When Johnathan had set out to learn all he could about the dispatchment of vampires, the skills he acquired were never intended to be used on anyone else except those vile creatures. Then, many, many years later he discovered that he wasn't alone in the world, that there were others like him. Like vampires, there were those among his kind that were as wayward and vile as the bloodthirsty fiends he hunted down. The difference he had thought at the time was one could redeem themselves versus the other. Of course, as Johnathan continued to live longer and longer, that mindset changed over the years. The path he'd set himself on after Nathaniel Bishop had killed him was not as clear as he first thought or intended it to be.
Johnathan knew he was a valuable asset to Atom with skills he possessed, chief among them being his mutation. With the ability to be nearly impervious to any physical assault, the Victorian minded individual could throw himself into any physical altercation and come out practically unscathed. His combat skills were just an exceedingly good bonus that had long since weighed on his conscience while working for Shaw. When he'd been assigned a rotation at Instituere and Paenitentia on the outskirts, he was beginning to suspect that Sebastian was suspicious of him, that Johnathan's heart was no longer fully with the cause anymore. Hence, the reassignment. In truth, Shaw would be correct, but Johnathan had felt that he'd maintained a solid cover which always made him appear in favor of the President's plans. Yet. . . Johnathan had devoted his life to protecting the humans who could not protect themselves and he knew what went on at these facilities. Shaw was no better than Hitler and he had a feeling this was a test of his loyalty and Johnathan wasn't all that sure he could pass this time around.
With this new assignment, Johnathan was now almost always dressed in his combat gear of dark, long sleeve lightweight sweater, tactical vest, cargo pants, and combat boots. However, the newest addition to his ensemble was the wooden katana strapped to his back, although from all outward appearances it looked just like the weapon his always carried while sheathed. Due to and knowing of Lehensherr's abilities, Johnathan had fashioned the weapon himself. It would be foolhardy to go up against the mutant with a weapon that could be used against him. While it was no longer a lethal weapon in his hands—which Helen had some disparaging remark regarding it&mash;he had demonstrated in a later practice session that it could be just as damaging. Were it nearly anyone else he'd demonstrated on, Johnathan would have most likely lost sleep over it. However, the individual in question had an appalling low viewpoint of women and as a result, his manners were exceedingly atrocious. It had actually been a pleasure to give the man a taste of his own medicine for a change when he's broken both a joint in his arm and in his leg. It would take months of physical recovery and even longer to recover psychologically.
On October 11th of his new assignment was a rather routine day. Johnathan made his rounds of the perimeter, spoke with each guard in kind so that details could be noted his in report and sent up the chain of command, and inspected the holding areas. Even though it was small in comparison to the ills they suffered, Johnathan at least made it a point to make sure the humans were not suffering all the bloody time. When any of the other guards commented on this to him, Johnathan had come up the vile excuse of, "It builds hope. Hope is precious because it is one of the last things that can be taken away from anyone." It sickened Johnathan to say the words and later he could not look himself in the eye when he looked in the mirror of the guard showers. The former artist could only hope that this assignment—everything really—came to an end soon. This was his thought as his shift ended and he made his way back to his quarters to rest for a few hours before another session of rigorous training would begin.