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He heard his name repeated and it took him a moment to realize that it was coming through his helmet. \n\n“I’m stuck,” he choked out. “I’m pinned and the place is on fire.”\n\n“Agent Bishop’s on his way now,” the voice answered. “Back up will be there soon after.” Raph recognized the voice as Agent Zach Peterson. \n\n“Hey, Zach, I haven’t heard your voice in a while,” Raph said, trying to take his mind off his pain. “How’s the new addition?”\n\n“The baby’s great,” he answered. “My wife needed to have a c-section, Troy was just too big to fit. He was over nine pounds.”\n\n“Troy’s a fitting name then,” Raph quipped. It was starting to get harder to breathe. From his spot under the rubble, he could see that there was more impact damage than fire. The small flames still posed a danger but at least they were not yet all consuming. \n\nFrom his position Raph could saw someone step into view. Thought he could only see the feet, he could tell that it wasn’t Bishop. He didn’t think that he would be grateful for being crushed under a pile of debris but at least it kept him hidden. \n\nAs the man walked away from him, Raph could see that it was Hun. The large man had on a mask to protect him from the smoke. He walked up to the overturned hover chair and looked down. “Was there and accident?”\n\nRaph couldn’t see past the large chair but when Garbageman reached for Hun, he could see the burned and bloodied hand. “Help me,” Garbageman rasped out.\n\nHun just continued to look down at the injured man then, without a word, turned to leave. \n\n“Don’t leave me,” Garbageman pleaded. \n\nHun paused midstride and turned to look back down at him. “You have outlived your usefulness.”\n\nGarbageman struggled to get up and moved himself enough so that Raph could see the damage caused by the blast. His face was covered in tiny cuts, burns, and streaks of blood. “I have done so much for you and your gang. I have value. You would have never figured out how these weapons worked without me.”\n\n“This is true,” Hun nodded. “You did such a wonderful job with it and documented everything thoroughly. Now my men can, and have been replicating your work with ease.” He turned again and started to leave. “You can burn with the rest of this junk for all I care.”\n\n“That’s your problem. You can’t see the value of what’s in front of you.” Garbageman screamed the words out in desperation. “This stuff has value. I have value…. I’m your brother.”\n\nHun turned to him again, “What?”\n\nGarbageman coughed and wheezed as his body shook. “We were conjoined. Instead of paying a doctor to do the surgery, our father took us to a back ally butcher. He severed my spine. Haven’t you wondered where you got that scar on your back?”\n\n“You’re the one father threw out?” Hun looked down at Garbageman in disgust. \n\nGarbageman was visibly shocked. “You knew what he did?”\n\nHun scoffed, “You were trash then and you’re trash now.”\n\n“Don’t look down on me,” Garbageman hollered, trying to pull himself free. “I would have made the better son. You are nothing but a giant ape.”\n\nHun ignored the cries of his brother and turned to leave. He managed to take a few steps before he was knocked back by a solid kick from Bishop. Hun collided with an unstable pile of scrap and was buried. \n\n“Raph?” Bishop called out. \n\n“Here,” Raph called back. “I’m stuck under this junk.”\n\nBishop rushed over and started to dig Raph out. Looking up at Bishop Raph said, “What’re you doin? You’re not wearin any protective gear. Where’s the team?”\n\n“I got here faster than they did,” Bishop answered. “Don’t worry about me.” The words barely had a chance to be spoken when a heavy chunk of debris was thrown at his head. Bishop managed to move out of the way, receiving nothing more than a scratch on the cheek. \n\nHun stood among the pile of scrap, holding a second piece ready to be thrown.\n\n“I wasn’t planning on killing you,” Bishop stated flatly, pulling out a gun, “but if you insist.” He shot several times at Hun but the large man was quick for his size and managed to evade them. As he dodged out of the way, Hun hurled another large piece of scrap. Bishop jumped out of the way and continued to shoot at Hun. \n\nThe flames where growing but the progress was slow; fortunately metal just wasn’t good tender. There was more smoke than flame but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. \n\nHun managed to bring the fight in close, twisting the gun from Bishop’s hand. The two fought each other, both men greater than what they appeared to be. \n\nHun tried to get to the pile crushing Raph to help it in its progress but Bishop managed to keep him from it. \n\n“I noticed that you called Nightwatcher, ‘Raph’,” Hun’s gravelly voice was mumbled by the mask. “That red banded freak has been the costumed vigilantly all this time? I will take great pleasure in pulling the helmet off his corpse and leaving him revealed for the world to see. That is, of course, after I’ve taken care of you.”\n\nBishop didn’t waste time with posturing and boasting. He simply wanted to end the fight as quickly as possible and get to safety. He met Hun blow for blow but despite all the modifications he had done to his clones, the smoke was getting to him. \n\nBishop’s hacking coughs had Raph doubling his efforts to get out from under the rubble but he was trapped. “Where’s the backup?” \n\n“They’re on their way” Zach answered. \n\n“Tell them to hurry,” Raph snapped back.