Notrio

'Before the City's Destruction'

The clock struck midnight as Hans and Samantha were unceremoniously fired from their jobs. The cold night air bit at their skin as the guard shoved them out of the laboratory building.

"Hey, not cool, man!" Hans protested, rubbing his shoulder where the guard had pushed him.

The guard merely scoffed, a cruel smirk on his face. "You're lucky you're not being arrested. Now get lost."

With a loud clang, the door slammed shut, echoing their dismissal.

"What should we do now?" Samantha sighed, her heart sinking. "We can't continue creating the serum we've worked so hard on."

"Don't worry. We'll find a way," Hans replied, his determination flaring. "We'll save Jr., I promise."

"Let's go to the hospital and visit him," Samantha suggested, and they began walking, carrying the weight of their equipment and despair.

As they trudged towards the hospital, the sky erupted in a dazzling display of a meteor shower. Curious, they exchanged glances.

"Look at that! It's incredible," Samantha said, pointing to the glowing trails.

"Yeah, but we shouldn't waste time," Hans replied, though his eyes were glued to the celestial spectacle.

"Just a quick detour?" she urged, her excitement infectious.

"Alright, just a quick look," he conceded, and they made their way to the park.

When they arrived, the ground was aglow with a strange, red light emanating from the largest meteor.

"Do you feel that?" Samantha asked, a shiver running down his spine.

"Yeah, it's like the air is charged with energy," Hans replied, stepping closer.

As they approached the glowing rock, a warm aura enveloped them. They stood transfixed, feeling its energy seep into their bodies.

"What just happened?" Samantha murmured, feeling a rush of power surging through him. "I feel... powerful."

"We don't have time for that," Hans snapped, shaking off the strange feeling. "We need to get to the hospital and find a place to experiment with that serum to help Jr."

They continued their journey, a sense of urgency pulsing through them.

Upon arriving at the hospital, they were met with chaos. Nurses rushed down the corridor, voices raised in alarm.

"What's going on?" Hans asked a passing nurse.

"Room 304! Code Blue!" she shouted, her face pale with fear.

Their hearts raced as they sprinted towards the room, bursting through the door to find their son, Jr., lying lifeless on the hospital bed. Monitors beeped erratically, a sterile white light illuminating the tragedy.

"Jr.!" Samantha screamed, rushing to his side. "Please, no!"

But the ominous beep of the heart monitor was relentless, signaling that hope was slipping away.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

His voice breaking. "He's gone!"

Tears streamed down Samantha's face as they both collapsed in despair. "It's our fault," she sobbed. "If we hadn't been fired, we could have finished the serum in time."

"It was those damn scientists!" Hans growled, rage bubbling within him. "They're the reason we couldn't save him!"

The power from the meteor surged within them, twisting their grief into a burning desire for revenge.

"They will pay for this," Samantha vowed, her voice hardening. "We're going back to that lab."

Fueled by anger, they headed toward the city laboratory. As they approached, a guard stepped in front of them, blocking their path.

"Stop right there!" he commanded.

But in a moment of newfound strength, Samantha pushed him aside with a force she hadn't known she possessed, sending him crashing against the wall.

"Hey! What's going on here?" another guard shouted, rushing toward them.

Just then, the head scientist emerged from the elevator, a smug expression on his face. "Ah, you two. Didn't I say you were fired?" he sneered. "Guards, take care of them."

"If you hadn't gotten in our way, our son would still be alive!" Hans shouted, the elemental powers awakening within him.

The scientist laughed, an icy sound. "Who cares about your dead son?"

In that moment, the air crackled with energy. Hans clenched his fists, the elements responding to his fury. Wind whipped around him, flames flickered to life in his palms, and the earth trembled beneath his feet.

"Let's show them what we can do," he declared, channeling his powers.

Samantha joined him, drawing on her own newfound abilities. They unleashed a torrent of elemental chaos—fireballs, gusts of wind, and splintering earth—each explosion echoing their pain and anger.

The laboratory shattered around them, sending debris flying as they wreaked havoc on the building.

The laboratory building crumbled beneath the onslaught of their powers, but Hans and Samantha were far from finished. Their grief and rage, amplified by the strange energy of the meteor, spiraled out of control. As dawn approached, they were no longer just fighting the scientists—they were tearing apart the entire city.

Flames roared as they spread across the streets, igniting cars, buildings, and anything that dared stand in their path. Windows shattered from the force of Samantha's shockwaves, while Hans commanded gusts of wind so powerful they ripped trees from the ground and sent debris swirling through the air like lethal projectiles.

