Lloyd POV
I surveyed the pile of tied-up, unconscious assassins stacked neatly in the storage closet, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded within the confines of the hotel. Their forms lay inert, bound and incapacitated, yet still a lingering threat in the back of my mind. With a resolute nod, I closed the door, sealing them away from the world for the time being.
Turning my attention to the task at hand, I made my way down the long, dimly lit corridor toward the leader's quarters. The soft hum of electronic equipment filled the air, a constant reminder of the surveillance state that permeated every corner of the hotel. I couldn't help but wonder at the irony of a man who surrounded himself with monitors, yet remained blind to the corruption festering within his own organization.
As I entered the leader's office, I found Alex already there, his demeanor tense with suppressed rage and indignation. His accusatory gaze bore into the leader, demanding answers to questions that hung heavy in the air.
"Is it true that you kill innocent people?" Alex's voice quivered with emotion, his fists clenched at his sides. "Do you do it for money or power?"
The leader's gaze flickered briefly in my direction before settling on Alex, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You don't know much about the world, Alex," he replied, his tone laced with condescension. "The world isn't fair. You have to do anything to stand at the top, even if it means resorting to unfair means."
A surge of anger welled up within Alex, his face flushing crimson with fury. "Did you guys kill my brother?" he demanded, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want to know the truth."
The leader's lip curled into a sardonic smirk as he leveled a accusing finger in my direction. "Why don't you ask the murderer?" he sneered. "You really sided with your brother's murderer?"
Alex turned to me, confusion etched across his features as he searched my expression for answers. I met his gaze with a stoic resolve, betraying nothing of the turmoil raging within me. How the leader had uncovered my role in Alex's brother demise remained a mystery, but in that moment, it mattered little. All that mattered was getting rid of the Order of Assassins.
As tension crackled in the air, I stepped forward, my voice firm and resolute. "Don't listen to what he's saying, Alex," I urged, my gaze locked with his. "He's spouting nonsense, trying to distract you from his evil schemes."
But the leader's smug retort cut through the air like a knife. "I knew you were special, Lloyd," he declared, his tone dripping with malice. "But you can't hide the truth. It will always be revealed one way or another."
With a click of a button, a large screen illuminated, revealing footage of Alex's brother and a younger version of myself seated at a restaurant, engaged in conversation. My heart skipped a beat as I watched the scene unfold before me, realizing that our every move had been meticulously observed and recorded.
Suddenly, a flash of movement caught my eye, and I instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding a knife aimed directly at my head. My gaze snapped to Alex, who stood trembling with fury, his eyes blazing with righteous anger.
"You killed my brother," Alex's voice was barely above a whisper, yet the accusation rang out like a gunshot in the tense silence of the room. "You killed my brother for no reason."
I felt the weight of his words like a physical blow, the accusation cutting through me like a knife. "I met your brother once," I protested, my voice tinged with desperation to win him over. "But that doesn't mean I killed him. The leader is manipulating you, using your brother's memory to turn you against me."
But my words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the deafening roar of Alex's rage. As the truth hung in the air like a specter, I braced myself for the storm that was about to break, knowing that the path ahead would be fraught with peril and uncertainty.
As Pluto's weak voice pierced through the tension-filled air, my gaze snapped to the entrance, where an unfamiliar assassin stood, his grip tight around Pluto's wounded form. Blood seeped from Pluto's side, staining his clothing crimson, as the assassin brandished a gleaming knife with menacing intent.
"I guess you've lost," the assassin sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "If you don't surrender, I'll slit this boy's throat without a second thought. The choice is yours."
My heart pounded in my chest as I assessed the situation, weighing my options carefully. Pluto was a valuable ally, his unique abilities indispensable in my revenge. Yet, his life hung in the balance, a mere pawn in the assassin's deadly game.
I met the assassin's gaze with a steely resolve, masking my fear behind a facade of calm. "You're showing your true colors," I remarked, a sardonic smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Congratulations. You win. I suppose today's the day I meet my end."
But beneath the surface, my mind raced with possibilities, calculating the odds and searching for a way out of this deadly impasse. For now, I played the part of the defeated, biding my time and waiting for the perfect moment to turn the tables on my adversary.
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"You heads are going to be present to remind the others what will happen when you turn you back on the organization." The assassin said as he shoved me inside.
The assassin's words echoed in the dimly lit cell, his ominous warning hanging heavy in the air as he callously tossed Pluto toward me. I caught Pluto with a sense of urgency, his wounded form a stark reminder of the danger that loomed over us.