\n\nGarbageman was frantically working on his hover chair. “I’ll show you trash.” He managed to patch up some of the systems but it wasn’t enough to get him up off the ground. His chair whirled and whined as it tried to get airborne again then it sputtered and stopped. “I will not be so easily dismissed.”\n\nWith a look of malice in his eyes, he slammed his meaty hand down onto the control panel. Raph called out a warning but it came too late. The chair released a small rocket missile, aimed at the two fighting men. \n\nThey noticed the projectile too late. It hit Hun and detonated, tearing through is sensitive flesh, the force of the blast sending Bishop flying back.\n\nRaph was once again blinded and dazed. “John!” he called out, shaking his head to free it from the haze. When his vision cleared, he was met with the image of Bishop burned and motionless on the floor a few inches from him. Panic filled Raph, “John!”\n\nThe thundering sound of several footfalls filled the room as backup finally arrived. It was accompanied by the sound of Garbageman’s screams. The flames had finally reached him. \n\nThe weight was lifted from Raph by several men while others collected Bishop and rushed him out of the building. More agents got to work putting the flames out but they weren’t in time to save Garbageman. Raph closed his eyes against the sight of him and let the agents free him. \n\nAs the final weight was lifted from him, Raph could tell that his leg was in bad shape and guessed it to be broken. He was placed on a stretcher and rushed from the building. \n\n“Where’s Bishop?” he demanded as they loaded him into a van. \n\n“He’s already on his way to the compound,” one of the medical personnel answered. “He’s alive so Stockman is setting up to transfer him to a new clone.”\n\n“How’s my leg?” Raph asked the one who was cutting his boot away. \n\n“Puncture wound and a minor fracture from the look of it,” the medic answered. “But I won’t know for sure until we get back to the compound.” He stuck Raph with a needle and injected something into his ankle that quickly killed the pain. \n\n“Reports are coming in,” another agent in the van spoke up. “Hun is alive and is in custody. They are taking him to the compound for medical treatment. Garbageman is dead.”\n\n“Thanks,” Raph mumbled actually feeling slight twinge of sorrow for the jilted twin. \n\nWhen they got back to the compound they took Raph in for x-rays and stitched up his wound. He was happy to discover that he had only a simple sprain and that nothing was broken. The doctors splinted his ankle and told him to go to bed. \n\nAs he made his way to his room, an agent informed him that the transfer was successful and that Bishop was okay. He thanked the agent and continued on his way. \n\nHe opened the door to find Bishop standing in the middle of the room in nothing but his boxers. He turned at the sound of the door opening and watched as Raph hobbled his way to the bed. “This has been an emotionally stressful day,” Raph said, flopping down in the bed. “Garbageman was Hun’s twin and the fucker didn’t even care, treated him like trash. I would give anything to find out that my brother was still alive.”\n\n“What are you doing?” Bishop asked.\n\nRaph looked up at him and could read him well enough to see the concealed confusion in Bishop’s eyes. “I’m going to sleep. Like I said, it’s been a rough day. What’s with you?”\n\n“Let me clarify,” Bishop said coldly. “Why are you in my room?”\n\n“Our room,” Raph corrected. Sitting up, he lifted an eye ridge. “What’s going on?”\n\n“Why would I be sharing my room with you?”\n\nRaph’s heart skipped a beat and it took him a moment to find his words. “Because you asked me to, when you found out that I was Ashly reincarnated.”\n\n“You?” Bishop practically spat out the word. \n\n“Yeah, me,” Raph snapped back. “What, you don’t remember?”\n\nBishop scoffed, shaking his head. “That last clone must have been defective. It had to have been for me to want to start a relationship with you.”\n\nRaph got up off the bed, “I’m your fuckin soul mate.”\n\n“I have no desire to be with you,” Bishop stated flatly. \n\nIt was like a blow to the gut for Raph. He fought his tears as he nodded his head. “Fine, I’ll leave.” Limping around the room, he collected his things, including the music box and photo album. Bishop didn’t even flinch as Raph took those precious treasures. “You can handle the press release as to why the Nightwatcher is suddenly gone.”\n\nBishop didn’t respond, he just stood there and watched as Raph left. \n\nRaph made his way to the garage, intending on taking the bike. He passed the infirmary on his way and saw Hun, bandaged and attached to machines. His left arm was gone, torn to shreds by the missile, and amputated. Only a stub at the shoulder remained. \n\nWalking up to Hun, Raph looked down at his longtime foe. “It’s a cruel thing, fate. It gave you a second chance with your brother and you didn’t deserve it. He died and you lived, just like you thought had happened all those years ago. You are a heartless bastard and I hope Bishop makes you suffer the rest of your pathetic life.”\n\nWith that, Raph turned and left. \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"His ears were ringing and his vision was filled with stars. It felt like he was falling but he could feel the floor under him. When he tried to get up, his head spun and the stars in his eyes flashed brighter. The disorientation was the least of his problems.

