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Viktor was driving back to campus feeling rather good about himself. He knew such things were foolish; the few lessons his father had taught him were that such things lead to your doom. As he himself had proven his name to an enemy on more than one occasion when they had been basking in their own glory and too caught up in their perceived victory to notice their doom approached.

So he knew it was a bad thing to do and had always made sure to never make a habit of it. Though this time he found himself unable to not bask in the glory of the moment, as in that moment he had not only had his authority proven. He has also had a lovely time rewarding his minions, though he did sometimes wonder why they were so obsessed with his whiteness.

Oh, he played along with it, as that was what they wanted, but he had seen the stupidity of the human torch far too many times to associate whiteness with an inherent superiority. As he had disproven that many times over, it honestly made him question the female gender, considering how they could all watch him horribly manage woman after woman, yet they still wished to be with him.

Truly it was one of the mysteries of the female gender. Viktor turned his mind away from such mysteries and focused back on his recent glory, giving his villainesses their reward for their good and loyal service. He found himself fondly thinking of his recent time spent with Heart Stopper and Disco Mama. He kept his eyes focused on the road as his mind went over those very happy memories.

Thus, while some may try to blame him, it was not in any way Viktor's fault what occurred next. Out of nowhere from the sky came a man in blue armor. He, without hesitation, went straight in front of Viktor's car. Viktor had only a moment to react, which was too little to do anything, which was why he ended up plowing straight at the man.

Or he would have had the man's armor had it not been a kind of enhanced armor with some kind of magic thrown into it to bring its users to even greater heights. So Viktor, instead of accidentally going through the random man, bounced right off his car, slamming into him like he hit a concrete wall, and his engine caved in on itself. For a moment Viktor sat in his car dazed as the man came around the side.

Viktor looked up, his head hurting like a small child was banging on it like a drum, and his vision was blurry. So he had no time to react when his vision cleared enough to see the man in blue armor pull his arm up, a dart gun built into it clearly visible. He fired, and Viktor felt something small enter his neck; the man in blue then leaped clear away from the scene.

For a moment Viktor just lay there dazed, wondering what had even just happened. His usually fast and intelligent mind was failing him at this moment, jumbled as it was from the crash. Then, about a minute after the man had left, he felt his heart starting to feel like it was constricted. He could feel slowing down, and that brought the startling realization to his mind.

The man had brought a heart-stopping poison to finish him if the crash didn't do it. So as far as anyone knew, he died in a hit and run or from complications caused by the hit and run. Viktor, his mind moving rapidly, knew he couldn't let it end like this. So he brought his hands to his chest but found he could only bring his right, as his left was clearly too broken to respond. He just couldn't feel the pain of it, but he knew he would in a moment if he survived the poison.

So bringing his right hand to his chest, he built up the most amount of electricity he could within the arm and then brought it to his chest. The shock caused a red-hot shearing pain to go across his pain along with a tingle that reached all the way to his toes. He kept doing it, though, pushing through the pain until finally he could feel his heart beating right again.

That's when the agony made itself known. Now that he wasn't in a life-ending situation, his body informed him of all his injuries with eagerness. The overwhelming pain knocked him out, though before he succumbed totally, he could see in the corner of his vision female hands reaching for him and pulling him gently from the wreckage that had once been his car.