As the assassin locked the cell door behind him and strode away, leaving us in the suffocating silence of captivity, I turned my attention to Pluto's injuries. Blood seeped from his wounds, staining his clothes and pooling beneath him. With a quick motion, I tore a strip of fabric from my sleeve, improvising a makeshift bandage to stem the flow of blood.
Frustration gnawed at me from within as I tended to Pluto's wounds, my mind racing with regret over the failed plan to exploit Alex's allegiance. If only the assassin hadn't revealed the truth, perhaps we could have turned the tables in our favor. The weight of missed opportunities pressed down on me, fueling a simmering anger that threatened to boil over.
In the midst of my internal turmoil, Stephanie's voice pierced through the silence, her question hanging in the air like a specter of doubt. I turned to face her, meeting her gaze through the bars that separated us.
"Is it true," She asked again with a calm demenior. "Do they kill innocent people?"
"Yeah, it's true," I admitted, the words heavy with resignation. "I had hoped to dismantle this evil organization, but it seems I placed too much faith in Alex."
Her gaze lingered on Pluto for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing her features before she turned to the cell door, determination etched in her expression. With a deft motion, she swung the heavy door open, revealing the dimly lit corridor beyond.
"Then I should lend you my assistance," she declared, her voice resolute as she stepped aside to allow us to pass.
I regarded her with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, taken aback by her sudden willingness to defy the organization's orders.
"Don't you work for the organization?" I inquired, a note of skepticism in my tone. "Are you really ready to turn your back against them?"
She shook her head, her resolve unwavering. "I have no desire to work with scum," she replied firmly, her gaze unwavering as she helped me lift Pluto from the cold, stone floor.
With Pluto cradled in her arms, she glanced back at me, uncertainty clouding her features. "How can you fight an entire organization?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
I offered her a reassuring smile, though inwardly, doubts gnawed at me. "I've got my own ways," I reassured her cryptically. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
She hesitated for a moment, her gaze searching mine for answers. Eventually, she seemed to find what she was looking for, placing her trust in me as she turned to leave the cell, Pluto held securely against her.
As they disappeared from view, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. Activating my ability, a surge of power coursed through me, igniting a fierce determination within. With a grim smile, I stepped into the corridor, ready to kill a entire orgainazation.
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Villain POV
The leader sat in his dimly lit chamber, his attention fixated on the photograph of Lloyd, a valuable asset now reduced to ashes by the flickering flame of a candle. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly tore his gaze away from the remnants of his lost resource, shifting his focus to the figure kneeling before him.
Alex, his once loyal subordinate, now knelt before him in abject misery, a stark reminder of the consequences of betrayal. The leader's lip curled in disdain; sentimentality had no place in the world of assassins, and loose ends were best severed swiftly.
Yet before he could act on his impulse, a deafening explosion rocked the chamber, sending tremors rippling through the underground complex. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring his vision as chaos engulfed the room.
"Finally I found you," a voice rang out, cutting through the tumult like a knife. The leader's eyes widened in disbelief as the unexpected intruder emerged from the smoke, his features illuminated by an otherworldly glow.
Lloyd stood before him, his eyes ablaze with a crimson hue, tendrils of dark energy swirling around his outstretched hand. The leader's mind raced, scrambling to comprehend the surreal turn of events. There had been no indication that Lloyd possessed such abilities; the omission had been a grave oversight.
"You are really stupid, aren't you?" Lloyd's voice, tinged with amusement, pierced through the chaos, mocking the leader's bewildered expression. "I came from a school for ability users. What made you think I was a normal human being?"
The leader's jaw clenched in frustration as the implications of his oversight dawned on him. He had underestimated Lloyd, dismissed him as insignificant, and now he faced the consequences of his arrogance. With a grim resolve, he prepared himself for the confrontation that lay ahead, knowing that he faced a formidable opponent in the young assassin before him.
As the leader's whistle pierced the tense air, the shadows seemed to come alive, coalescing into the figures of deadly assassins who materialized with lethal precision. Row upon row, they stood, a formidable assembly of trained killers, their faces shrouded in the darkness of their hoods.
Lloyd's gaze swept over the gathering, his eyes alight with determination and an unmistakable aura of power. Each assassin felt the weight of his scrutiny, an unspoken challenge that hung in the air like a palpable threat.
"You really messed with the wrong person," Lloyd's voice rang out, cutting through the silence like a blade, its tone dripping with a mixture of fury and steely resolve. His words reverberated through the chamber, carrying with them a warning that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to oppose him.