As he started to come back to his senses, Raph could feel the weight of the debris pinning him down. Then, as the ringing in his ears faded the roar of the flames filled the void. He heard his name repeated and it took him a moment to realize that it was coming through his helmet.

“I’m stuck,” he choked out. “I’m pinned and the place is on fire.”

“Agent Bishop’s on his way now,” the voice answered. “Back up will be there soon after.” Raph recognized the voice as Agent Zach Peterson.

“Hey, Zach, I haven’t heard your voice in a while,” Raph said, trying to take his mind off his pain. “How’s the new addition?”

“The baby’s great,” he answered. “My wife needed to have a c-section, Troy was just too big to fit. He was over nine pounds.”

“Troy’s a fitting name then,” Raph quipped. It was starting to get harder to breathe. From his spot under the rubble, he could see that there was more impact damage than fire. The small flames still posed a danger but at least they were not yet all consuming.

From his position Raph could saw someone step into view. Thought he could only see the feet, he could tell that it wasn’t Bishop. He didn’t think that he would be grateful for being crushed under a pile of debris but at least it kept him hidden.

As the man walked away from him, Raph could see that it was Hun. The large man had on a mask to protect him from the smoke. He walked up to the overturned hover chair and looked down. “Was there and accident?”

Raph couldn’t see past the large chair but when Garbageman reached for Hun, he could see the burned and bloodied hand. “Help me,” Garbageman rasped out.

Hun just continued to look down at the injured man then, without a word, turned to leave.

“Don’t leave me,” Garbageman pleaded.

Hun paused midstride and turned to look back down at him. “You have outlived your usefulness.”

Garbageman struggled to get up and moved himself enough so that Raph could see the damage caused by the blast. His face was covered in tiny cuts, burns, and streaks of blood. “I have done so much for you and your gang. I have value. You would have never figured out how these weapons worked without me.”

“This is true,” Hun nodded. “You did such a wonderful job with it and documented everything thoroughly. Now my men can, and have been replicating your work with ease.” He turned again and started to leave. “You can burn with the rest of this junk for all I care.”

“That’s your problem. You can’t see the value of what’s in front of you.” Garbageman screamed the words out in desperation. “This stuff has value. I have value…. I’m your brother.”

Hun turned to him again, “What?”

Garbageman coughed and wheezed as his body shook. “We were conjoined. Instead of paying a doctor to do the surgery, our father took us to a back ally butcher. He severed my spine. Haven’t you wondered where you got that scar on your back?”

“You’re the one father threw out?” Hun looked down at Garbageman in disgust.

Garbageman was visibly shocked. “You knew what he did?”

Hun scoffed, “You were trash then and you’re trash now.”

“Don’t look down on me,” Garbageman hollered, trying to pull himself free. “I would have made the better son. You are nothing but a giant ape.”

Hun ignored the cries of his brother and turned to leave. He managed to take a few steps before he was knocked back by a solid kick from Bishop. Hun collided with an unstable pile of scrap and was buried.

“Raph?” Bishop called out.

“Here,” Raph called back. “I’m stuck under this junk.”

Bishop rushed over and started to dig Raph out. Looking up at Bishop Raph said, “What’re you doin? You’re not wearin any protective gear. Where’s the team?”

“I got here faster than they did,” Bishop answered. “Don’t worry about me.” The words barely had a chance to be spoken when a heavy chunk of debris was thrown at his head. Bishop managed to move out of the way, receiving nothing more than a scratch on the cheek.

Hun stood among the pile of scrap, holding a second piece ready to be thrown.

“I wasn’t planning on killing you,” Bishop stated flatly, pulling out a gun, “but if you insist.” He shot several times at Hun but the large man was quick for his size and managed to evade them. As he dodged out of the way, Hun hurled another large piece of scrap. Bishop jumped out of the way and continued to shoot at Hun.  

The flames where growing but the progress was slow; fortunately metal just wasn’t good tender. There was more smoke than flame but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Hun managed to bring the fight in close, twisting the gun from Bishop’s hand. The two fought each other, both men greater than what they appeared to be.

Hun tried to get to the pile crushing Raph to help it in its progress but Bishop managed to keep him from it.

“I noticed that you called Nightwatcher, ‘Raph’,” Hun’s gravelly voice was mumbled by the mask. “That red banded freak has been the costumed vigilantly all this time? I will take great pleasure in pulling the helmet off his corpse and leaving him revealed for the world to see. That is, of course, after I’ve taken care of you.”

