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It's hard to display the correct emotions when someone you thought was dead comes back to you. It was confusion, happiness, rage and apprehension all thrown into one. "Thr...? Threewords?"
She stumbled up to him, almost believing she'd be able to walk right through him, and stretched her hand out to touch his face. Indeed, it was him.
"Wow... It's been so long since..." She removed her hand from his face and breathed deeply before attempting to continue. "So long since I saw you fly off to fight, it's all just a blur now..."
She stumbled up to him, almost believing she'd be able to walk right through him, and stretched her hand out to touch his face. Indeed, it was him.
"Wow... It's been so long since..." She removed her hand from his face and breathed deeply before attempting to continue. "So long since I saw you fly off to fight, it's all just a blur now..."
James shrugged, not one to turn down the offer.
"Alright then."
He turned to the others as he climbed inside the car.
"Coming?"
Sitting down inside, he admired the car's interior. Looking down, he noticed that he still had the crowbar clutched in his hand. Not really knowing what to do with it, he laid it on the floor sheepishly.
"Alright then."
He turned to the others as he climbed inside the car.
"Coming?"
Sitting down inside, he admired the car's interior. Looking down, he noticed that he still had the crowbar clutched in his hand. Not really knowing what to do with it, he laid it on the floor sheepishly.
Ryan stood there on the doorstep for a moment while the people moved towards the limo. Nobody had answered his question, and what was worse nobody seemed to care that he had just walked through a door. And the rich chick kept referring to them all, which he assumed included himself, as "we". What did they all have in common? Indifference to people walking through solid objects?
Just then he remembered the girl in the alleyway. "Hey, wait a second guys. There's some chick in that alleyway back there that was getting mugged. She might need some help. She kinda, "lit up", like a supernova. Is she with you?"
Just then he remembered the girl in the alleyway. "Hey, wait a second guys. There's some chick in that alleyway back there that was getting mugged. She might need some help. She kinda, "lit up", like a supernova. Is she with you?"
"Yes," said the robot mournfully, "Too long. After my battle with 1W, I was too badly damaged to travel, and before I had finished repairing myself, the Company sent out lesser robots to hunt me. In my weakened state, I fled, again and again, repairing myself in between fights, and now I have regained enough power to return. How long has it been?"
Alexander got into the limo. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but figured that he didn't have anything to lose by going with the group. "Beats punching thugs." Alexander thought.
"Years. 2 long years." She sighed. It was hardly the reunion she had wished for. "None of them have followed you right? It's taken a while to be able to settle here and I don't want it all ruined now."
Threewords shook his head.
"Good. If we could continue this somewhere else?" She grabbed her regular clothes from their hiding place, redressed and cautiously made her way back to her apartment with Threewords in tow.
The apartment was an unspectacular place, slightly cramped and hardly fit for someone protecting the city, but Catherine lived there on an office worker's salary. She made her way into the kitchen and pulled several items from the fridge, preparing a sandwich for herself.
"I'm sorry but I still can't believe you're here... The timing's almost perfect." She stopped her preparations and turned to the robot, "More supers have turned up."
Threewords shook his head.
"Good. If we could continue this somewhere else?" She grabbed her regular clothes from their hiding place, redressed and cautiously made her way back to her apartment with Threewords in tow.
The apartment was an unspectacular place, slightly cramped and hardly fit for someone protecting the city, but Catherine lived there on an office worker's salary. She made her way into the kitchen and pulled several items from the fridge, preparing a sandwich for herself.
"I'm sorry but I still can't believe you're here... The timing's almost perfect." She stopped her preparations and turned to the robot, "More supers have turned up."
Ray exits the harder ware store,tucking the explosive under his shirt he commands his minion's to follow him. he walks down the street glancing at the people enjoying the day, he soon arrives at the drug facility, he hears the work going on inside. Ray flies up the top of the roof and locates the air duct. Ray tosses the I.E.D down into the air duct and retreats to a nearby roof. where he waits for the explosion, Ray pulls out a cigar, the building explodes with a large boom. some of the napalm lands near him, he puts the cigar up to the napalm glob and begins to smoke.
Ray stairs at the burning building and the smell of the drugs fill the air. the Flames reflecting off his glasses while dust clings itself to his gray sweater.
"beautiful" Ray say's to himself "......just beautiful"
Ray sits on the rooftop overlooking the burning wreckage.
Ray stairs at the burning building and the smell of the drugs fill the air. the Flames reflecting off his glasses while dust clings itself to his gray sweater.
"beautiful" Ray say's to himself "......just beautiful"
Ray sits on the rooftop overlooking the burning wreckage.
ThreeWords raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"I'd have thought you were the only superhero round here. Most were killed, either by the Company, Mr Terrible or just each other. Unless you mean that more powers have been manifesting?"
"I'd have thought you were the only superhero round here. Most were killed, either by the Company, Mr Terrible or just each other. Unless you mean that more powers have been manifesting?"
Sorry if it seems like I kind of post and leave you hanging, but I'm unable to reply on weekdays from 6 AM to about 3 PM due to school. So I will reply, just not for a bit. Free the weekend though!
