"Escalated?" Percy inquired, "From fighting... drug dealers and an Epithet you can't control?"

Richard nodded.

Percy asked, "Richard you've left something out of all this."

Richard turned away, knowing what was about to be asked.

Percy asked, firmly, "Your parents. Do they have anything to do with your views?"

Richard clenched his fist tightly, "The law ain't done shit for me and never will. If it did I wouldn't have had to deal with their shit... for almost 17 years."

"Richard I can help you a lot more if you're open with me," Percy explained, "You've frankly have helped us catch many dangerous criminals. I can't ignore that."

"I'll be dead by nightfall probably but for now let me explain how I got here..." Richard replied.

"So what do we do with Cain?" Fred asked.

Richard smirked as he checked Cain's pockets and stole the man's phone, "We make him talk."

Richard began filming from Cain's phone and pulled the hood of his black jacket over his face as he tossed the phone to Giovanni, "Follow my lead."

Richard kicked Cain, waking the man up as he grabbed Cain by the shirt collar and spoke with a sadistic smile, "Now Mr. Cain was it?"

Cain spit blood and looked at the young man, "Please... have mercy..."

Richard's eyes suddenly went wide and he grabbed Cain's face, "Mercy? Mercy!?!"

Cain's face began to decay and bleed as Richard screamed, "Where was your so called mercy when I needed it!?! Where was your so called mercy when Morgan needed it!?! Huh!?! Mercy has fucked me over more times than its helped me! Mercy is a fucking joke! Mercy is weakness! Weakness means you'll take her away from me again!"

Richard dropped Cain, who's face now has a red area where Richard's hand was where a lower layer of skin was exposed in a hand print shape.

"Woah haven't you done enough?" Fred asked.

"Keep rolling," Richard glared as he took a deep breath and collected himself, speaking to Cain as if he were shaming a pet online, "Now, Cain, buddy. Why don't you look into the camera there and tell all the nice people you've hurt what you did."

"I..." Cain spoke, coughing, "I am a drug dealer. I sell cocaine and LSD."

Richard smirked, "Good. Good. You can rest now Cain."

Cain closed his eyes as Richard ordered, "Send that to the news and crush the phone. We can't get tracked."

"You enjoy this to much," Giovanni commented as he complied, sending it to the local news and crushing the phone under his shoe.

"I remember that report," Percy interjected back in the present, "That was... horrible. The screams and the blood. What's wrong with you?"

Richard continued, ignoring the question, "Anyways we needed to lay low and I knew a guy..."

"Where are we going?" Giovanni demanded as the trio walked through the forest, "We need to hide!"

"That's where we're headed," Richard explained as he approached a quaint home in the suburbs, jumping the backyard fence before Giovanni had to help Fred over. The trio walked across the emerald green grass in the yard and knocked on the front door to which answered a tall, fit older man with a quite beard who glared at the trio...

(Cut to commercial break here. Cue eye catcher.)

Name: William.

Epithet: Sterile.

Stamina: Five stars.

Proficiency: Four stars.

Creativity: Three stars.

Other Notes: Sterile can make any surface totally clean of all mess or bacteria. With it William never has to clean his house as his Epithet makes it clean itself.

Gave Richard his brass knuckle.

Stern dad energy.

(Scene continues.)

The man glared down at the trio for a few moments with his intimidating presence and massive figure before he demanded, "Why aren't you at school?"

"I can't take my home anymore," Richard explained, "And my buddies here need a place to lay low."

"Kid I've stitched you up like a doll," the old man glared, "Assisted your violent actions, and defended you from the authorities. Do you know what I have to say about this?"

The old man glared for a second before patting Richard on the head, "Come on in kiddo. I just made sweet tea."

The trio entered the kitchen to discuss matters as back in the interrogation room Cain interrupted, "Wait. Question."

"What's up?" Richard asked.

"What exactly did you expect to happen with sending Cain's confession to the news? Why not call the cops?"

"With all due respect your station is crooked as the branches of a willow tree," Richard explained, "Actually, no. I say that with maximum disrespect to those crooked fuckers. Let me tell you about cops, Percy. They only cares about themselves. If a teen smokes a blunt, the teens goes to jail. Good. 15 year olds shouldn't smoke weed. Same crime commited by a middle aged stoner who emotionally abused her son and confessed? The cops don't do shit! They only cares about themselves and protecting their personal reputations. They don't give a flying fuck about anyone but themselves and won't do their fucking jobs!"

"Now that you mention it I remember I was the only one willing to work the case when the news came on," Percy explained...

It was several weeks ago in the police station as Percy arrived in the forest to where Cain was leaned against a tree. She cuffed the man and spoke into a walkie talkie on her uniform, "We got him. The lead was real."

Percy summoned a healing tower, which stirred Cain awake as he looked up at the cop and glared, "That little bastard..."

"You are under arrest for dealing and possession of illegal substances," Percy explained, "You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to-"

Cain threw a sharpened rock at Percy who dodged as Percy rose to his feet and lunged with a sharpened stick. Percy dodged and fired her gun at his knee, knocking him down.

"That little punk and his friends..." Cain muttered, "Purity..."

Percy cuffed Cain and continued to read him his rights before the the man laughed, "Save it officer. I'll be out in a week."

"No one escapes the long arm of the law," Percy glared as she slammed the door of the car behind Cain.

"You think this is over cause you caught me?" Cain laughed, "The boss will just call Ramsey and I'll be home free when he helps me pay bail."

