A/N

I originally intended the next chapter to be this chapter, but I found that I needed to tie up some loose ends before I covered what happens next. Other than the first chapter, and maybe the second chapter, this is one of the only chapters from one person's POV. 

Jax lifted his mask up, wiping the blood that was trailing down his chin. Sending one last spike at the machine, he watched as its metal body was crushed like a tin can. He secured his mask back on.

The flying machine, something he vaguely remembered being called a "drone" by his host, had led him too far away from his prey, the fires he started a faint glimmer in the horizon. He managed to narrowly dodge Sixth Sense's massive attack, which might've sent him flying. He never had to deal with magic as powerful as that, not even during his lifetime.

There weren't any superheroes during his time. Very few people had magic and they were all part of his court. He had needed all the help he could get for making the amulet.

The machine had terrible aim. It clearly was going for his amulet, but it had a tendency to shoot pellets more towards his face than anything. It hit his jaw more times than any other body part. He always questioned the efficiency of modern technology, but it surprised him sometimes. Sometimes, it seemed like the humans of the future weren't as dimwitted as he thought they were. Other times, they were even worse. Then again, it had succeeded in its job. It distracted him long enough for at least one of the heroes to recover, but that was the least of his worries.

Somebody knew the secret of his amulet. Somebody else could hurt him, somebody he didn't even know. And now, this somebody was just as dangerous as his host's friend was. He didn't know how this somebody knew the amulet's power, but this somebody might know who could touch it.

That human didn't know about the power that he held above him, but this one does. This person knew what his weakness was, and if he talked to his host's friend, it would spell out his end.

It terrified him. Things couldn't go back to those millennia without a host. The one he had now was not ideal, but it was sufficient enough until he finished cleaning up or found his true host. There were too many threats around him for him to comfortable finish his task. Speaking of threats, he needed to take care of those two.

He found his way back to the battle area, noticing the small forms of the two heroes. The psychic was lying unconscious on the ground, or maybe he was dead, Jax didn't know. Spark Shot, however, was barely awake, his arms holding him up. He didn't need to pay attention to Sixth Sense, dead or not; he was out of commission for a few weeks.

"Haven't given up yet?" he asked. Jax was floating above the pathetic scene, his eyes trained on the hero.

"Hell no," Spark replied, coughing. He must've been out for quite a while, seeing how no water came out of his mouth. His visor was flickering, however, giving Jax brief glimpses of his eyes. Spark had pale orbs, looking to be grey and almost white. "I'm not giving up until you have,"

Jax kept Spark's true face in the back of his head. He might need it later, but that wasn't a guarantee.

"How interesting. This is quite a miserable scene if you ask me. You're supposed to be protecting the weak and yet you can't even get yourself to stand up properly," Jax had never intended to kill heroes before this, he didn't think it was necessary, but once these three started meddling in his affairs, he began to rethink his philosophy. Normal humans were pests that plagued the world, but what of people like Spark? Those "noble" heroes who would've been what Jax fought for?

"You weren't playing fair, Fool's Gold," they were obstacles to his goals, so losing a few of them wouldn't affect him. That's what he thought of when he first woke up in the future.

"And you expect me to play fair? My intentions are to kill you, Spark," the hero had taken a few wobbly steps to recovery, standing up and preparing to attack. The left arm of his armor had locked up. Spark couldn't move it and the rest of his armor would follow suit if he didn't hurry.

"Fine. But what do you want with Nick? I know you're not getting to him to hurt Scorcher," the technician mumbled, aiming straight for his chest.

"The human that's friends with her? Now, I could tell you the whole truth, but that's a secret, and you shouldn't trust people who hide their faces. Let's just say that he can do something; something that'll change your whole world," Spark released the beam of electricity. Jax snapped his fingers, a wall appearing between him and the attack, blocking it and absorbing its energy. It disappeared as soon as it came.

"When do you ever learn? With a single thought, I can make things appear and disappear. I thought you had that pegged down on day one," he taunted. Playing with your food was fun, but it was time to finally eat it.

"At least I know how to," Spark spat, his right knee buckling. It had locked up, the armor needing to be repaired. "You, on the other hand, don't seem to," Ignoring this comment as a simple insult, Jax continued.

"It was nice talking to you, but I'm afraid it's dinner time, and your head's on the menu," summoning three projectiles from thin air, Jax launched them at the hero, fully expecting them to impale the man. One made contact with his left shoulder, causing Spark to fall backwards. The other two missed because of this, but Jax wasn't done yet.

He fired three more, but Spark had predicted this. The hero pulled the projectile from his shoulder and rolled to the side, grimacing as he rolled over his wound. The three projectiles stuck in the ground, each with a solid thunk.

"Stay still-!" Jax cut himself off when he heard the faint beating noise. It was something he was familiar with, although not quite fond of. In the distance, he spotted a helicopter coming his way.

Spark must've called in support while he was away. He was stalling the entire time, waiting for help to arrive and chase him away. Jax knew from other villains he rarely talked to, simple whispers about how tight security were back at the industry base for villains like him. Even if the humans he wanted were at the base, there was no chance he would be able to escape and get to them.

"At least I know how to. You, on the other hand, don't seem to," 

Spark had warned him about it and he didn't even pick it up. The hero grinned shakily at him, still in pain from his arm.

"S-see, I told you," Jax scoffed at his comment before eying down his escape route. He spotted a clear path back to his host's district, one that was quick and uninterrupted.

"You're smarter than you look, Spark. But this isn't over, not yet," he replied, disappearing into the night. He could still hear the helicopter as he escaped, picking up the two heroes in whatever condition they were in. They were out of his hair; Sixth was incapacitated and Spark's armor would need to be repaired before he could battle again. Ideally, he would've killed them, but he spent too much time talking. Now, he was solely focused on finding the two humans.

He had a name and access to a database. Sixth Sense couldn't keep his mouth shut when he was talking to the device in his ear. He could easily look up the name and find a visual. He already knew this new human's occupation and location, even if it was in the most secure place in the city.

All he needed to do was find out what this Matt Red looked like.

A/N

Well, no one died. I promise, no one was going to die in the original draft and concept of this scene, so Dawn and Uni are safe. For now.

As for Jon, taking a bolt to the chest is probably going to hurt a lot.