Assassins were hard to come by. It wasn't exactly a job you could just apply for. Most had been raised from birth, trained to be silent killers worth hundreds of thousands for grand assassinations. She had lived in an orphanage since she was just a baby, found left in a box on the steps in the middle of the box. Her life was mostly normal for the first few years, growing up in the large communal home, watching as other young girls came and went. Though things changed when she was around six or seven, still too young to really remember.

Men in dark suits came in that day, most ignoring the young girls as they walked through the house. Their gazes were hidden by the sunglasses that they wore, but she remembered a feeling of dread as one of them glanced her way. The group all muttered to one another, nodding and whispering as they continued on through the orphanage. She went back to coloring in the corner of the room, scribbling on blank sheets of paper with worn out crayons.

Each girl she grew close to would eventually leave, it felt like loosing a sister, so she stopped talking to the other girls after a couple years. She had always been quiet, reserved, shy. It was hard not to be when strangers would wander in, glancing around at the children like they were puppies up for adoption. She never liked the people who stopped by. Maybe that's why she never got picked. They all felt gross, like their smiles weren't truthful. The orphanage wasn't in the best part of town, a rather sketchy and run-down location, which meant a lot of the people who stopped by were equally as unsavory.

The men came back into the room, leaving the office with the woman in charge of the orphanage following close behind. She grabbed the little girl's hand delicately, causing the child to drop her crayon. "Come on, sweetie." The woman cooed gently. "It's time to go."

She looked over her shoulder at the men, intimidating in their stance. The little girl looked up at the woman who ran the orphanage, her eyes pleading. Like she knew they weren't good people. She didn't want to leave the only home she had ever known, not to mention the only mother she had ever known, but it wasn't her choice.

One man grabbed her arm, pulling her off the tiny wooden stool she was sat upon. "Come." He said, speaking in a thick accents that was unfamiliar to her. He looked old with a thick beard that was a mix of whites and grays, along bushy eyebrows that didn't match his slicked back and well-kept hair.

With teary eyes, the little girl stumbled along as she was pulled out of the orphanage. She looked up at the man tugging her, catching a glance at the look in his cold eyes. It made her shiver with fear, a mix of emotions that she couldn't describe in his gaze. The other suited men followed close behind, leading back to a couple nice black cars that were parked on the streets right outside.

It had begun to rain, pouring down from a dark sky above. He lifted the little girl up and into the car, placing her onto a wooden crate that acted as a booster seat. He strapped her in before shutting the car door, the locks clicking as he walked out of view of the windows.

That was what she remembered, most of the other details of that day too fuzzy to remember. Though it started her life, her new life. For the next decade or two she spent her life training. Learning. Working. She learned every different way to kill, multiple different languages and accents, learning how to fight. She was trained day and night until she was an ideal assassin, trained to be silent like the night and as lethal as a lion.

She was trained to be the perfect spy, the perfect killer. But even then, she wanted more. To become more. She underwent multiple surgeries meant as an experiment, plans to create the ideal human soldier. Experimental drugs were pumped into her blood to make her stronger, while certain parts of her were taken apart and replaced with mechanical software. Her eyes were one of the cybernetic replacements she received, giving her the ability to see infrared vision and night vision, even while having the appearance as regular, natural eyes.

She was the perfect assassin. Trained like a dog with the ability to kill in a matter of seconds. For the longest time she worked with the people who trained her, following commands to kill high ranking political figures or rich assholes, though soon enough she was sick of it. Not of the killing, she was happy to do so, but of the lack of control that she felt. She didn't have a house or a life, she lived on base and only lived to serve.

Which is why she ran. Ran from those people to become her own assassin. The money would be good, more than enough support herself. Now she could have her own life, be her own person, while still doing the thing she was trained to do.

Kill.

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A figure peered through a pair of binoculars, the moonlight pouring down through the clouds onto her body. The wind brushed through her hair, as she stood on the rooftop of a large building in the city.

She didn't appear to be human, the white of her eyes an inky black, while her iris had a dark blue glow. The outfit she wore had long sleeves that hung over her hands attached to her leotard, the color similar to her eyes. The suit extended down to her legs, the fabric of her outfit somewhat shimmery, as if stars from the night sky were trapped in her clothes.

