The Reemergence Leads to a Finality (vs. Gordon and Grimm)

[David Hunter]

***The events that are being recounted took place January 3, 2020. It will explain David Hunter’s absence in further detail.***




Prisons suck.

I know that’s not a controversial statement to make, but given my task as a narrator is to follow David Hunter and his life as it plays out, the fact that this is once again his place of residency…well…it’s starting to become a trend I’m not a fan of.

And the fact that it’s not just any prison, but the prison held on the grounds of the Council’s headquarters just kinda escalates the entire thing a smidge further.

For those not in the loop for the almost three months since you’ve read my words, David went to Tampa, Florida for a reunion of his dad’s old wrestling show. The one his family helped build and establish. His original goal wasn’t to wrestle, he gets his fix of that in Pure Class. No, his goal was to see his sister and stepmother one last time.

To take things back further, he was presently under the employ of Phillip Silver. In the Game that they take place in, Mr. Silver is a broker of deals, specifically the monkey paw kind. The two agreed to an employer-employee relationship even though David was already under probation with the Council. This obviously didn’t sit well with them and they had been on a manhunt to take David in for good.

One of the only things David asked for before being hired by Mr. Silver was to say goodbye to his stepmom and sister, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

He got his chance. And it was even better than the last time he saw them.

Unfortunately, wrestling a match and then quickly letting his family know he loves them was all he had an opportunity to do before Professor Paradox—one of the Council Seniors for the few still paying attention—decided to sweep in and capture him.

Yeah apparently David’s dad didn’t feel his son worthy of a personal visit.

Anyway, to wrap this recap up, David was arrested and tried to a prison cell in the Council’s HQ until they could figure out an official punishment for him.

The worst part is that he was useful the first time this happened. Now?

Well, it’s like Lapis said.

He’s sour grapes. All the connections he's made and allies he's gained have just kinda…fiddled or become meaningless.

So where does that leave David?

Well, ideally, he’d be released due to being under the employ of Mr. Silver, who, if he really gave a damn, would broker a deal to release David. The bad news is that such a deal would come at so high a price that Mr. Silver would have to take it out on David, which begs the question if it’s even worth it.

Given his connections and friendships and alliances he’s made over the last decade or so of his life, one would argue that…yes, it is worth it, even if they are pointless or dead now.

Of course, I’m biased, so…

…it’s kind of a crapshoot in terms of where David sits.

I mean, obviously, he sits in the cell, but I mean the royal ‘sits.’

“Jesus Christ, shut up Heather!” a familiar but agonizing female voice says.

Fuck off Heather.

It’s instinctual.

Instinctual enough to make me reel back and realize that Heather fucking Chandler just spoke.

“No shit I just spoke,” she says. “I might be dead but as long as I’m floating and transparent than you can bet your ass I’ll be talking.”

What the hell…?

Outside of David’s cell, behind the thick steel doors keeping him locked in, Heather aimlessly floats, still stuck in her red kimono, leaking blue fluid from her mouth.

“Heather?” David asks.

“No, it’s Mother Theresa. No shit it’s me,” she says.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” David’s voice cracks.

Turns out a few days in confinement with very little water isn’t good for a person. Who would’ve thought?

“Uh, I’m here to get you out to help with the war that’s raging in the facility?” Heather asks more than says, as if confused by the very notion of asking the statement in the first place.

If that sentence last bit confused you, then it probably holds nothing to David and I, who…are also very confused.

Turns out the steel door also keeps out noises. But not irritating ghosts. 'Fun' fact that…

“Gonna have to help me out here. I’ve been stuck in this cell for three days. What the hell is happening out there?” David asks.

“Oh, just your everyday war. You know: violence, guns, swords, two sides fighting for victory, the usual happenings to occur in your usual war,” Heather says way too nonchalantly for my liking. “All kind of centrally located in the auditorium above.”

Huh…apparently being omnipresent doesn’t really matter if you’re only omnipresent around one person.

“Well, that sounds like a real blast,” David says.

The very word causes Heather to flinch, which is…not something I expected, but will choose to ignore.

“Unfortunately, I am currently stock in this cell and without any weapons. Besides, it’s not like it matters. The only chance I have of going free is if I kill Noxorus with my own hands,” he says.

And the chances of Noxorus himself being here seems pretty—

“Noxorus and all of his soldiers are here,” she says.

Okay what the fuck?

“Bullshit. He’d have to be desperate to get to that point, and given how smart he seemed, he should’ve known by now who had the Cyclonian crystal,” David.

