Mar 06, 2112

So I have decided to go to the fancy school with my sisters, but only as me. My "brother" will continue to be a hooligan because it's quite fun. Because this is a funky school I could go this semester, but I'm not done being lazy. So in August I'll go.

Not much has happened since my last entry. Well except I the gang I've been with has started to notice that I pick everything up faster, and they are getting a bit... Uncomfortable?

I'm not sure how to describe it, but when they were first teaching me stuff they were excited to see me pick it up. Now they get this look in their eyes, like annoyance mixed with envy. Not the friendliest of environments. Plus it makes me worry that they sell me out or something. So I could either tone it back a bit and be purposefully bad at some of the jobs they give me. Or I could make it worse, get kicked out and start my own gang.

Not sure with is worth it. Right now our gang has been acting as low level currier's for a few of the more established organizations. The scuffles we have gotten into are either rival gang's trying to steal our jobs, or enemy organizations trying to steal information. It feels odd writing it down, like makes it feel far more serious than it is, but honestly even if I die down there it's no big deal. I can just reabsorb myself. The only tricky bit is finding the body, I should look into some kind of trackers for myself and duplicants.

Oh.

If I have some sort of heartbeat monitor in it and link them together I could get notified the moment one dies. I should definitely look into that, I don't know if I can make a new duplicant if ones dies or if I have to reabsorb it first. If I lose my other three bodies, would I be powerless?

Hmm, maybe I shouldn't play around in the undercity and treat it like a game.

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Mar, 20 2112

I probably should have gotten that last bit tattoo on the inside of my eyelids. Things were bad when I went back to the undercity.

I got offered up as a sacrificial pawn to another gang. Apparently my ex-gang was getting too much notoriety amongst the other gangs. Everyone wanted a piece of the noble gangster, the 12 year old prodigy who made fools of adults. My gang suffered more and more attacks, everyone trying to get a piece of me. So they tossed me out.

Once word got around that I was unaffiliated everyone and their mother was after me. I would have written sooner, but this is the first time I've seen home since my last entry. I probably should have just avoided the underground altogether, but I didn't know and couldn't resist going back. So instead of being safe and not treating the underground like a game, I just took all my duplicants with me. Thank god I did.

When I got down there I was immediately attacked. I got the shit beat out of me and my duplicant. Apparently I can cancel out my own injuries and a duplicants at the same time, well kinda. I created a new duplicant and absorbed both of my selves into it. It looked like me and my duplicant became one, without a single blemish. And without thinking I caught up to the group that had jumped me and began to beat the shit out of them.

I should mention that there are different sections of the underground. The first section is the sewers or the Rats-Haven, next is the tunnels or Running-Grounds, finally there is the undercity or the Hanging City. It is called that because it is suspended on the roof of the cave, and getting caught down there used to be a hanging offense. Things have changed though and the undercity isn't as bad as it used to be. Twenty years from now it might even be civil.

I should also mention that ever since I joined the gang I've been covering up half of my face with a black scarf and wearing a hood almost constantly. It wouldn't do for anyone to find out who I was or go after me on the surface.

The group had jumped in the sewers, and thankful it was in an area that was rather loud. They didn't even notice me until I knocked this big mother fucker, that I will call beefy, on his face. I had split it two just before beefy hit the floor and my duplicant kept his momentum. In the moment of stunned silence as beefy hit the floor, my duplicant drop kicked the skinniest one that I'll call twig. While I was punching ever square inch of twig that I could reach. I was also slamming beefy head into the concrete. Repeatedly.

I won't defend my actions, I was mad and probably went too far, but damn. It felt good. They beat the everliving shit out of me, I swallowed my own teeth for fuck sakes. I wanted them to feel what I felt. I suppose I should have cancel out my memories or feelings, but how was I supposed to think rational passed all that anger.

After 4 hits I felt beefy go limp, and after 6 I got off. Twig was still conscious and some of his friends had pulled my duplicant off. It was now 5 against 2. Their group was wary of approach, and the looked visibly confused. Probably because they remembered breaking my hands and one leg on each of me, and there I was healthy as can be. I wish I would have smiled at they just to unnerve them more, but I was still too mad for that.

One of the braver one rushed my duplicant self with a pipe. Instead of dodging I rushed in, the guy who will be fool now, lifted the pipe high for an overhead strike. Unfortunately for him he was too slow and I was too close for him to swing. I was actually close enough to hug him, which I did. This confused him, and then fool probably felt the worst pain of his life. As I repeatedly launched my knee into his nuts. His scream was blood curdling. I felt his knees go weak and let go of the hug while pivoting and pushing fool face first into concrete. That teeth thing really got to me, and I didn't want to leave them with any. I managed to control that impulse by continuing my barrage of kicks to his arms and stomping his hands. 

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While duplicant me was dealt with pipe guy, I rush at the weakest looking one, and punched him right in the throat. The remaining 3 lost all interest in fool for the moment, mad that a 12 year old kid was kicking their asses. I had their attention, and all three of them tried to fight me at once. This is actually what I was hoping for. It is hard to coordinate attacks and oftentimes when multiple attackers fight one person they limit the stronger fighters abilities. Twig was on my left while the leader was in the middle and courage was on the right. I assume that the leader was the strongest, hence why he was leader but I could've been wrong. Their attacks were clumsy often getting in the way of each other giving me less to worry about.

