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Sparks danced around Victor's fingers as he stalked the streets near the warehouses, looking for any signs of resistance activity.

It was fun, sometimes, to see who might be afraid of his powers.

He liked patrolling in general -- not only was it his duty to Umbridge, but it added to an internal database of all island activity that he suspected might come in handy some day. But today, with the extra mission from Topher ... well, today he felt like being out on the streets was a moral obligation.

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The closer it got to Saturday, the more nervous Billy got. The explosion last night hadn't helped, and when there'd been nothing about it on the radio, all he could do was assume the worst.

For now, Billy was wandering around looking for anything that might be helpful tomorrow. He wasn't good at putting together weapons, and Tony was still convinced that helping the resistance wasn't a good idea, but maybe someone else would be able to make something out of scraps.

Victor hadn't seen anything interesting yet. He spotted a couple cats, two of the clinic's nurses gossiping as they walked to work ... nothing else.

He was considering blasting a couple trees for the practice of it when he noticed a slight guy with dark hair poking around. Finally.

"Billy," he said in a flat voice that didn't match the attempted smile on his face. "Topher said you have something of his."

Well crap.

"Hey Victor," Billy said, attempting a smile himself. "Uh, he did? I think I gave him back everything I might have had after our breakup. Did I miss something?"

"Sonic taser with headphones," Victor supplied helpfully. "I'm pretty sure it was Stark technology. He misses it."

He tapped a finger at his chin. "Y'know, when you guys split up, you lost the right to borrow his toys."

"Yeah, I'm sure he misses it, but he can't have it back," Billy said with a sigh. "I gave it back to Tony, and he dismantled it. Topher's going to get himself or someone else killed if he keeps playing with things that are too powerful."

"He upgraded me, and I have no complaints," Victor pointed out, not realizing the obvious problems with that statement. "The taser's really gone?"

He did not want to disappoint Topher with this news.

"Yes, it's gone, and you can tell him he's not getting another one like it while I'm out here," Billy said. "In your upgrade, did he make it so you don't care about killing people, like him?

"He removed some unnecessary security features that kept me from achieving my full potential," Victor said coolly, and if there was some part of him that didn't like what he was saying, that recognized it had once been his worst nightmare, it didn't show.

He stepped forward, let a few sparks dance around his fingertips as he lowered his voice.

"You sound like one of them, anyhow -- disarming somebody on our side. Have you gone rogue, Billy?"

"I was trying to keep Topher from doing something he might regret later. There's already enough violence going on, we don't need to add to it." That 'we' might have included Victor and his sparks too, in some hopeful kind of way.

For a moment, Billy thought about lying, but he knew how he sounded, and he knew he was probably screwed no matter what. "No, I haven't gone rogue," he said. "'Going' rogue would imply that I'd ever been a loyalist to begin with."

"Don't say that," Victor said, with a flash of his old personality. The sparks on his hands had stilled for now. "If you say that, I have to bring you in. What you're saying is treason -- and you know magic, so it's worse."

Edited 2012-07-27 19:26 (UTC)

"Then be treasonous," Billy said, with a hint of desperation. "People are dying, Victor. I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend that what Umbridge and her minions are doing is okay."

"That girl in detention wouldn't have died if she had just followed the rules," Victor said, and the unease in his voice dropped out as he kept talking. "Nobody dies if they just do what Umbridge wants. It's easy."

He brought up a hand slowly. "I should just knock you out and bring you in. Maybe somebody back at the school could get these crazy ideas out of your head."

Billy sighed, and small bits of electricity crackled in his hands. "It's not crazy. I'm not crazy," he said. "I don't want to hurt anyone, and that includes you. But I'm not about to let my mind get taken."

Victor eyed Billy's hands apprehensively. He'd seen enough of Nico, and almost enough of Billy, to have a good idea this might not be fun for him if it turned into a real fight.

"You might get lucky," he said. "They might shut you in detention instead of playing with your brain. Either way, it's not up to me"

And then he was going to bring his own crackling hand up and try to electrocute Billy, hoping he had enough control to get unconscious-but-not-dead. But if he overshot, well ... Billy had only asked for it.

Edited 2012-07-27 21:31 (UTC)

Billy brought his hands up, but hesitated for a moment, afraid of really hurting Victor. Unfortunately, that moment was all it took for Victor's zap to hit, and Billy crumpled to the ground unconscious ~~for which there is a lack of icons, woe~~.

Just because he'd been expecting something like this didn't make blacking out pleasant, and the last conscious thought he had was the hope that Topher would be all right in whatever happened tomorrow.

Victor froze for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. Partially it was that he didn't really like hurting anyone, but mostly it was just that he knew Topher would be upset.

He hadn't even managed to get the taser back.

Anyhow, it was time to clean up his mess. He scooped up Billy and carried him off to where Loyalist police could decide what to do with him.

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