“Nope. Turns out your girlfriend found out and made the whole thing an Incursean Royal Secret. If any of her people revealed it, they’d be dead,” Heather.

“Huh…gonna have to keep that in mind,” David.

“Please do. She deserves more than what you did to her,” Heather.

Right, well, as lovely as this is, they could’ve just—

“And when they tried to go to the Cyclonians themselves, well…I don’t really know, actually. She was down for the alliance until your name got dropped. Then she shut them off and forced them to leave without anything. Not sure what that’s about.”

“Oh…” is all David can say.

It doesn’t stop me from laughing enough to cry.

Of all the fucking things to come back and save us in the end, it was David finding out what he likes in a woman.

Way to leave an impression on her champ.

“Okay…gonna have to ask what that’s about later,” Heather says, looking up towards where she thinks I might be.

“You really don’t. In fact, I’d rather it never be brought up again,” David says.

'You’re aware of who you’re talking to right”? both Heather and I ask at the same time.

Which is still a bitch to format properly.

All David can do is sigh in defeat.

“Nonetheless, as much as I’d like to be involved, I am still stuck in here,” David says.

“Oh, I got that solved too! Yo, girlie!” Heather yells.

After a few moments of pause and one-sided conversation bordering on an argument by Heather (because what else would Heather ever be in but an argument) there is a blas—I mean roar that echoes throughout the walls of the cell. Not a thunderous clap, but just a silent ripple that can be felt more than heard.

A few more seconds pass before the door slides open.

What can be seen is Heather floating next to the witch that David had dealings with in Phoenix a while back. Messy brown hair, cardigan vest, blue knee-length skirt, and a twig of a wand in her hand. Heather holds her hands out like she’s presenting a prize, which, given the situation, she essentially is.

“Phoenix!” David calls.

“It’s Hermione, you twat. Let’s go. Silver promised I could go home if I let you out and I just did,” she says.

She walks away from the doorframe, leaving Heather alone to stare at David’s affairs.

David’s poor affairs.

David's poor, ugly, disgusting affairs.

“You look like shit,” Heather says.

Yeah that.

His hair has grown out to beyond his shoulders, what facial hair he has is poorly grown in, his clothes are ratty and torn in a few locations, and above all else, he is just full of dirt and grime.

“I haven’t had a shower in a while, leave me alone,” David says.

“Well, first things first, we’re getting you into some water,” Heather says.

David exits the cell, following a ways behind Hermione, who is waiting at the end of the hall tapping her shoe on the floor.

“No, first things first, we’re getting him stocked up,” Hermione says.

“But the shower is on the way. It’ll be a quick in and out, no problem. I’ll meet ya there. Heather, you go with her,” David says.

Hermione opens her mouth like she wants to argue. She shuts it and groans, muttering a few words about ‘job almost done’ and ‘he’s already out Hermione’.

With that, Hermione and Heather head on their happy way. David follows them through the corridors of the prison.

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After finding himself with cleaner hair and a much cleaner body, David takes some time to dress himself and stock up on what he needs to fight.

Settling on a nice black button-up shirt and a pair of black slacks—turns out Jack (the other senior member, Spicer, not his dad) wasn’t keen on t-shirts—and arming himself with a pair of pistols, a nice collection of ammo for 'em, and a cool enough dagger that I'm only 99% sure belonged to a member of the Fire Nation royal family he found along the way, David exits the armory, finding only Heather waiting.

“Where’d Phoenix go?” David asks.

“She hightailed it out of there after you entered. I don’t think she likes you,” Heather says.

“Well yeah, I kept her wand hostage and tortured her for information, of course she doesn’t like me. Still though, it’d be nice to be courteous, you know?” David asks rhetorically.

“I know right? Those wizards are so arrogant,” Heather answers anyway.

You two are truly incredible.

“Aw, thanks Heather!” Heather says with a grin.

I hate you.

“Enough flirting. We have a battle to stop and a horrible terrorist…lizard…thing to kill. It shouldn’t be too bad. He’s only the biggest rated Big Bad in existence,” David says.

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To say it’s bad seems like an understatement.

David expected bad. I mean, it’s in the title ‘Big Bad.’

But even the word ‘bad’ seems like it isn’t doing it justice.

On the side that David entered, he can see Paradox, Spicer, and his dad all huddled together, shouting orders and trying to maintain some semblance of order.

