Digging his heels into the pavement, Starboy's glow continued to flicker as Crow dragged him away. No, he knew this had to be done. His gut, his heart.. No. His powers were telling him it had to be done. A smile fell onto his face, twitching nervously as he beamed at Max one more time.
"Remember what I said, Crow. Five hundred and twenty eight feet. Dark alley between 1st and Norton.. right on Collins. Trust me, okay?" He nodded firmly and grasped her forearms, giving them a squeeze. "You've got this. It'll all work out." His glow finally stopped flickering, and his eyes remained a steady cerulean blue. "I'll be fine.. you'll be fine.. they'll be fine. Get em to a safehouse. Okay? Don't worry about me, Crow. Don't worry."
And with that, he broke off into a sprint in the other direction.
It was like being on autopilot. He wasn't conscious of where he was going but his feet never stayed on the ground for more than a moment. He was running, tirelessly, and never knowing when he planned to stop. But Mason knew he was going somewhere, somewhere with purpose.
When he could finally understand where he was, finally regain consciousness, he was in the very center of the supermarket, right in front of the two burly suited men. Suddenly he lost his confidence. Why had his powers brought him right back here? Stepping away in fear, Mason put his hands up. The two men looked between each other, and from their coat pocket one pulled out a device.
It was something Mason had seen many times before. It had the physique of a grenade, though perhaps more round. It wasn't meant to explode, but provide an electrical field to disarm and meta and shock them into unconsciousness.
The thing must have been a dud, because it whirred to life and then a strange rattling noise came. Mason breathed a sigh of relief, grinning at the two agents, thinking he'd been spared a great fate. That his powers had lead him here to get his revenge, to mock them as their plan failed.
And, of course, as all things did, it blew up in his face.