.Shatter.

3rd POV:

It's late at night in the downtown area. The only things you can hear and see are the sirens, a few lights in windows, and the yelling followed by loud footsteps. What appears to be a young teen is running through the alleyways, being chased down by heroes.

"Shatter, we know it's you! Stop now, and we might be able to talk something out! Why did you kill those people?!? Shatter?? Are you even listening to us??" one of the good guys yelled out.

"Who in their right mind stops when you say that?!? We all know that something can't be 'worked out' man! I had to kill them, that's why!!" the person now known as 'Shatter' said back in a robotic voice. A few more things were said on both sides before the teen suddenly turned upwards to the rooftops. Only five out of the 10 heroes could follow them. After about another 15 minutes of talking and chasing, four lost their steam, and left Eraserhead by himself to follow.

"Hey old man! Nice to see you again! Too bad your friends left, we were having so much fun!!"

"Shut up! Why do you always have to make my patrols so much more difficult?!? Can't you take a night off or something?? You can't keep running forever, eventually I'll catch you! I promise you that!"

"I would LOVE to take a night off! Unfortunately for me, I'm in a sticky situation. Now, it's either do a few things, or die. I still wanna live! One wrong move and I'm history, ya know? This checklist and its details need to be completed before 6am. I don't got the shit by then, I'll be forever out of your hair! So If you'll excuse me–" Shatter turned down, followed closely by Eraserhead. When the hero got down there, there was no sign of the villain.

Eraserhead POV:

I followed Shatter down into the alley, just to find them gone. Weird... they've gotta be hiding somewhere. BEHIND ME! Whipping around, I was met with a punch to the face. OW!!

"You've got a good arm, kid." I said.

"Never as good as your calves in those pants. Have you been working out more? Don't think I didn't notice." They laughed.

"Why must you always say stuff like that? Sometimes it's just weird." I complained while kicking them in the gut, getting a small 'oof'.

"Why not? It's part of my thing, dude. You know, the whole 'getting into people's minds' thing? Kinda what I do. BUT I'm not gonna lie here, I DO come up with personalized ones just for you!" they ended with a wink... and another weirdly strong punch.

"Wow, I feel sooo special! Personalized remarks from a famous villain! Wait til I tell everyone about this. How are your punches so strong? Do you have metal plating or something?? I always get huge bruises from you." I questioned while dodging.

"Yea, they're metal plated, thanks for noticing! And I'm sorry, wouldn't wanna ruin your pretty face!" After that one, I got them in my scarf... which is now suddenly covered in red. I need to get something to take care of that wound. But for that to happen, they have to be willing to let me help... which is doubtful. I look down to grab my emergency medi-kit, and next thing I know, my capture weapon falls limp. Please don't be what I think this is! Slowly looking up, they're gone. THEY CUT MY THINGY?!?! WHY?!! SO MEAN!! Oh, a note!

"Dear heroes, and/or police officers, this right here, is a clue! The next group I'm after has a bird-brain for a leader. Good luck getting to them before I do! You have seven hours before the list I have to complete is done, and this is all over. Find them alive, or dead. Your choice. As always~ Shatter <3 (P.S. good luck running the blood through system, I was born off record. <em>I don't exist!)"

I need to bring this back to the station. This is gonna be a looong night...

Shatter POV:

As soon as he looked away, I cut the scarf, planted the note, and got out of there.

I have somewhere I need to be! I ran in the direction of the next thing on the list I had to complete before 6am, I have seven more hours. It was fairly simple:

To Do Before 6am:

1) Get information on patrol routes

2) Get information on the corner store

3) Get into the hideout of group

4) Kill guards

5) Take a mask for proof of each one dead

6) Get the green and purple vile out of the lab

7) Get the files on subjects from lab

8) Get out without being caught

9) Get to meeting point for trade-off

Eventually, I made it to the hideout of the target group. Sitting on a roof a few buildings down, I decide it's time to patch everything up. I don't care that they have my blood, it wont do anything for them. After a quick check-up, I'm fine. Let's get this party started. Getting onto the hideout's roof, I run through everything again. Ok, ok. Guns (waist, legs)? Check. Knives, (shoulders, waist, chest, legs, shoes)? Check. Mask set to robotic? Check. Gloves? Check. Shoes tied??? Check. I learned that last lesson the very hard way. I am good to go babay! I do finger guns and laugh at myself.

I dropped into the back yard, and quietly killed the guards, remembering to grab their masks as well. Making my way into the building, the other ones are taken down just as easily. The lab was, surprisingly, labeled. Going in, I had to do a bit of digging through the file cabinets to find the current subjects. Next, the colorful liquids. Getting out was easy as well. A little too easy for my taste, but I'm injured and in a time crunch. Next up getting across town while carrying colorful stuff, bird masks, and files! This bag, and these pockets are only so big. 

After texting them I was on the way, they said they'd be waiting. Getting across town was fairly easy, just took a few backroads there. Sure enough, they were at the table. The place they picked was a cute café that was 100% neutral. No heroes, no villains, no fights, just people being people. After about half an hour, I was released from my debt.

Score! Now to get changed. I walked into the bathroom, shrunk down my outfit, I LOVE support gear, unshrunk my street clothes, and left. Walking down the street is my favorite thing to do early in the morning. Not very many people. Time to go home! Gotta let everyone know that I'm still kickin!