rodger leaned back sighing melting back into his chair. He began to investigate and look more into team Rhapsody. A small notification popped up on his screen warning him. Rodger scratched his skinhead yelling out. "Marcus! The streamer I've kept an eye on has gone through his meltdown. You want to deal with it?"

"Where is it?!" Marcus yelled from the shower.

"An Arcade. Quite busy there."

"No! Let the streamer have his fun."

"Wouldn't that make V.I.R.A.L look bad?"

"Perhaps. But it also works in our favour. When the new streamers become a problem, the mass will flock to the reliable. I think fifteen years of being number one is reliable."

Rodger smirked pulling up the camera feed waiting in anticipation opening a bag of popcorn. "Well then, let the meltdown begin."

****

"Hell yeah, new high score!" Percy roared jumping around getting slightly too excited for everyone's comfort.

"Told you this was going to happen." Zinnia hissed giving Alton her best-disapproved look possible.

Alton huffed getting more pissed off refusing to give her the time of day. "Fuck off you did."

Zinnia tapped her foot annoyed. "This kid goes to my school. He's so bloody annoying. Always preaching about how amazing Vanguard is. He is the definition of a fanboy if I saw one."

"Well we've got to think of something, I can't keep giving the kid quarters."

"We cannot have him on the team. Let's just leave him. He's got the whole arcades to himself. If we run now, he'll never see us again."

"We can't just ditch him! You saw the stream; the whole world thinks we took him on under the kindness of my own heart. If we ditch him there will be a major backlash. Vanguard knows that."

Zinnia punched a wall angered. "Damn it, what the hell did the meanie talk to you about anyway?"

"Doesn't matter." Alton shut down glossing over Zinnia's shoulder. "Hey look, streamer at three o'clock."

Zinnia turned around seeing a streamer in black and pink hoodie-wearing bunny ears. The drone following her looked tainted as small puffs of purple haze emitting from it and the girl glossing around them. "Doesn't she look weird."

"Maybe we shouldn't be discussing a private problem so publicly." Alton turned around trying to make sure the streamer didn't see them. As he looked away, he couldn't help but keep watching. The streamer looked wild. Her eyes were twitching as she gazed around the room like a wild animal. "Something doesn't seem right here…"

The streamer held her head swinging it around mumbling nothing under her breath. Eventually, she began screaming as the purple haze began to spiral out of control. Before any of them could react or do anything the haze erupted blowing the area away…