People fled in panic, the sounds of screaming echoing through the chaos. A fireball streaked through the sky, crashing into an apartment complex, and the explosion that followed sent a wave of heat rippling across the city blocks. Flames licked the sides of towering buildings, and within minutes, entire streets were ablaze.

Samantha's fists slammed into the pavement, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the ground. Each punch shook the earth beneath the city, buildings toppling as if they were made of nothing but matchsticks. Skyscrapers, once towering symbols of human achievement, now bent and buckled, crashing down in massive clouds of dust and concrete.

Hans, eyes blazing with fury, summoned torrents of water from the nearby river, unleashing a flood that surged through the streets. Vehicles were swept away, while people scrambled for high ground, only to find themselves trapped between the rising floodwaters and the infernos burning above them.

Through the smoke and fire, emergency sirens wailed. Firefighters, police, and paramedics fought a losing battle against the destruction.

Above, helicopters hovered at a safe distance, their pilots refusing to get too close. The crews onboard, desperate to capture the devastation, pointed their cameras from afar, but even they knew better than to tempt fate. They could see the fireballs exploding below, the massive chunks of debris launched into the air by the sheer force of the chaos. None of them dared move closer, afraid that even the skies weren't safe from Hans and Samantha's wrath.

On the ground, the last reporter, determined to document the apocalypse unfolding before her,Her cameraman shot her a terrified look. "We need to go!" he urged again, glancing nervously at the swirling clouds of smoke and ash. The heat from the flames was unbearable, and it felt like they were standing on the edge of hell itself.

But the reporter wouldn't budge. "No. We have to stay, even if it's just a little longer. The world needs to see this."

Suddenly, the ground beneath them buckled as Hans unleashed a gust of wind, sending rubble flying. A nearby building collapsed, sending shockwaves through the street. The helicopters above pulled back even further, their pilots shouting warnings to each other, unwilling to risk being caught in the storm of destruction below.

And then it happened.

A massive fireball hurtled through the air, its fiery glow reflected in the reporter's wide eyes. There was no time to react. The cameraman barely had a chance to scream as the fireball slammed into the ground just meters away, the explosion rocking the entire block.

The blast sent debris flying in every direction, and the feed cut to black. Across screens worldwide, the broadcast was abruptly cut off. The camera, abandoned and rolling on the ground, captured nothing but flames for a fleeting second before going silent.

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Samantha, looking around the chaos, spotted a figure emerging from the smoke. "Look! Someone's coming out of that building!"

In their frenzied state, they no longer cared who stood in their way. With a feral grin, she lunged at the stranger, aiming to take him down.

The figure dodged her strike with ease, his movements fluid. "You're like us, huh?" he said, his voice steady.

"Did you do all this?" he asked, surveying the destruction.

"No," Samantha replied, her gaze shifting to Hans. "He did."

The stranger followed her eyes, spotting Hans hovering above the wreckage, a vision of destruction.

Without warning, Hans hurled a massive fireball at him. He dove out of the way, narrowly escaping the flames, but Samantha followed up with her own attack, aiming to catch him off guard.

Yet the stranger was too quick, weaving through the chaos with a grace that belied the fury around him. But exhaustion began to weigh on him; his breaths came in short gasps.

Samantha thought she could wear him down, but he suddenly countered. He threw a punch, connecting squarely with her chest. The impact sent her crashing into a nearby building, leaving her dazed and barely able to stand.

...

Driven purely by instinct, Hans lunged at him, his attack coming fast. But before he could land a blow, the stranger was in front of him, fist raised.

Suddenly, a car hurtled toward them, tossed by an unseen force. Instinctively, Hans struck out.

"BOOM!"

The car exploded on impact, sending shrapnel and debris in every direction. The shockwave threw Hans across the city, crashing down hard several blocks away.

Samantha, finally stirring from the rubble, looking at Hans, her fury reigniting. Without a word, she launched herself at the stranger, fists clenched, her speed blurring her movements.

But she was too slow.

In a heartbeat, the stranger was in front of her again. Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could react, his fist connected with her jaw, the force knocking her out cold.

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When they finally came to, they found themselves in a dimly lit cell, the cold steel bars mocking their predicament. Confusion swirled as they glanced at each other, the memories of their previous rampage flooding back.

"They're going to question us," Samantha whispered, panic rising in her chest.

"We won't let them keep us here," Hans growled, his voice low and determined.

With newfound strength coursing through them, they broke free from their confinement, ready to unleash their fury once more. The night was far from over.