Bishop didn’t waste time with posturing and boasting. He simply wanted to end the fight as quickly as possible and get to safety. He met Hun blow for blow but despite all the modifications he had done to his clones, the smoke was getting to him.

Bishop’s hacking coughs had Raph doubling his efforts to get out from under the rubble but he was trapped. “Where’s the backup?”

“They’re on their way” Zach answered.

“Tell them to hurry,” Raph snapped back.

Garbageman was frantically working on his hover chair. “I’ll show you trash.” He managed to patch up some of the systems but it wasn’t enough to get him up off the ground. His chair whirled and whined as it tried to get airborne again then it sputtered and stopped. “I will not be so easily dismissed.”

With a look of malice in his eyes, he slammed his meaty hand down onto the control panel. Raph called out a warning but it came too late. The chair released a small rocket missile, aimed at the two fighting men.

They noticed the projectile too late. It hit Hun and detonated, tearing through is sensitive flesh, the force of the blast sending Bishop flying back.

Raph was once again blinded and dazed. “John!” he called out, shaking his head to free it from the haze. When his vision cleared, he was met with the image of Bishop burned and motionless on the floor a few inches from him. Panic filled Raph, “John!”

The thundering sound of several footfalls filled the room as backup finally arrived. It was accompanied by the sound of Garbageman’s screams. The flames had finally reached him.

The weight was lifted from Raph by several men while others collected Bishop and rushed him out of the building. More agents got to work putting the flames out but they weren’t in time to save Garbageman. Raph closed his eyes against the sight of him and let the agents free him.

As the final weight was lifted from him, Raph could tell that his leg was in bad shape and guessed it to be broken. He was placed on a stretcher and rushed from the building.

“Where’s Bishop?” he demanded as they loaded him into a van.  

“He’s already on his way to the compound,” one of the medical personnel answered. “He’s alive so Stockman is setting up to transfer him to a new clone.”

“How’s my leg?” Raph asked the one who was cutting his boot away.

“Puncture wound and a minor fracture from the look of it,” the medic answered. “But I won’t know for sure until we get back to the compound.” He stuck Raph with a needle and injected something into his ankle that quickly killed the pain.

“Reports are coming in,” another agent in the van spoke up. “Hun is alive and is in custody. They are taking him to the compound for medical treatment. Garbageman is dead.”

“Thanks,” Raph mumbled actually feeling slight twinge of sorrow for the jilted twin.

When they got back to the compound they took Raph in for x-rays and stitched up his wound. He was happy to discover that he had only a simple sprain and that nothing was broken. The doctors splinted his ankle and told him to go to bed.

As he made his way to his room, an agent informed him that the transfer was successful and that Bishop was okay. He thanked the agent and continued on his way.

He opened the door to find Bishop standing in the middle of the room in nothing but his boxers. He turned at the sound of the door opening and watched as Raph hobbled his way to the bed. “This has been an emotionally stressful day,” Raph said, flopping down in the bed. “Garbageman was Hun’s twin and the fucker didn’t even care, treated him like trash. I would give anything to find out that my brother was still alive.”

“What are you doing?” Bishop asked.

Raph looked up at him and could read him well enough to see the concealed confusion in Bishop’s eyes. “I’m going to sleep. Like I said, it’s been a rough day. What’s with you?”

“Let me clarify,” Bishop said coldly. “Why are you in my room?”

“Our room,” Raph corrected. Sitting up, he lifted an eye ridge. “What’s going on?”

“Why would I be sharing my room with you?”

Raph’s heart skipped a beat and it took him a moment to find his words. “Because you asked me to, when you found out that I was Ashly reincarnated.”

“You?” Bishop practically spat out the word.

“Yeah, me,” Raph snapped back. “What, you don’t remember?”

Bishop scoffed, shaking his head. “That last clone must have been defective. It had to have been for me to want to start a relationship with you.”

Raph got up off the bed, “I’m your fuckin soul mate.”

“I have no desire to be with you,” Bishop stated flatly.

It was like a blow to the gut for Raph. He fought his tears as he nodded his head. “Fine, I’ll leave.” Limping around the room, he collected his things, including the music box and photo album. Bishop didn’t even flinch as Raph took those precious treasures. “You can handle the press release as to why the Nightwatcher is suddenly gone.”

Bishop didn’t respond, he just stood there and watched as Raph left.

Raph made his way to the garage, intending on taking the bike. He passed the infirmary on his way and saw Hun, bandaged and attached to machines. His left arm was gone, torn to shreds by the missile, and amputated. Only a stub at the shoulder remained.

Walking up to Hun, Raph looked down at his longtime foe. “It’s a cruel thing, fate. It gave you a second chance with your brother and you didn’t deserve it. He died and you lived, just like you thought had happened all those years ago. You are a heartless bastard and I hope Bishop makes you suffer the rest of your pathetic life.”

With that, Raph turned and left.
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