"Ramsey?..." Percy asked...

After dropping off Cain Percy made a stop at a low security prison where Percy sat in his cell, watching a small T.V., laid back as he sips a soda.

"Ramsey," Percy greeted, anger in her eyes.

"Hey Percy good to see you!" Ramsey exclaimed, "You did get me a nice spot! I owe you one!"

"Well you might be moving," Percy glared, "Given your connections to the drug trade."

"Hey woah woah," Ramsey protested, "What do you mean? I don't touch that shit. Even I have standards. Maybe not for what I draw, I'll draw most anything but-"

"Then why did Cain mention you?" Percy demanded.

"Cain?" Ramsey asked, suddenly becoming enraged, "That rat bastard is still alive!?! That son of a bitch!"

Ramsey collected himself and calmed down, "Sorry. He's a bit of a sore spot. He works with a Senpai in the Banzai Blasters. Him and two others handle the drug trade under their Senpai. I... I once forged gold for them to pay bail. I didn't know it was for a drug dealer and Cain lied to me. Later that day..."

Ramsey fell silent and sighed as he sat down, "I had a buddy of mine trying to go clean. Later that day Cain sold him the goods. He was dead of an overdose by morning. If I had known, Percy, I would've turned on Cain in an instant..."

"I'm sorry," Percy replied with a calmer tone, "Do you know anything that can help me stop them? About this, Senpai?"

Ramsey looked at the floor and paced as he explained, "The Senpai would have to be forced out. Chances are he's already sent one of his other two head goons to get Cain. Percy, I don't know if you consider us friends..."

"Eh so-so," Percy explained, "You're still a criminal."

"Then I ask you not as a criminal but as your fellow man," Percy pleaded, "Let me help you destory these guys. Not for a shorter sentence or better cell. Just to avenge my friend."

"I'll see if you can come as a... consultant on the case," Percy replied after thinking for a moment, "Until then, enjoy your show. I have to look into this further."

Percy explained back in the interrogation room, "And then you guys came along and I was caught up with both cases. So, how did you get so big?"

"It started small," Richard explained, "But we grew with each purification."

Giovanni and Richard are shown fighting people and filming confessions as a growing number of people gather behind them. Richard narrated, "Many wanted a pure world. And as we grew we saw more to purify. Giovanni, I was his right hand man. William patched us up if we got hurt, and we built a small army. Then one day..."

Richard screamed at an unseen figure as the grass across William's entire backyard shriveled and dies under the full moon, "Shut the fuck up! Get out of my head! Stop screaming at me!"

Giovanni exited the house with stiches in his arm, "Hey..."

Richard collected himself and replied, "Oh hi! I'm not crazy! I wasn't talking to any one! Ha ha! Ha... shit...."

Giovanni approached Richard and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Your Epithet is based in pain and it's been growing stronger... do you need to talk?"

Richard asked back in the interrogation room, "You asked about my parents yes?"

Percy nodded, "Yes sir I did."

"Well fine here's the truth..." Richard sighed.

Richard and Giovanni layed down, looking at the stars above, "There's a reason I'm like this. My parents were emotionally abusive and neglectful to me a lot. Often would tell me how worthless I am. How blood is everything and how I owe them respect just because of genetics! Genetics don't mean SHIT! I... started to see things when I was 10. I'm schizophrenic as can be. I see children, hear them. Screaming. Begging. Clawing in my brain. I have to save them. All of them. I can't bare to see children in pain. It hurts. Their pain hurts. The screaming hurts. I have this... one figure I see a lot. I call him Purity. He... He's a lot more violent. Wants me to kill, but I refuse to kill. I often can't tell what's real anymore Giovanni. I can't keep it together much longer."

Giovanni sat up and replied, "Richard... I'm so sorry."

"And the cops?" Richard chuckled, "The cops are a mother fucking joke? I've seen druggies make a confession to a cop's face and then just walk on home. The cops are crooked as fuck. In fact, I've purified some crooked cops. If I get caught, Giovanni, I'm not going to jail. I'm gonna die. They'll kill me cause I know to much. If I get caught? I'm going to Hell."

Giovanni replied, "Richard... you're not alone in this. I'm here for you. I care about my friends. My minions."

"Do you ever feel that child abuse is like some sort of eldritch, lovecraftian horror? That the more you look at it the more mad you become? Because that's what it does for me. I've dealt with so much child abuse... back at my high school the teachers would take about teens getting drunk and kids getting beat and emotionally abused as if these things were FUCKING JOKES! I would hear about it every day as I just walked from class to class, just, in the halls. So common it was accepted as out of the open. By proxy alone I was driven to madness. Then Morgan-"

Back in the interrogation room Richard cut himself off.

"Who's Morgan?" Percy demanded.

Richard shook his head, "You get the idea."

"So what happened next?" Percy asked.

Richard inhaled as the scene returned to the past.

"Buddy, you're one my minons. One of my friends! I've only known you three weeks but, I care about you man. I... I think you should... God there's no easy way to say this but it may be best to check into a mental health institute or at least see a therapist! You gotta do something! This is killing you! I'm not letting you die on me."

Giovanni gave Richard a one armed hug, "After all, a boss takes cares of his minions..."

"But didn't Giovanni's gang help turn you in?" Percy asked, "This doesn't add up Richard."

Richard sighed, "That's because everything changed when..."

Richard fell silent for a moment then collected himself and elaborated, "When Molly got involved..."