Incestuous?

Pfft.

Ignoramus, Alien and I have no idea if we're related or not. We both were in comas before the powers fell. In a way, however, we're twins, being reborn with the same powers, in the same hospital, in beds next to one another in fact. So the question remains, brother and sister?

I say non-biological until proven otherwise and thus the justification of our... intimacy.

Our mouths parted and we panted heavily as the rain disappeared. The sun shone brightly out from the clouds casting god-rays here and there. I sighed and checked the contraptions beneath my mud ridden clothes. Alien managed through his pants to mutter after a pat on my arm,

"Come, we must go."

We walked side by side as a rusting car passed, sloshing water our way. We paid our wetted feet no mind as we continued on towards our target. I pressed the buttons crudely put into the palms of our hidden gauntlets which unsheathed two personally grooved kitchen knives ready for the business man should he not pay for his "protection". Another wiggle of my fingers and the blades disappeared into the sleeves of my sloppily sewn up leather trench-coat.

"What if he doesn't have it?" Alien asked as we walked through a herd of people, glaring at them.

"Well," I straightened my newsboy hat and smiled at him after putting a tuft of my hair behind my ear, "isn't it simple? We kill him."

Alien snorted in disdain,

"Don't let the endorphins you get while killing blind you to the fact if we killed this fish we'd need a new one."

"Give a man a fish," I quipped, "he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he eats for a lifetime."

I sidestepped a man running off with a woman's dog. The poverty is so bad that... hell, I thought about shutting Alien up and getting that dog for dinner. The screaming woman ran past us as we walked by nonchalantly.

"And how does that apply to our businessman?"

"If we kill one of his family he'll be our fish for life."

"Or take his money to assassins."

"Really Alien?" We stopped at a pedestrian walkway watching cars pass, "Relax, didn't you make a DarkSide profile?"

"I did but-"

The light blipped green and we continued on.

"But what? We'll be fine."

Closing on our target's house we saw an interesting sight. Common nowadays but befitting my point in the conversation. At the house adjacent to our target's the owners were being evicted, a mother cried over her children and the father watched numbly as he joined us in the prison of homelessness. The home across the street had a car being repoed and I waved my hand wide.

"See? We're not the only ones getting our dues."

"Pfft, whatever Ali."

Alien climbed the steps as I lazily hopped up and rested my head on the porch railing like a cat. The door opened before Alien even knocked. My attention immediately bore into the man, he was paler than normal, he had sweat stains on his pits from a few minutes ago, and he didn't know we were paying him a visit. We stood in awkward silence until Alien cleared his throat.

"We haven't put battery acid into your water softener... yet, if that's what you're going to ask."

He discreetly glanced at the two of us, cat on his tongue. Normally he would show signs of irritation, hidden contempt, but today simply fear and unease. Something wasn't right.

"Alien-"

"Please," the plump hardware store owner said, "come in."

Alien discreetly glanced at me and back to the man. The silence making the situation unusually tense.

"Who's here?" Alien asked pointedly.

The man gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did.

"I don't know. He knows everything."

Alien glanced back at me but I was already climbing the rail, wiggling my fingers to ready my hidden pipe guns.

"Invaders."

"Move aside," I hissed to the man and the businessman fled a few steps back and then hid around a corner as he watched.

We moved into the living room at our left and we spied a man in black from his hair down to his boots. He pretended not to notice us pointing our jury-rigged gauntlets at him as he swipes mud from his propped foot. He lazily rose his gaze to ours and smiled. Smiled like he had everything under control. Like we weren't a threat. Smiled like we were the ones that should tremble. The cold in his gaze chilled me to the core.

"Oh, hello."

"Who." Alien bit out, leaning side to side on his words like it added weight, "The. Hell. Are. You?"

"The man who is about to hire this whole neighborhood." He stood, the tails of his blazer hanging lazily as he did, "Nice content on the DarkSide, by the way."

Alien clicked a finger to his palm, shooting a warning shot at the man. I was watching the man's eyes, he didn't flinch but subtle realization passed through his eyes, like he found a piece of a puzzle.

Or... a weakness.

"Now, now, how rash. Unprofessional even, you are aware the police might respond to that shot?"

"Much more reason for you to leave!" Alien hissed.

The man popped his neck and I said wearily, "Alien-"

"Or much more reason to end this quickly-"

The man moved so fast that I didn't even register the fact that two hidden-blade-like tasers popped from his sleeves when he took Alien's hand and bent his wrist back while prodding his neck with the other forcing Alien to hit his knees. I didn't even think about how the man's black leather gloves stopped the electricity from shocking him, or where the power source was hidden on him as I shot a grapple at him. My eyes widened when he dodged it and my DIY grapple pierced the wall behind him. With a smirk the man dislocated Alien's hand, grabbed the line of my grapple and wrapped it around Alien's hand and neck before yanking me down. Then the man rolled over Alien's back landing a foot into the back of my head and the last thing I remembered was my face planting into the wooden floor.
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Baron's pov

There was a knock on the door and I answered with a cup of Joe in my hand. I took a sip from my foam cup a very particular logo on the side. The officer spoke,

"Sir, I was called out on the premise of suspicious activity. You haven't heard any gunshots... have you?"

I took the final swig of my almost lukewarm coffee and said,

"Pfft, kid across the street had a mentos bomb. Look," I glanced side to side, "I'll tell her that her kid is acting up. She'll see you coming and think you've come to repo her home or something. Perhaps conscript her kids... she still remembers The Draft."

"Ah," he said giving me a suspicious look.

"Here," I set down my Dunking Donuts cup and gave him a hundred bucks, "get you and your buddies some snacks. For your services in keeping the streets safe."

"Oh... thanks. People don't thank us like they used to." He said before walking away.

"You have a nice day officer!"

I closed the door and walked back into the living room with my two new associates conveniently tied and gagged. The girl glared at me, a soft line of blood trailing down her face while her friend slept soundly. Alive... but asleep for now.
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A/N: Some of Alien's backstory! Tell me if you enjoy and want more!