Saving The World (As usual)

Luther tightened his tie, feeling comforted by the rough texture under his finger tips. He was standing in front of a mirror, his bathroom lit by the lamp on the sink. He was a tall guy, with curly brown hair and pale skin. His blue eyes were intelligent and mysterious, and he had a few freckles on his cheeks. He was wearing an all black suit with a dark tie. It was his favorite outfit, one he wore whenever he could. He examined himself, making sure everything was in order, then left the bathroom. He grabbed his keys and walked to his car, a blacked out Porsche. He got in, taking in the new car smell that wafted from the seats, despite the fact he'd had this car for a year now. He took a seat in the luxurious leather seats, sighing with content. He loved this car. He pinned the address into the front console and pulled out of the garage, turning on the radio. Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana started blasting from the speakers, setting up the scene like a racing movie. Luther smirked, revving his engine. He was a bit of a show off. He drove to a convenience store, buying some candy and a pack of cigarettes. He lit one up, preparing himself for the night he had a head of him. Hopefully it would go well, and his worries would be for nothing...

When Luther arrived at the party he was excited. The party was in a huge house that closely resembled a modern castle on a hill. He pulled into the large driveway, feeling the eyes of several jealous men on him. The other rich people here would always be jealous of him, because he was the richest man here. It was perfect. He got out, locking it and flipping the keys nonchalantly. He entered the house, looking around. The house was decorated with a very obvious color scheme of black and white. It was like an emo kids dream of a mansion. He watched the people for a moment. There was one person he was here for. He scanned the opening room for her face, hoping he didn't have to look too hard. He soon found her. She was dressed up, with a red dress and heels. He came over, clearing his throat. "Hello madam," he greeted her, bowing his head. She rolled her eyes. "Oh come here little brother" She grabbed him in a hug. She was a petite, short girl, who looked like a child next to him. Besides the size difference they were almost identical, making it very clear to anyone who watched they were related. The only thing that set her apart in the aspect of features was her tattoos. She had a lot of tattoos, including one of his name. "I would love to talk to you, but I have to see to one thing first" She said. Before he could argue she walked off. He hesitated, then his curiosity became too strong. He followed her, staying hidden. She went into a room, closing the door behind her. He put his ear to the door, listening. "Hello Roan" She said, her voice low. "Do you have the product?" A rough voice replied. "Of course. And everyone is here."She giggled a little. "Don't be so up tight, will you?" The guy made an annoyed sound. "Listen. Lets just get this over with and be done." The guy said. "Now, are you completely sure this will work?" There was a pause, and some ruffling. "Yup!" His sister responded. "We tried it on a homeless guy. It made his brains leak out his eye-sockets in a matter of hours." She giggled. Luther felt his stomach twist. What the hell? "All you have to do is put it in the ventilation. Then when its over we can say it was an outbreak. After that, your guys can spread it to the highest bidders, and we can get filthy rich." I have to stop this.. Luther thought. He looked around for something he could use to get the door open. Then he saw it. A fire alarm. If he set off the alarm everyone would leave, and then he could stop her during the chaos. He hated the idea of hurting his sister, but he couldn't let her do this. He strode confidently to the fire alarm and pulled the handle. The house erupted into chaos. People started screaming, almost louder than the alarm. Luther ran to the door and kicked it down. His sister was standing there at a small table leaned over a suitcase with 3 vials of a strange green liquid, examining it closely and seemingly ignoring the alarm. Next to her was a muscular guy with orange hair, who he assumed was Roan. Luther pulled his concealed gun from his jacket, pointing it at them. "Step away from the suitcase." He demanded, his tone cold. His sister raised her hands, eyes wide. "Luther, wait- you don't understand-" He cut her off. "I heard everything. I can't let you sell whatever the hell that is." He stared at her, confused and angry. There was a moment of silence, and then Roan whipped out a gun faster than light and shot him in the foot. Luther stumbled, cursing. The two of them shoved past him, Roan holding the suitcase. "Damn it!" Luther ran after them. He chased them to the top floor, where a helicopter was waiting. Luther tackled Roan, bashing the hilt of his gun into his head. He felt him go limp and quickly got up, running after his sister. She had switched with Roan and was holding the case now. Luther grabbed her arm, yanking her backward. "Stop!" She fell, dropping the case. Luther grabbed it and put it under his foot, glaring down at her. "Lillian North, your under arrest" He pulled out hand cuffs, snapping them on her wrists. A voice buzzed in his ear. "Good job Agent"