"Now gentlemen," I exclaimed raising my hands as I backed away from the mob. I was keenly aware of the precipice no more than a yard behind me, I measured each step with careful precision, "And ladies," I added hurriedly.
"It is time for you to die, Captain von Sexy," their masked leader spat, stepping forward with an automatic machinegun in hand, "We know it's you, that you're really Bad Pouch,"
"That's bullshit!" I replied indignantly, "Mr Bubbles can vouch that I've always been my villainous self, just listen..." I turned to address the Big Daddy, only to find that he had vanished into thin air. I spun around and let out a sigh as I watched the hulking figure sprint into the distance. "I knew I should have given him that overtime pay he asked for," I muttered as I reluctantly turned back to the mob.
"Any last words, JoJo?" the leader snarled, raising his gun and clicking off the safety. I tipped my head, his voice was familiar.
"Aeromadox!" I gasped in recognition, of course it would be him. I turned to the others. "You know he's only trying to hang me over Hana right? Because she chose me and not him?" I studied their blank faces, looking for any sign of comprehension. There was none, only suspicion and loathing. Fear had a funny way of doing that to even hardened villains. I reached down slowly to finger the devices lining my belt.
"I can see where this is going, make it quick," I said, pulling the strings on my belt without any further hesitation. Even as the bullets tore into my flesh, I felt the toxic substances escaping my devices, carrying an invisible vengeance back to my murderers. I gained some final satisfaction in knowing that even in death, my corrupting influence would follow them to the grave.