On the battlefield, he can already see Mercury, Ace, Qrow, Nathan, and Revy all fighting with members of Noxorus’ army. Looking a bit closer, he can spot Miss Poppins and Lapis as well. Shit, even Argit is trying.

Which makes the three huddled together even more conspicuous.

Miss Poppins suddenly sends a blast of magic into her opponent before teleporting herself in front of David, just as he approaches the trio of Council seniors.

She fiddles with David’s collar and hair, muttering to him.

“Nice of you to join us, David. The shirt is a good look for you, though I would have expected better attire for a battle,” she says.

“Kind of a last-minute thing, Miss Poppins. Be lucky I’m here at all,” David says.

“Yes and isn’t that going to be a fun conversation to have with them. Now, are you fully prepared?” she asks.

“As I ever will be,” he says.

“Good…and good luck.”

With that, she teleports back to the battlefield, leaving David alone with the three senior members…who are now staring at him with little to no emotion for him to gauge the conversation off of.

“Is that my shirt?” Spicer asks.

“Better question: what the hell are you doing here?” David’s dad asks.

“Better question,” David intercedes. “What the hell are you three doing here?”

Good gauge.

Paradox sighs, allowing a modicum of exhaustion and probably frustration to leak out as he pinches the crown of his nose.

“Jack,” David says, looking towards Spicer. “You’re a genius industrialist who could create anything if they put their mind to it. You also have the Reversing Mirror, which is a hell of a weapon. Paradox, you’re literally a time lord. Do your timey-wimey shit and fix this. And you…”

He looks to his father, who only raises his eyebrow in response.

“You’re one of the toughest people I know. You’ve survived worse than this in a wrestling match. Why aren’t you out there?”

“Because, David, despite what you might believe, our goal is to maintain the multiple universes and keep them from collapsing,” Paradox begins. “All the interweaving and dimension crossing has cost us too much time and effort to maintain. We’re doing our part to change that by not doing our part. As a matter of fact, we’ve decided to suspend all interdimensional travel henceforth.”

“What?” David shrieks. “Spicer, you agree with this? You? The scientist?”

“Hell no,” Spicer says, sharing a side-glance with Paradox. “But I was outvoted. Such are the rules of seniority. Rule of three, best of three. My hands are tied.”

David turns his eyes again towards his father, who has his arms crossed over his chest.

“This is not a decision made lightly, David,” he says.

David snorts, shaking his head to try and alleviate some of the animosity between the two of them. It's to no avail but you can't blame a guy for trying.

“Despite what you might think, not everything revolves around you. Hell, near as I can tell you’ve had enough of this shit to last you a lifetime. It’s time to go home. Pack things up. The Game is over.”

David’s head starts to shake, attempting to keep the neck from cracking.

“Oh, look at that, you’ve done it now,” Spicer says.

“Oh, is the Creator going to preach to us? How excitingly dull,” David’s father says.

Nathan chooses then to walk up to them, talking while reloading his twin Berettas, though unknown knows who let him have them.

Or who let Revy give them to him.

“Antagonizing Leo is not a good idea, Jack. You have already had your fill of Creators: better to not make another one your enemy,” he says.

With that, Nathan returns to the battlefield, hopping back over the makeshift divide of tables and desks.

The trio of Council seniors turn back around to see David shaking his head. He regains control soon enough, pinching his nose to alleviate the small headache forming.

With a deep exhale of breath, David looks back up at them.

“If you three aren’t going to do something, then I will,” he says.

He walks past the three of them, with only his father grabbing his arm.

“David, don’t do this. You don’t need to,” he says.

David shakes his arm lose, grabbing the pistols out of his pants and aiming them towards the ceiling.

“My friends and family are out there fighting for their lives, fighting for each other, fighting to stop Noxorus. Unlike you, this isn’t just a job. Unlike you, I’ve gained more than I’ve lost in this Game. Unlike you, I don’t just sit on the sidelines and hope things work out,” David says.

“David, please—” his father starts, but is interrupted.

“Mom’s death was as much my fault as Frank and Chuck’s were yours. I understand your hesitance, but not this pacifistic bullshit. What happened to the Hawaiian dumb-ass who fought and defeated the Big 5? What happened to the Hawaiian dumb-ass who took down Dr. Lecture like he was nothing? What happened to the Hawaiian dumb-ass who created numerous characters, made numerous allies, and fought numerous villains just so he could go home and make sure his family was safe and alive? Did he die when Frank and Chuck did…or was he just another level of bullshit you fed me?”

David turns around, getting his left foot on one of the desks and ready to hop over.