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'Present time'

Meanwhile, in the shadows of the city, Brian—known for his agility and cunning—surveys the scene, intrigued by the elemental havoc. With a flick of his wrist, he creates a duplicate of himself, sending the clone to scout ahead. He senses an opportunity amidst the chaos, the chance to form an alliance with those who could help him achieve his goals.

The clone darted through the window, agile and stealthy, eventually arriving at an abandoned warehouse, its broken windows and rusted metal suggesting years of neglect. The air was thick with tension as the clone slipped inside, glancing around the dimly lit space.

Inside, he encountered two imposing figures. "What are you doing here?" a voice demanded, cutting through the silence. The Clone Thief's clone turned, locking eyes with Havoc and Superwoman.

"I'm not here to fight," the clone replied smoothly, assessing their formidable presence. "I'm here to make an offer."

Havoc stepped forward, crossing his arms. "An offer? How could we trust you?"

"Then what do you want me to do to make you trust me?" the clone countered, unfazed.

"Hmmm, I got an idea," Havoc said, a smirk forming on his lips. "You need to steal something from the mayor. He'll be celebrating the city's renewal at his estate."

"Alright, I'll do it if that will prove I'm not an enemy," the clone said, determination flickering in his eyes.

"Meet us here when you complete the mission, if you complete it your in the team," Superwoman instructed, her gaze sharp.

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Meanwhile, in the shadows of the city, Brian—known for his agility and cunning—surveys the scene, intrigued by the elemental havoc. With a flick of his wrist, he creates a duplicate of himself, sending the clone to scout ahead. He senses an opportunity amidst the chaos, the chance to form an alliance with those who could help him achieve his goals.

The clone darted through the window, agile and stealthy, eventually arriving at an abandoned warehouse, its broken windows and rusted metal suggesting years of neglect. The air was thick with tension as the clone slipped inside, glancing around the dimly lit space.

Inside, he encountered two imposing figures. "What are you doing here?" a voice demanded, cutting through the silence. The clone turned, locking eyes with Havoc and Superwoman.

"I'm not here to fight," the clone replied smoothly, assessing their formidable presence. "I'm here to make an offer."

Havoc stepped forward, crossing his arms. "An offer? And how could we trust you?"

"Then what do you want me to do to make you trust me?" the clone countered, unfazed.

"Hmmm, I got an idea," Havoc said, a smirk forming on his lips. "You need to steal something from the mayor. He'll be celebrating the city's renewal at his estate."

"Alright, I'll do it if that will prove I'm not an enemy," the clone said, determination flickering in his eyes.

"Meet us here when you complete our request," Superwoman instructed, her gaze sharp.

...

The clone, returned to the abandoned warehouse, his heart racing from the adrenaline of the heist. As he stepped inside, Havoc and Superwoman were waiting, their expressions eager.

"You made it back in one piece," Havoc remarked, crossing his arms. "And?"

The clone grinned, pulling out a small sack from under his cloak. "I got what you asked for. Security was a joke, and I was in and out before they knew I was there."

Superwoman raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Let's see what you've got."

He opened the sack, revealing a collection of stolen documents, keys, and a small cache of valuable items that glittered in the dim light. "Everything you need to know about the mayor's resources and plans for the city."

"Impressive," Havoc admitted, a hint of respect in his voice. "Now that we have you on the team, what should we call you?" Superwoman asked, tilting her head.

The clone thought for a moment, his mind racing. "You can call me... Multivex."

"Welcome to the team, Multivex," Havoc said with a nod, a smirk on his face.

Then, Multivex looked at both of them ,"What should we call our squad?"

Havoc exchanged a glance with Superwoman, a spark of excitement igniting between them. "Since we've been waiting for a third member, how about calling ourselves 'The Notorious Trio'?" he suggested, a grin spreading across his face.

Multivex frowned slightly, shaking his head. "Isn't that a bit long and... generic?" he replied, crossing his arms.

Superwoman raised an eyebrow, curious. "Then what do you suggest?" she asked, her gaze fixed on him.

Multivex smirked, thinking for a moment. "We need something that captures the fear we'll spread—the anticipation of chaos. How about... *The Notrio*?"

The word hung in the air, charged with power. Superwoman's lips curled into a smile. "Notrio... Short, sharp, and just the right amount of menace."

Havoc chuckled darkly, nodding in approval. "Notrio it is. Soon, this city will learn to fear that name."

With that, the three shared a knowing glance, their alliance solidified, and their next move already taking shape in their minds.

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