The assassins exchanged wary glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes as they grappled with the gravity of Lloyd's declaration. They had faced countless adversaries in the past, but none had exuded the same aura of power and unyielding determination as the one before them.
For a brief moment, a tense stillness settled over the chamber, the air thick with anticipation as both sides prepared for the inevitable clash. The leader's gambit had backfired spectacularly, unleashing forces beyond his control and inviting the wrath of a foe unlike any they had faced before.
The leader, his composure shattered by the ferocity of Lloyd's onslaught, scrambled to regain control of the situation. Panic flashed across his features, his mind racing to devise a countermeasure against the overwhelming power now arrayed against him.
But before he could formulate a plan of action, the full force of Lloyd's attack descended upon them, a tempest of destruction that left no room for escape. The underground chamber erupted into chaos as the cataclysmic energy consumed everything in its path, leaving behind nothing but devastation in its wake.
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Lloyd POV
Standing amidst the wreckage of the once-grand hotel, I surveyed the devastation with a mix of satisfaction and lingering regret. I hadn't intended to reduce the entire building to ruins, but circumstances had forced my hand, leaving nothing but smoldering debris in my wake.
With a heavy sigh, I approached the crumpled form of the fallen leader, his body broken and lifeless from the impact. Despite the chaos and destruction surrounding me, curiosity compelled me to inspect the man's face, hidden for so long behind a mask of deceit.
Gingerly, I removed the mask, revealing a visage marred by burns and scars, a testament to the leader's twisted ambitions and ruthless nature. But there was nothing remarkable about the face that stared back at me, no hint of the formidable adversary he had once been.
Disgust welled up inside me as I gazed upon the ruined features of my fallen foe, a mere shell of the power-hungry tyrant I had once knew. With a dismissive gesture, I cast the body aside, my thoughts drifting to the fate of Pluto and Stephanie, my unlikely allies in this chaotic confrontation.
"It been a long time Abaddon," The voice belong to someone I thought who forgotten about my past identity. "I never thought you were blonde."
As I turned to face the familiar voice, I was met with the sight of Mister Glasses, his presence bringing back a flood of memories I had long buried. Despite the chaos around us, he seemed surprisingly upbeat, his glasses glinting in the dim light of the ruined hotel.
A wry smile tugged at my lips as I acknowledged his observation. "Yes, Mister Glasses, it has been quite a while. And yes, I suppose you could say I'm a natural blonde," I replied, my tone tinged with amusement. "But I must say, you seem rather pleased to see me again."
Mister Glasses returned my smile, his demeanor relaxed despite the destruction that surrounded us. "You made a request, and I've come to fulfill it," he explained, gesturing towards the wreckage. "Though it seems your internship has ended sooner than expected."
I chuckled softly, a hint of irony in my voice. "Yes, it appears things didn't quite go as planned," I admitted, joining him as we walked towards the waiting limousine. "But I can't say I didn't enjoy the experience."
As we approached the vehicle, I caught sight of Pluto and Stephanie inside, both alive and unharmed. Relief washed over me at the sight of them, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction despite the chaos we had left behind.
With a casual shrug, I climbed into the limousine, ready to leave the wreckage of the hotel behind me. As the vehicle pulled away, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one filled with uncertainty and possibility. But for now, I was content to leave the past behind and embrace whatever the future held in store.
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Villain POV
Emerging from the debris of the collapsed hotel, a figure struggled to rise amidst the chaos and destruction. Covered in dust and debris, the individual surveyed the scene with a mixture of disbelief and fury. Their entire left arm was missing, a casualty of the devastating blast that had torn through the building without mercy.
Anger simmered within the person, fueled by the injustice of their situation. They had been betrayed and left for dead by someone they once trusted, their life shattered in an instant. With grim determination, they turned their attention to the lifeless body of the leader, their disfigured face serving as a stark reminder of the havoc they had wrought.
Picking up the leader's mask from the ground, the person donned it, their features hidden behind the symbol of authority now rendered meaningless. It was a guise they would use to exact their revenge, to confront Lloyd Garmadon and make him pay for the suffering he had caused.
With a steely resolve, the person vanished into the shadows, their true identity concealed beneath the mask of their adversary. They knew that their journey would be fraught with danger, but they were prepared to risk everything to ensure that justice was served. And as they embarked on their quest for vengeance, they vowed that Lloyd Garmadon would soon face the consequences of his actions, unaware of the retribution that awaited him.