Along with that she had a dark cape that started around her waist which went down to her ankles, and dark black boots to finish her appearance. Her long walnut locks flowed in the wind, miniature sparkles in her hair glimmering from the moonlight. She lowered the binoculars, letting out a slight sigh as her shoulders relaxed.

"C'mon Pearl," A voice called from behind, footsteps approaching the woman. "Stalking him now?"

"I'm just checking on him, Jimmy." Pearl said, rolling her eyes. "Shouldn't you be back at Evo watching over the city? I mean, we're the only two superheroes that they have."

"I'm covering for me." He shrugged, stepping forward into the moonlight. Jimmy wore a blue one piece suit, red gloves and boots along with white accents across the fabric of his costume. He had a brown utility belt around his waist, along with a red bandanna pulled over his mouth and nose, and a white 'S' on the center of his chest.

Pearl scanned him up and down, a skeptical look on her face. "I still don't like the costume." She huffed, turning away to look back through her binoculars.

Jimmy looked outraged as he gasped. "How dare you! I made this myself!" He said dramatically with a lovely twirl to show off his outfit.

"And I'm not too crazy about the name," She added. "I mean, 'Solidarity'? It makes no sense."

"It's a pun! Cause, you know, I can, uh, make...clones...of myself..?" Jimmy chuckled awkwardly as Pearl stared at him blankly.

"Dumb pun." She smirked.

"HEY!" He frowned, stomping his foot in anger. "It is not a dumb pun! It's funny because Solidarity means unity, and I work in unity with myself!"

To prove his point, Jimmy stepped away from himself, walking out of his body like he simply phased through it, creating an identical copy of himself. "See?" The two spoke in unison, gesturing to one another. "We work in perfect harmony! Makes total sense!"

"Okay, okay, whatever. Still, why are you here? I thought I told you I was just doing a quick check up on Grian." She asked, watching as the superhero's clone faded like a ghost, while the actual Solidarity approached the edge of the rooftop.

"I wanted to see if he's already replaced us yet." Jimmy said while snatching the binoculars from her grasp, staring through the window of Grian's apartment.

"He just went to bed, you dork." Pearl teased.

Jimmy grumbled something angrily as he threw the binoculars onto the ground. "You always have all the fun without me."

"Come on, this isn't anything fun. We're just babysitting him from a distance."

"More fun than back home. Nothing ever happens in Evo. It's the most boring place to be as a superhero."

"You'd rather live in a busy city like this, crime every night?"

"Fine. You got me there." Said the hero with a sigh of defeat. "Come on, I doubt anything bad is gonna happen to Gri. He just moved to a new place, no way he could be tracked down so fast."

"We don't know that. We don't know...him. How fast he could work. For all we know, he could be in Grian's apartment right now." Pearl frowned, worry in her dark eyes.

"I really doubt that he would come to a city this big just to find Grian."

"You heard what Taurtis said, Jimmy. He said that Sam would stop at nothing to find Grian. That's all he would tell us. Something is clearly up with the two of them and this 'Sam' guy, but Taurtis said he was dangerous. We can't just let our friend stay here in a gigantic new city unprotected."

"It'll be okay, for now at least." He smiled, placing a hand on Pearl's shoulder. "Come on, we'll figure something out. But for now we should get on a train back home."

She frowned, but nodded. The two turned to head off of the rooftop, but they froze up at the two other figures that had been waiting there. One was rather colorful, dressed like some kind of courtroom jester with a long red cloak and a smiling theater mask to conceal his identity. Another was much shorter, a girl with a black witch hat. Her hair was down to her shoulders, wearing a dark cloak with different mixes of pink and purples.

The girl held a book in one hand, while the other was pointed at the two superheroes. An aura of pink magic surrounded her fingertips, before surrounding Pearl and Jimmy, pulling them forcefully to the ground to kneel before the two. The jester walked forward, tilting his head to the side as he studied the heroes.

"Never seen you two before." He said curiously, "You don't look like villains but...We can't exactly be sure."

