Jackie sat on the foot of his bed in his apartment and stared at the window by him.

On the floor was his red and black suit . . . . . Blood-Streak's suit.

His hand covered his mouth as he sat there in thought, devoid of the outside world.

He knew what the others would say. He hadn't even told Marvin yet but something told him he wouldn't like it either. Even if he's technically a criminal himself. At least Marvin's never killed anyone before.

That Jackie knew of.

So many thoughts ran through his mind.

The people he put behind bars, most of the worst of the anyway, were able to get out scott-free and he never knew about it.

He knew Abe was still keeping things from him but THAT!? It was almost too much for him.

He was angry and he thought about losing it and kicking and throwing things but he kept that urge down.

'I meet Anti again tonight to find the man in the suit.' he thought to himself, 'Unfortunately, I think I know who that could be'

He wasn't thrilled about it. He just hoped there wouldn't be any problems.

'I would have thought they'd get along but I guess not'

With a short sigh, he flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, his new black face mask in his hands.

'I put that tracker on him but I'm too fucking tired now to look at Marvin's screen.' Having witnessing all that happen last night and not being able to do anything about it put him under a lot of stress he wasn't used to.

Of course now he was put in the thought process that they all deserved it. Anti said they did and if Anti said THAT then it had to be true, right?

Or was he lying to make him feel better?

But then again THAT wasn't something Anti would ever do.

Jackie was confused and tired. Tonight, hopefully he'd have more answers.

'Maybe after tonight, I'll get the glove and this shit-show can all be over'

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Without even really realizing it, Jackie fell asleep with his clothes on, sprawled out on top of the bed.

Anti groaned to himself. He normally wouldn't have killed so many people at once but he couldn't have any witnesses or else the police might be tight on his ass.

Then again, maybe for mass murder, Jackie would have reveal himself.

'Stupid' he growled at himself, 'But it doesn't matter now. Right now, I only need to be concerned about where that asshole got the taser. He saw a man in a suit gave it to him. If it is who I think it is, then it's a good thing I have my new little buddy along for the ride' 

Anti laughed to himself, 'Moron Fuck-face doesn't know what he got himself into'

He pulled up a tab on his computer, searching for something in particular. If he knew the man at all, he'd be hiding out in plain sight. He just had to find out where that could possibly be.

The man loved to make himself known, after all.

'Bastard always knows how to piss me off'

After a while, Anti was done searching the internet and stretched a little.

All that killing had made his muscles sore, not used to such a workout unless he was around Jackie.

'I need a shower'

Getting up, Anti finally trudged along to the bathroom with a light yawn before starting to strip himself down.

He was about to climb into the shower and turn it on when he looked at himself in the mirror.

He had bags under his eyes, his neck scar was getting red, he had some scratches and blood splotches on him from the mass murder that just happened a couple hours ago.

His hair was ruffled out and messy, long locks threatening to cover his dim green eyes.

In short, he really looked like shit.

Anti huffed at himself, 'Getting out of shape. Damn hero always used to keep me on my toes.'

He curled his fingers on the counter, his nails scratching it, 'Fucking bastard thinks he can just do whatever he wants'

"I swear to fuck, when I see him, I'll-"

He stopped himself, suddenly seeing something on his neck in the mirror.

"The fuck is that?" it looked like a small mole but it was dark. If he hadn't moved just right in the mirror, though, he would have never spotted it.

Reaching back to touch it, his finger lightly grazed it, trying to figure out just what the hell it was.

He managed to peel it a little on his fingernail and he brought it to his face to get a better look at it.

Looking at it more closely, it was dark but had small flecks of green on it like a tiny motherboard.

Anti's eyes narrowed, his nose wrinkling, thinking back to earlier that evening.

Blood-streak had been the only person close to him. The only person in a long while that had been that close except for Jackie.

'It's a tracker' he thought to himself.

But surprisingly, he wasn't mad.

Anti huffed and actually smirked to himself, staring at the small black fleck on the pad of his finger.

'Of course he'd try and track me. I don't blame him. I'd probably do the same thing' 

Biting his lip, Anti gently, raised his hand and stuck it back onto the back of his neck again.

"Fine then, partner" he grinned, "You want to play that game then so can I. This fucker works both ways and you won't get the upper hand on me, my friend" he licked his lips and sighed, getting into the shower to clean off the excess blood on his body.

"You know where I live. . . . . I'll just have to find out where you live"

Jackie had several calls during the day but he really couldn't be bothered to look at who they were from, still dead asleep from his stressful night out.

He had horrid nightmares of what had transpired but Anti's words still rang in his head.

He still felt sick about it all.

But he could just hide away and forget it, either. He had to finish his mission and find that glove. No matter if Anti had it or not. Perhaps he could even use Anti to find it if he had to.

When he finally got out of bed, it was around two in the afternoon. He didn't know when Anti wanted to go searching but he knew he'd want to meet up again at the warehouse around three.

A thought suddenly blared in his head and Jackie cursed under his breath, remembering the tracker. 

'If I can find out where he is then whenever he's NOT there, I can search his place!'

Quickly, he rushed to Marvin's magic screen he gave him to track the glitch and turned it on.

