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      âYOU DIDNâT TELL ME!!â He yelled, a hint of glitch choking him up at the very last second. His face had changed, from something that looked far too innocent to⌠disappointment, a murderous rage. However, his hands sat in the air, fingers curled into claws, twitching and vibrating at infrequent times as he debated just exactly what he was doing. Until now, Olivia had been his most capable non-meta fighter, destroying the competition, made a lot of garbage he had to clean up. It was wonderful, his favorite fights of the night⌠And now? Well, now things were different.Â
     A shaking breath turned into a much more malevolent chuckle, shaking his head and painfully slowly lowering his hands. He brought them up again to pull the goggles from his eyes, pushing down the entire open-faced cowl with them. âI will admit⌠you were wonderful to watch without the use of your ability⌠however⌠thereâs a very⌠very big problem now.â The lightning had started to quiet down, the evil speedster coming back mostly into full vision. His eyes⌠those still seemed to glow with the fury of a lightning storm. âYou signed under me as non-meta. You wanted to terminate that contract, and yet youâve violated my one rule.â
Olivia didnât flinch at his outburst, he didnât scare her, maybe he should have but ever since the Battle of the Gulag there wasnât much that could scare her, sheâd already lost everything, there was nothing more she could lose. âFor a speedster youâre not very fast at getting to the pointâ she commented, clearly not having the patience for whatever it was Thad was trying to do. âJust tell me what you want.â