The reason I didn't get to find out how good of a fighter the leader was because the moment they heard fools blood curdling scream they glanced towards the other fight, and with all the force I could muster up I threw a right straight into his jaw. Which firmly cement it as my favorite type of punch. I think I dislocated his jaw because there was a pop and the leader dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Twig was next on my list I saw fear in his eyes, I kept eye contact and barely moved as I kicked his left leg in the side of his knee. Then I kicked again in the same spot, and I third time before he could really do anything. It was then that courage grabbed me from behind like I had hoped he would. I moved my right leg back a bit stuck my butt back hard and flipped him over my shoulder right into twig. I flexed my hands clenching and unclenching them, revealing in the violence. Then I felt a stabbing pain in my right hand. That must have been part of the pop earlier when I knocked out the leader, I probably broke a knuckle. Apparently my body could handle that much force without protection.

Unfortunately, I spent too long idle. Beefy had gotten back up and grabbed me. Feeling he was much too big for me to throw I slipped out of his grasp and put some distance between us. His face was badly scraped up, bruised and bloody, but it was clear as day he was mad as a bull. I looked over to fool and saw that I was down or dead. Beefy had grabbed me by an ankle pulling me off my feet and then stomped on my head. It fractured my skull and broke my jaw. It didn't kill me but it did knock me out. I dodged and weaved feeling like a matador, and managed to reabsorb myself. Then created a new duplicant. Beefy looked at us putting some of the pieces together.

I could see slight jealousy in his eyes, and I wonder if he even had a power of his own.

Most everyone in the underground had poor abilities. Anyone with above average powers would be either in the undercity, the wilds, or the city itself working to become a hero. It all depends on who you are. If my powers were better I'd probably be in training for military service, or something. I certainly wouldn't be in the sewers making gangster wish they were never born.

I front kicked at beefy's knee which he blocked, but wasn't so lucky when my duplicant did it to his other knee. It went backwards and beefy screamed. I jumped and did a spinning roundhouse kick that caught him right in the jaw breaking it, but also so knocking him out. That was their whole gang taken care of. I reasorbed myself into my duplicant, my hand was starting to hurt something fierce. I had lost my temper and I was caught between wanting to hurt these people more and wanting to remove the memory of what I had done to them.

Or for that matter what they did to me, the idea is still tempting even a few weeks later.

It was at that moment that another gang rounded the corner and saw me standing over the limp bodies of 6 people. Before they could do or say anything I ran the opposite way. It was odd to see so many people in the sewers. Just as I was rounding the corner I ran into another gang, quite literally. I managed to get out of there without starting another fight, but it was a close thing. I then made the worst mistake of all by decided to go deeper down. If I had known that I was wanted and out of my gang I would have left right then and there. 

I spent the next 6 hours get all the way to my gang's hangout in the hanging city. Pun not intended. Only to find that I wasn't welcome. They then proceeded to announce where I was, to the whole of the undercity. I fought, ran, hid, stole, and did everything I could to keep myself alive. I think I broke my hands 37 different times, but I broke others more. Legs, arms, and jaws were prime candidates unlike me when I hurt other people, they stayed hurt. After 6 days of this everyone began to refer to me as the Cruelty-Kid. I am even less proud of this nickname. It was at this point that the tone changed. 

It had been 'we need to teach this kid a lesson', but it changed to 'we need to get rid of this meance'. This intense two week survival marathon, caused my abilities to change slightly. I can now create a duplicant near instantly. Not really sure how far it really is, but I no longer have to wait 5 seconds. Being able to refresh my stamina, and negate injuries in the middle of a fight prevented quite a few deaths. 

During that first day, I thought about leaving, I even made it all the way to the surface, but I turned back. I wanted everyone to know what a big mistake it was going after me. Every larger organization began to be disrupted. The low level gang's were all after me, then I got the next level up, the crime guilds, interested in. I call them that because it was five or six different gang that came together to try and establish a foothold in the Hanging City. These guilds relied on smaller gang's to act as messengers, and hired muscle. The next step up the organizations as I've been calling them took this chance to knock out some of the guilds and take them over. The organizations are a lot like the guild just more established, with more resources, and more members all under one name. Instead of being a collection of several groups they are truly a united whole.

Finally you have the five Families, they set the rules for the undercity and are massive. They command respect, they have few numbers than the organizations, but their powers are near or above the level of heroes. Everything is pretty much always kept in balance. Except for now. The underground is still in turmoil. I'm sure the Families are fine, but everything below them has changed. 

I wish I could say that I toppled guilds and gangs, but really I just hurt them. I probably made a lot of enemies, but I think I made everyone more scared than angry. Sure some of them will want revenge, but most with be to afraid. Afraid that I will break them again.

I feel gross just saying that, but it's the truth. Besides those that come at me will get it worse than last time. Those are thoughts for later though, I am tired and smelly. So I think I'll shower and nap.

Oh, I almost forgot, I can cancel out the effects of tiredness by reabsorbing, but not completely. There is something that I just can't completely get rid of, but by having one duplicant sleep for a bit I can cancel the effects completely. I really only need a few hours total, and I'm all good for the rest of the day, but I won't. Tonight, I earned sleep.