Luckily, it seemed to work and Jackie was honestly surprised.

'Hmm. Weird. With all the money he's probably stolen, you'd think he'd live somewhere better. Or at least in a better area'

In short, he knew the apartments and he assumed that that was where he lived. He'd have to make sure if he goes there everyday and continues to stop by in this location.

'At least he never found the tracker. He shouldn't, anyway, with how small it is.'

Relaxing a bit, Jackie took out his phone to see who all had been calling him only to tense.

Five missed calls and two texts from Chase. Three texts from Marvin. One from Jameson. 

He hated to think about it but he supposed he should call Chase first and get it over with. See what he wanted.

'But then again, what if he wants me to babysit Kallie and Sammy? I can't do that tonight!' And Jackie wasn't well known to turn anyone down on a favor.

'Maybe I should get ahold of Marv first then and then Jameson. Chase can wait, although I suppose I should listen to the voicemails first to make sure he's alright'

He put the phone on speaker and let his voicemail go from the top to Chase's first message late last night after he left to meet Anti.

"Hey man, this is Chase. I was just calling to check if you were alright. I know I might have been too harsh on you yesterday and I just wanted to apologize."

Jackie rolled his eyes, letting the next one play an hour after the last, "This is Chase again . . . . Dude, I know you're an insomniac. You could at least text me back, bro. I'm really worried about you.  Called Marvin, too, but he won't return any of my calls either. Just give me a call back, man. Just want to know you're doing okay"

'Maybe I should text him'

The next voicemail went from six in the morning when he was sleeping, "Goddammit, Jackie, answer your fooking phone! Shit happened, it's all over the fucking news! The mayor is starting to think you're dead and the news is already saying shit. You haven't done ANY hero work since your fight with Anti? Has it really been that long now? Just call me back, man, I'm really worried!"

'He really does sound worried. And Anti visited him at the park the other day he said. Maybe I should tell him what's going on.'

Then the next voicemail continued a couple hours after the last, "You know what!? Fuck you, Jackie! All I do is fucking worry about you and the others and my kids and you just let shit like this happen now!? An entire gang on the East side of town was found dead this morning. DEAD. The men in this gang were some that you helped try to put up, too. PLEASE tell me you had nothing to do with this! I know you've been bent out of shape lately but come on! You're not like that! You're supposed to be the good guy! . . . . . . . . . . .Just call me back. I don't care if you did it . . . just. . . let me know you're okay"

Jackie didn't even realize his fists were clenched and the last voicemail went on from a few hours ago.

"I didn't really sleep all night, Jackie. I'm sorry I yelled in the last message. Please just call me back. I'm worried. Something isn't right. Those men were killed with a knife. It's probably Anti now that I think about it but the police or mainly . . . . Abe. . . . has figured out that more than one person was there when it happened. Anti had someone with him. This isn't good, Jackie. Look, maybe you're tired. I don't know. Just. . . . call me back when you can. Else I'll bust in tonight when Jameson gets off work to help me with the kids. Love you, bro"

"Dammit!" Jackie kicked his wall, putting a hole right through it.

He was genuinely surprised by the sudden lack of restraint but pulled his foot out and moved one of his end tables in front of it so it wouldn't be noticed.

'This is bad. . . . . if anyone finds out I was there with Anti . . . '

He shook his head, 'Just calm down, Jackie. No one knows what the suit looks like even except for Anti and Marvin. . . and Jameson. And they certainly wouldn't know who it was UNDER the mask. I'm safe for now. Stop worrying'

With a groan, Jackie looked at Chase's texts to see more or less the same thing and then tuned into Marvin's texts. It was mainly on if he found the glove or not yadda yadda if he found out anything. And Jameson just wanted to know how he was doing.

He texted back Jameson first.

Anti waited in the warehouse for his partner.

It was five past three already and he didn't like that at all.

'Where the fuck is that bastard?'

He wasn't really mad but excited. He liked his new . . . ..  friend and wanted him to show up already. He still kept the tracker on and decided he wouldn't tell him just yet that he knew about it. That would be his little secret for now.

Anti picked up his heart rate was speeding up and he growled at himself, 'Calm the fuck down, moron. He isn't Jackie. He's just a normal person with a complex is all. Apparently someone that can get information well, too. That's all he is.'

In his head, Anti kept repeating that Blood-streak couldn't replace his rival but he was damn close.

He hadn't been this excited in weeks.

Finally Anti heard tapping of feet coming closer and he glitched toward the noise, coming up to Jackie face-to-face, "FINALLY YOU'RE HERE, FUCK-FACE! Finally decided to show your face, huh!?"

He suddenly smirked and Jackie caught the inflection in his voice, "Were you waiting on little old me, glitch?"

Anti snarled at him and rolled his eyes, "Don't fucking flatter yourself! Now hurry up and let's go! I found out where the bastard is but I want you with me in case trouble starts"

Jackie hoped inside that it wasn't who he thought, "Where are we going?"

Anti smirked, "He has a spot downtown where he and the others meet. You'll see it all soon enough. His name is Darkiplier and he's a douche. All you need to know."

On the inside, Jackie was screaming. Of course it'd be the one person he hoped he'd never encounter.

'FUCK'