“What happened to Chuck and Frank wasn’t your fault. What happened to Mom wasn’t mine. It’s time to stop thinking of the past and start looking towards the future…and maybe this future needs a fourth group for people tired of your politics. Sit and watch if you want…I have a job to finish.”

With that, David hops over the barricade, approaching the battle raging on in front of him.

A couple soldiers try and fight him, but they are taken down by a pair of pistols to their noses and a bullet to their knees.

As he makes his way through the legion of soldiers, some he recognizes, others he ignores with a passing glance, he is aware of only one thing.

Do not kill unless necessary.

Whether it be a Fire Nation soldier trying to stop his enemy or a monster from Mewni just in it for the fun: do not kill.

If there’s one thing in this fucked up Game he’s tired of it’s all the senseless killing. So David tries his best. If he has to shoot a kneecap or bust a nose, he’ll do it. If he has to slice a heel or stab a shoulder, he’ll do it.

Unfortunately, there are some casualties that will take place. A few people he finds here and there are too hard to fight and end up with a bullet in the eye or a knife through the neck. Not planned nor desired, but that’s the Game they play.

It isn’t until he meets a recognizable face that he stops.

Larxene.

With her black hood down revealing her blonde hair and her arms raised so her knives gleam in the LED lights above us, she smirks.

Cocky shit.

David puts his empty pistols in his pants, pulling out a knife of his own.

The two lock eyes, smirk meeting fairly passive face.

She throws.

He dodges.

She throws again.

He dodges again, this time while advancing.

A few knives trickle in, slicing his arms and newly found shirt, but it does little to stop a headbutt that crashes into Larxene’s nose. David holds onto her hood, bringing her up and meeting her in the middle with another headbutt. This one, sends her leaning back, the blood pooling from her nose.

David lets her cloak go, allowing her to collapse on the bloodied and beaten-up floor of the auditorium.

With a sniff, he tears what’s left of the tattered shirt, allowing it to fall into the puddle of blood slowly forming by Larxene’s wound.

David continues onward, avoiding fights, but slicing soldiers where necessary. It’s not a happy affair, especially when blood finds itself colliding with him. His hair, his chest, his stomach, his arms, but especially his face. The more blood he spills, the more it seems to collect on his face.

When a few drops get into his mouth, all he does is just spit the liquid copper out.

As he approaches the other side of the auditorium, he can see Noxorus wielding his blade. His collective group of friends and family attempt to stop him, but the sword he has keeps them at a bay. A few unlucky, but nameless soldiers of the Council end up falling with quick slices that end in gore for their corpses.

Ew.

With a sigh, David tosses the knife towards Noxorus. With a quick up-turn, the blade meets the knife, sending the latter soaring away.

“David!” a few members of his group manage to shout.

“Ah yes, the prodigal son. Welcome back to the frontlines. Did you come here to watch your friends die?” Noxorus asks.

With a smile never seen before, David realizes something as he looks into the lizard-alien-fuckin thing’s yellow slits for eyes.

Holy shit he’s afraid.

“Well put Josh,” Miss Poppins says.

Noxorus’ eyes narrow as he glances up towards where he thinks I might be.

Sucker.

I’m not even there.

“It’s interesting,” David says, getting out his pistols. “For someone as all-powerful as you, you’ve never really been tested. Say what you want about my dad or my uncles, but they were retired or veterans. They’ve had better days in better environments. But you? All you’ve done is kill a bunch of no-namers and pissed off a bunch of big-timers. Congratulations, you’ve got the spotlight…and all you wanted to do with it was take over the world? Ambitious, but stupid. Spicer…he wanted to take over the world…but he realized the futility in that dream. And when I’m comparing Jack Spicer in a positive light to anybody, you know you’re fucked.”

Noxorus stares at David, the smile no longer on his face. He holds his sword in front of him.

“Oh, tired of talking already? That’s fine. Let’s get this over with, I guess,” David says.

“What, going to fight me one-on-one?” Noxorus taunts.

“What? Of course not. I’m not an idiot, I just needed you distracted while they all got in position,” David says.

“Until they all what?” Noxorus asks.

A whip of water comes and wraps itself around his left hand, forcing it open and held out. A string of magic is next, gripping the right hand and prying it open, sending the blade to the floor.

“What is this?” Noxorus asks.

His arms shake with the visible struggle of trying to free himself, but when a few shots from a sniper and laser rifle respectively to both legs force Noxorus down, he starts to glance around.