"I got this, Jangler." The girl said as she stepped forward, flipping through the pages of her book. She pointed her hand at the two, purple magic surrounding her as she cast another spell. Pearl felt herself loose her breath for a moment as a pulse of magic shot through her chest, a feeling of fog and drowsiness starting to flood her thoughts.

"That should force them to tell the truth." She smiled, taking a step back for Jangler to do the talking.

"Thanks." He nodded, before turning his attention to the two superheroes. "Alright. Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"We're superheroes." Jimmy immediately said, the words spilling out before he could process what he was saying. "My name is Solidarity, and this is LunaLux. We normally watch over the city of Evolution, but our friend moved here and he might be in danger."

Jangler and the witch shared a look with one another. "What are your powers, and what kind of danger?"

"I have the ability to manipulate moonlight. Depending on the phase of the moon I'm either stronger or weaker. I can use it to do a lot of things, but mostly shoot blasts of energy. Solidarity can create identical copies of himself." Pearl, or rather, LunaLux explained. "We don't know much, but our friend used to know someone who is now after him. He's some kind of murderer or something. We've been told he'll stop at nothing to hurt our friend."

"Hm." Jangler took a step back, nodding. "Okay Enchantress, you can let them go."

Suddenly the overbearing weight on the two heroes was lifted, and the two could stand and move on their own again. Jangler offered his hand to Luna, while Enchantress helped Solidarity up. "Sorry about all this. We've had a recent increase in villains. We don't know who's friend or who's foe."

"It's alright." Lux nodded, "You're just trying to keep people safe."

"And so are you two. This friend of yours— what's his name?" The witch asked.

"Grian. We don't know if he's in danger or not. We don't know a lot about this guy, only that he'll come after Grian sooner or later." Solidarity explained.

"We'll keep a close eye on him. All of us heroes." Jangler assured the two.

"Thank you. Your support means a lot." Luna smiled.

"I can teleport you two back to your city if you'd like." Enchantress suggested while opening her book of spells, purple and pink magic radiating off of the pages.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to stick around. I've been thinking about coming here to help with the crime. I've heard it's been rather bad." LunaLux asked, glancing around at the glowing city.

"It has. It's like villains have started to multiply. Your help would be really nice." Jangler spoke with a sigh of relief.

"I'll head back to keep an eye on Evo." Solidarity said with a nod, "Stay safe, Lux."

"I'll keep in touch." She nodded back.

Enchantress waved her hand, pink and purple colors mixing together in a magical aura. A swirl of the colors surrounded Solidarity's feet, like a hurricane of magic with him at the center, which only continued to grow as it spun around him. With a flash of light and a small explosion of sparkles, he vanished from the rooftop in mere moments.

Luna felt her phone buzz after a few moments of staring in awe, pulling it out of her pocket to see Solidarity was calling her already. "You alright?" She asked, slightly chuckling.

"I think I might hurl, but I'm home." He responded with a sickly groan.

"Whoops," The witch blushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I should have warned you that teleportation can make you rather dizzy."

"Next time I'm taking the train." Solidarity mumbled as he hung up the phone.

Luna laughed slightly, tucking her phone back into her pocket. "Jeez, he's gonna be mad about that for a while."

"Oh dear." Enchantress placed her hands over her mouth, clearly remorseful.

"Don't feel bad, Solidarity deserved it for one reason or another."

"I think we've had enough chit-chat." Jangler said as he turned away, his cape flowing behind him as he walked to the edge of the rooftop. "We'll take you to our base to meet up with the other heroes. They can show you the ins and outs of the city. It'll be helpful to have an extra set of hands on board."

"I'm here to help." Lux nodded, glancing over her shoulder at Grian's apartment window. "I just want to keep people safe, just like you."

"We'll make sure your friend isn't hurt!" The witch assured Luna, "Don't worry, no one will hurt him."

"He's like a brother to me. And whoever this guy is, I'm going to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone." She said firmly, her eyes holding a serious gaze.

"Then let's get going, shall we?" Jangler asked, offering his hand to LunaLux.

She nodded, taking his gloved hand. "Right. Let's get to work."