From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

Issue I

Leonardo sat up on his mattress, heart pounding, brain throbbing, blood rushing like a river through his body. He was panting. Really panting. This was his fourth nightmare since he had received this parasite.

"It'll be alright, Leo. Just... rest. Relax. It's only a dream."

"No, this shit is real. It's too real to be a dream. I think I died, and right now, I'm in some new world. I can't stand this. It's gotta... it's GOTTA be real."

A breeze blew through the window. Looking out into Port Oakes, he could tell this would be a rainy day. He didn't want to stay concealed in this dusty, completely insane little apartment the rest of his life. He was scared out of his mind. He had the worst headache he had ever had.

He felt like he was going to vomit up his last night's dinner... again.

"Alec, I'm gonna hurl..."

Alec, his right-hand man and companion through his sickness, shoved the mattress to the window, and Leonardo pushed himself to the windowsill. He vomited down the window, letting it all out. It dripped down the window. He refused to push back to his bed, and just lifelessly pressed his body against the part of the windowsill that wasn't dripping with vomit.

"God, this crap is messed. I really hope you live through this, man. I really do."

"Fat chance."

It was something a lot of mutants with his powers had to go through. The Terror Swarm. The swarm is why very few psychic-gravitational mutants live long enough to see villainy. Only a quarter live through it. Toby was hoping... no, praying, that he would live through this. If he had this all his life, he would've shot himself by now. He had absolutely no energy. He couldn't eat. He couldn't sleep. He was downright sick.

Alec pulled his languid body back to the mattress. Leonardo spat blood into the air, and it landed back on his chin. He did nothing of it, but Alec ran to the kitchen for a paper towel. Leonardo suddenly found the energy to sit back up in bed. All of a sudden, he had a rush of energy. Maybe he was just well-rested?

He stood up. He was shaking like crazy, and blood was still dripping down his face. He felt uneasy, but also had an unusual urge to make something unusual happen, now that he could lift his energy. Alec stepped out of the kitchen.

"Leo! You're up? Yikes, man. You should lay back down. You're shaking like fuckin' crazy."

Leonardo didn't respond, and instead, grinned. He froze completely and stopped shaking. He felt pure euphoria, all of a sudden. It was in that moment that Leonardo walked to the kitchen and found his sharpest, longest knife.

"Leo... what're you doin', man? Put that down. Ya givin' me the chills. Whoa, whoa whoa! Stop! Leo?! What the fuck are you doing?! NO! NO! AAHHHH!

Those were Alec's last words before he was stabbed, sliced, diced and eventually decapitated.

Leonardo gloomily hung over Alec's headless body, grinning. It was quite clear a brutal murder was just commited. There was no way Leo could hide this from the R.I.P.

So he didn't. Instead, he packed up his cigars, a couple of his suits, the murder weapon and around $500. Instead of actually ending his rent in the apartment, he stabbed the landlord and looted his body for another hundred.

The police were already on the way. The witnesses were terrified of Leonardo. They were hopeless. There was nothing they could've done to prevent the cold blooded murder that they had just seen, and they were certain they were next. But they weren't. Leonardo simply walked on, humming his favorite tune all the way. He was coldly delightful. Everyone knew he shouldn't have been the least bit happy.

He had avoided the police completely, even though they had driven right past him. He had a history with the R.I.P, but they passed him right up. The next thing he had done was gone to the store to buy himself some things that would make him the most nonconformist villain in town, but still with a dapper persona. Green hair dye, a green suit and items he would create a mask out of. After this quick shopping spree, he had suddenly shot out a beam of green energy upon the scrap pieces. He had used a power he had never used before. It might have seemed awkward, but he just laughed it off.

Time Manipulation was what he had just shot out at the tailor pieces. Suddenly, there was a detailed mask that defined who he was going to become in his hands, built out of everything he had. This was amazing power. After he finally figured out that he was changing the time of objects, he was going to look for a villainous name. He wanted to find something that didn't only define this new power, but defined his new, insane personality as well.

Wild Time.

Issue II

With his new guise, he aimed at controlling the lifestyle of crime and always making sure that the villainy turns out on top. He was quickly arrested by the heroes and plopped into a jail cell, but this didn't hold him long. The police had no knowledge of his new power, which he exploited to escape. Greatly aging the door, it deteriorated and provided easy escape. How would he get past the guards? Easy. He'd pin them all down so they can't chase him.

Quickly leaving the Ziggursky Prison and escaping to the Isles by boat, he maniacally laughed off his quick slip out of the prison. He then realized that he had just become a truly self-made man. He wasn't the made man he thought he'd be!

He arrived home to find his apartment ransacked, which he didn't find the least bit surprising. There was a huge police tape zone around the dead body, but nobody was there besides Leonardo.