Mercury and Argit approach, wrapping their arms around his thick neck, doing what they can to keep the man in place. While the rest of the pack continue to fire and keep Noxorus where they need him, David approaches. He pockets the pistols, leaning down and grabbing the heavy blade that was once his enemy’s.

“This isn’t a bad sword. It makes portals, right? I wonder what would happen if I…”

David lifts the sword up, signaling for Mercury and Argit to move. When the sword comes down, slicing through his left shoulder and into his abdomen. With a scream of agonizing pain, Noxorus begins to thrash. The water whip turns to ice and the magic becomes more taut.

He isn’t going anywhere.

The blood from the newly exposed wound geysers up, catching a few of those near with an icky, thick, oozing black liquid substance. Most of it forms around David, with some of it flowing down his face, mixing with the already existing crimson from the various other soldiers he just fought.

Meanwhile, a portal has formed itself in the abdomen of Noxorus. However, due to his arms being held and Noxorus still resisting the pull despite his current threshold of pain being beyond exceeded, he isn’t removed from this spot immediately.

Instead, he just glares up at David.

“You might think you’ve won today, David. But mark my words, I was only the beginning. You think you’ve never fought someone like me? Please! You’re weak. You’re all weak! And it doesn’t matter which character you grab. It doesn’t matter who you create. It doesn’t matter what story you force upon all those who dare witness it! You’ll never be anything! You’ll always be weak!”

David leans forward, cracking his neck and staring into Noxorus’ eyes.

“Ooh…what’s this? Is that…fear?” David asks.

Those around the two of them notice the change in their comrade. David starts to lean on the sword, an easy-going smile forming on his lips.

“The big bad Noxorus…reduced to a bleeding mess with not even his sword to keep him comfort. Tell me Nox…what are you? You’re not a Rotulgan. You’re too ballsy for the likes of them. You’re not a Carnellian, even if you look like them and bleed like them. You’re certainly not a 'monster'. Toffee was many things, but a conqueror like you? Hardly. See, Toffee knew how to pick his battles. Hell, everybody here knows how to pick their battles. Whether they were teamed with the protagonist or antagonist, they knew which side they choose.”

David uses his hand and picks Noxorus chin up so they can continue locking eyes.

“You’re the only odd…thing out. Even I, for all that I may seem otherwise, have merit. I knew what we were doing when we arrived here. I knew precisely which side I stood on when I found out what Nio was doing. Even now that I know the truth of us…the Creators…I know where I stand. So tell me Noxorus…what are you? Are you really just a creature with intentions of world domination…?”

David sneers, staring over at Noxorus closely.



“Or are you just another victim that David and I are leaving behind?”

Noxorus doesn’t respond. In fact, he slumps, aware of the inevitable.

With a snort, David stands up, holding the blade up.

“Pathetic. At the end of they day, they all kneel to my blade. And unfortunately for you, that isn’t an entendre.”

With one final move, David brings the sword down, slicing through Noxorus' neck.

The magic disperses, the ice thaws, and when the head begins to fall, the body enters the portal. Before the head can even hit the ground, it too enters.

When the portal dissipates, all that’s left is those that stand around what was once the biggest Big Bad the world-at-large will never know about.

“I’d personally say that’s a job well done,” David says.

Oh yeah, Leo can hear me when he’s in control.

Weird.

A pair of Berettas are cocked with both barrels aimed directly at David.

David drops Noxorus’ sword, sending it the floor.

He turns around, coming face-to-twin-barrels with Revy, who apparently was here fighting, didn’t know that, nice to know now I suppose.

“Didn’t we squash our beef?” David asks.

“I squashed it with David, not with you. Plus, a job is still a job,” she says.

“Hm. Fair point. Respect where it’s due…Rebecca,” he says, adding a smirk at the end.

Revy growls, which is precisely when the guns and weapons on both sides are aimed.

Behind David, Qrow aims his sniper, Mercury arms his legs, Lapis gets a water whip ready, Miss Poppins prepares her wand, Ace has his laser rifle up and ready, and Argit…the little bastard just tries his best to look tough.

Of course, this prompts the surviving Council soldiers to aim their rifles towards David and his group. The Council seniors approach, a wary look on their face.

Nathan walks up, stepping in between Revy and David.

“Let us just calm down,” Nathan says.

“Calm down? Calm down?” Revy shrieks in outrage. “You saw what this fucker did to them right?”

