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Sirens called out to him as the clouds and cold winter air chilled his skin. There cries lured him from his route and drove him to new places. Sirens of myth called men to their doom. The sirens of destiny city signaled in the Red Light district someone might yet be saved. Some might survive. The flashing lights drew onlookers of all sorts, but many would remain behind the dirty window frames, the broken wood doors of their homes, knowing better then to get involved. Why should they, the sirens were reminders of the dangers of their homes, of their jobs, of their lives. Why go outside to watch, if it would mean leaving to small safety of your domain?

You didn't.

So when Castor looked down from the shadows to see the yellow tarp, he knew he'd arrived late. One more life, gone. Anger welled up, his mind applying self blame. Ever inadequacy, ever failing to protect those who needed it. To protect his loved ones. His friends. His family. He could save the nameless stanger, chance did he have with his love? None.

Movement in the ally caught his attention. Few watched, but the man was skittish, had he caused it? Judging by the fact his hands were empty-
It was worth a risk to bring a killer to justice.

Jumping down the man was easy to pin to the wall. "Looking a little guilty tonight, hanging about in the shadows, looking over you shoulder like that. You have-"
"CASTOR!" The man cried his name as if he was familiar. Sure he was known in the district but not well. Shock and the man turned around. Up close the senshi could see the swollen face. The cuts. And the tears. "The thing wanted to find you. Took my girl. It- god-" Castor's confusion was matched by the man's frantic mumbling. "Out of her chest, said I had to find you. Tell you to go to the construction yard about half a mile down. It'd be there. Said it was about a girl. Lin something. I-"

All function shut down. "Linarite?" Castor's voice was cold, and the man stood, wide eyed. A simple nod of his head and Castor was off like a rocket. Someone wanted to get his attention.

All it took was a starseed and a simple name.

Logic should have told Castor not to go. That Admiral Ackbar was right, it was a trap. A trap with tarps even. The crinkling plastic might have blocked the cold wind but certainly didn't stop the feeling running down the senshi's spine. In faint glow of the yellow lights, Castor only saw red. Anger and hate filled his head, was it Tanz? Maybe, but calling him out would have been more direct, more violent. She'd have made a scene. This was too...basic for her. It had more planning, more of a human's touch. And Castor no longer expected anything human from the agent known as Tanzanite, the woman he affectionately once called Tanzy.

This was more...calculated.

"Who's here?" His voice rang out ove the rustling plastic, and moaning winds. "You wanted my attention?" He tore down one of the annoying plastic walls. Why? ******** if he knew, it just annoyed him. "You have it. Now what is this s**t about Lina?"








((ALL OF YOU GUYS ARE CREEPERS YOU KNOW :C /embarrassed))

To say your stomach dropped was incorrect for Castor. Something did drop. His heart. Time seemed to freeze as the words echoed in his skull with perfect clarity. The voice was colder then win, and as much as Castor wanted to say it was a trick, he couldn't be sure. Linarite still held a part of his heart, despite his efforts to rid himself of that last thread he held for her.

"No, she's not. I would have heard from another. Taking out a general would be good news for senshi, we..we'd hear about that sort of thing."

Hell, Taranis would have told him if he'd taken her out. The guy hated her deep enough that her death would have made him talk to him again.
Maybe.

Still, Castor didn't -- couldn't-- believe the what he had been told.

"She's not dead, don't lie to me."

Before Castor had time to turn, to react, the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. Not from cold, but from the power. He knew this level. This was the dark energy of the negaverse and it's prime. It was the power of chaos, a deadly and silent hum right behind him.
Blue eye shot open as Castor was slammed into the frame of the soon to be building. Cursing for letting himself get so distracted, The senshi of hail groaned when his saw his attacker. But- "General...Zink?" s**t, if so. Another general would mean hell for the senshi. Heck, it usually ment hell for him. But the new outfit, the power. All pointed to the upgrade. No wonder he'd been called like he had. It was just the little guy's style.

"Liar, we'd know if she was dead. Left for dead doesn't mean she IS dead dipshit."

Death. Finality. The definition shook him to the core and Castor felt-
He felt-
He felt his heart break. Linarite. Dead. Gone. The woman he'd first loved, the woman he'd fought for for so long, with nothing to show for it. No smiles, no warmth, no world where they could just be. Where they could have been. Nothing. She was dead and...
It hurt. Zink could have punched him for what those words had done to the senshi of hail. Linarite was dead, and all her could think of, all he could see in his mind's eye-

Pain ripped him back to reality. A nail shot right through his joint, and his body reverberated in pain. Screaming he moved, but the pain from that stopped him as his leg thrashed outward. "********!" Rage at the pain, at the loss in his heart. He didn't want it to be true. It couldn't. He would deny it. "You little lying piece of s**t!" ******** he was in pain.

Castor looked into the eyes of the negaverse agent called Zink and knew. He wasn't lying. He wasn't putting on an act. It was truth. And the truth shot ice into his veins. Linarite...dead. Castor was in pain, and now, all he could think about was her.
Until more pain flashed and something hot and red flowed down is leg. Without thinking his hand was pulled from it's pace and a scream torn out as Castor collapsed. "I didn't- Never-" Who? Someone had to have taken her out. Did- did the newly powered general think it was him?
"I never touched her!"

It was the only thing he could think of. It was also, a lie.

Eye to eye, Castor at one point would have said they were alike. They were angry. Angry at loss, at the fact she was gone. But now all he saw was another figure. Who drove his self hate hole with cold iron.
Literally. Pain lanced up his leg as Castor's body betrayed him, his foot torn up from the nail that had gone through. later a doctor would say he was lucky, but now, all Castor knew was blinding pain of white and the burning hot red of blood.
"I couldn't kill her!" The words came out in a cry, a half sob. Pain, sorrow, mixing into one. "I don't know. I don't ******** know! I couldn't do it. I never could." His good hand clenched, maybe he could attack. Yes. Attack. Attack and kill this little general. End the pain. End it all. "I loved her to much to kill her."

Pain could blind, but so could love. Friendship. Reverence. Faith. Hope. Fear. Sadness. All could blind. But what blinded Castor was his regret. Regret at everything he'd failed, and chances he hadn't taken with Linarite. Maybe they could have run away. Maybe they could have escaped. Maybe. Maybe maybe maybe. "Maybe I don't have a name." He didn't. "Because I don't know. If I did I wouldn't be here, looking for her. Asking for her." Thoughts of her drifted in and out, and in the pain and tears, Castor could see her in his mind's eye.

"I wanted to be the one to kill her." It was a cold truth. The hard cold reality. "I wanted to do it, so I could have a chance to say goodbye."