“Oh I’m sorry, and here I thought the Black Lagoon was a hand-holding camp where you made sweaters and crafted macaroni art. Come off it Rebecca, you’re high horse just grew five feet,” David says.

“Leo! Enough!” Nathan shouts.

“Enough huh? Funny that. David took a nap around the time he actually got to killing Noxorus. Yeah, turns out the kid can only handle so much…that or the taste of blood wore him out. Don’t worry kid, you’ll get used to it,” ‘David’ says.

If this is confusing me, I can only imagine how confusing this is to you.

“Just roll with it Josh,” David says.

“By the order of the Council of—” Professor Paradox begins to say before Nathan, of all people, interrupts.

“No. He will not be arrested here today,” he says.

“I beg your pardon, Diego, but I believe you are overstepping your bounds,” Paradox says.

David smirks, the blood on his face starting to cake and mix.

“No…no he’s right. I was arrested while acting under the employ of Phillip Silver. What I’ve done here today is not a mark on any of you, but on him,” he says.

“Then he will be punished in your stead,” Paradox says.

“And it is his right to punish David as he sees fit. However, given Mr. Silver has had no direct involvement in this, it is a matter of employer and employee, not of consequence to the Council. In regard to any past transgressions David has committed, you will bring them up with Mr. Silver and no one else,” Nathan finishes.

Paradox and Nathan stare each other down. Eventually, it is actually Spicer who breaks the noise.

“Right,” he says.

He walks in front of Revy, slowly lowering her Berettas down using his hands.

Reluctantly, the woman surrenders. She glares at Spicer before uncocking her pistols and holstering them. She walks the other direction, leaving the battlefield as it is presently.

Spicer turns back towards David.

“David Hunter…Leo…whomever I’m talking to, I would like it be put on record that any action taken today against our enemy will not be held against you, nor your employer,” he says.

“Jack!” Paradox reprimands.

“You’ve said enough, Paradox,” Spicer says.

He turns towards the Professor, glaring hard at him. The fact that he gets one in return does nothing to deter him.

“As I was saying…” Spicer says.

He turns back to David, who waves at him with a smile on his face.

“You were within your right to battle today as you saw fit, just as every other prisoner we brought forth were fit to battle. Given Mercury’s actions today I do what I can to grant him transfer to our prison. Furthermore, I will attempt to see the release of Ace as I believe he would be a good fit into our ranks.”

David just continues to smile. He doesn’t change or move.

Spicer raises an eyebrow.

David realizes the untold question.

“Oh! Oh, I’m sure David will be ecstatic once he wakes back up. I’ll be sure to relay him the news,” he says.

“Relay him this then,” it was David’s father’s voice.

The eyes of those remaining look towards Jack Hunter. He stands with his hands in fists at his side.

“As of this moment, any interdimensional travel has been suspended. Anybody caught traveling between dimensions will be arrested with full intent of the law, as it is established. Once an agreement and reestablishment of the laws has been complete, we will resume as normal. But…once all of you go back to where you belong, I can assure you that any dreams of a ‘fourth group’ you might have had…will be dead, just like that bastard you left with nary but a sword.”

David raises an eyebrow.

“Gee…thanks Dad—”

Jack is quick to interrupt. With a finger in his face, Jack speaks to the surrogate speaking through his son.

“You’re not my son. I don’t care if you’re a Creator, or an alien, or god damn Troll doll. Whatever you are, you’re not my son. Whatever that was, that wasn’t my son’s actions. You claim you only came out when he was going to kill Noxorus? You might not have had control of everything before then, but your existence influenced him enough to be covered in anybody’s blood who fought today.

All those who are alive who worked with him will be arrested, but what of those you killed? They had families and friends just like you. Would you justify yourself? Would you justify your actions?”

David lets out a smirk, but is quickly shut off as Jack lowers his finger.

“No. No you wouldn’t. I know you. I know your kind. I’ve been there. I’ve felt what you felt. This isn’t Leo. This isn’t David. This isn't my son. This is the act of a true Hunter...I know who you are.”

Jack lowers his hands, turning around. He can be heard one last time as he departs from the scene.

“You’re a Deathshot.”

As Jack exits the room, David can be seen swaying back and forth. Nathan and Miss Poppins are quick to step up and keep him balanced.

Following Jack, Paradox and the league of soldiers remaining exit the room.

Spicer remains, glancing at David and his group. He nods respectfully only once before joining his fellow Council members.

“Whoof. I don’t know about you, but I could really get back to wrestling now,” David says.

Seamless as always.

Nobody will notice.

Literally.