Embracing herself in a tight hug, Amy shuddered, feeling the power and strength of her own fear escape from her body. Moreover, she could feel the wall behind her shrink and quickly vanish, her warmth destroying bricks, burning wood and melting steel. A sudden thought struck her, the first thought to enter her mind before she had been reduced to this nonrespondent state.
There are probably people in these buildings...
She could feel her limbs again as her power began to dim, having wasted all her fright, which seemed to trigger the response easily. She was becoming herself, a human with an identity; not merely a blinding light. The light emanating from her skin receded, before her complexion returned to normal- if not a little gray- and the air grew cool.
It took a long moment before she was able to breathe properly, drawing great gasps as though death by drowning had narrowly escaped her. She remained huddled in the ground, long blonde hair sticking to her face, unaware of the hot dripping steel that fell from the buildings above, which seemed to slowly lean towards one another.
Catherine shuddered at Terrible's mention. She thought she'd have gotten over that by now but obviously she hadn't. "Apparently they are. And from my earlier experiences with the lot of them we've got potential candidates for Terry's old gang of idiots..." She returned her attention to making her sandwich. "They're all in it for the power, never thinking of the greater good. Never thinking that what they do will have severe consequences... They can't even take other supers seriously. And if they all stay like that, I don't know whether we'll be able to do anything with them.
"We're in a bit of luck though. The majority of them seem to be early. They aren't sure what their power grants them yet or they don't understand how it works. So we might still be able to get some help before whatever's happening goes down if we make them understand properly what could be their reality very soon.
"Threewords. Do you happen to have kept a record or memory from the day we met each other?"
"We're in a bit of luck though. The majority of them seem to be early. They aren't sure what their power grants them yet or they don't understand how it works. So we might still be able to get some help before whatever's happening goes down if we make them understand properly what could be their reality very soon.
"Threewords. Do you happen to have kept a record or memory from the day we met each other?"
Ray looks upon the destruction he created, the pillar of black smoke rising from the ground, he looks into the wreckage he see's a man walking out holding an injured comrade. Ray raise his hand and points to the man, Rays minions swarm towards the two tearing them apart, blood shutting out of the gang members body with such force that splatters on terrified citizens. the gang members cries of agony could be heard from blocks way, then silence, the two bodies lie in a pool of each others blood. they look more like roadkill rather then a human carcasses.
"Where'd you get that crowbar anyway?" Chris laughed following James into the limo, "I reckon we should at least get to know each others powers and that," he thought out loud, "just so we know what we're dealing with."
James looked down at the tool and chuckled.
"I'm an electrician. I was using it on a job opposite where you pulled your stunt and sort of forgot I was holding it."
He shook his head and smiled.
"Anyhow, I'm James."
He held out his hand, small arcs of electricity crackling up his arm. He could hear the man, who appeared to have extricated himself from the wall, saying something about a girl who was in the alley.
"Erm, maybe we should go and help her..."
"I'm an electrician. I was using it on a job opposite where you pulled your stunt and sort of forgot I was holding it."
He shook his head and smiled.
"Anyhow, I'm James."
He held out his hand, small arcs of electricity crackling up his arm. He could hear the man, who appeared to have extricated himself from the wall, saying something about a girl who was in the alley.
"Erm, maybe we should go and help her..."
Ray leaps down from the roof and looks at the crowd of people, staring into there terrified eye's the black smoke and fire behind him. Ray see's he fire trucks approach the site, as well as some ambulance's, there sirens blasting, a man wearing full fire protective gear approaches ray
"what happened?!" the man asked
"i happened" Ray says as he walks past the fire fighter and pushes his way through the crowd, he emerges through the crowd smelling like ashes, his cigar still lit, he see's a limo about 5 blocks away. he begins to walk down the street towards it.
"what happened?!" the man asked
"i happened" Ray says as he walks past the fire fighter and pushes his way through the crowd, he emerges through the crowd smelling like ashes, his cigar still lit, he see's a limo about 5 blocks away. he begins to walk down the street towards it.
"No time to waste."
Blair entered the limo and shut the door.
"People get mugged everyday in this city. If we helped all of them we would never get any sleep."
Blair shrugged at the group then spoke to the driver.
"Go to Lorence Ave."
"Yes Mr. Blair."
Blair entered the limo and shut the door.
"People get mugged everyday in this city. If we helped all of them we would never get any sleep."
Blair shrugged at the group then spoke to the driver.
"Go to Lorence Ave."
"Yes Mr. Blair."
"What the hell..." Ryan's voice trailed off as the limo drove away.
Now, he wasn't a particularly saintly person, and he was by no means what people would call "charitable", but he did try to be a nice guy, and part of being a nice guy, at least in his book, involved not leaving innocent people, particularly attractive women, in alleyways to die after being mugged. And besides, she had been glowing like 10,000 freakin spotlights, there had to have been something interesting going on.
He waved off the departing limo with a mildly disgusted look on his face, then trotted back toward the alley. As he rounded the corner, he saw the girl huddled up on the ground in the middle of what looked like a bombing zone. The buildings around her had been burnt to a crisp.
He ran up to her then knelt down, looking nervously at the various pieces of metal and bricks dangling precariously above them. "Hey, you alright?"
Now, he wasn't a particularly saintly person, and he was by no means what people would call "charitable", but he did try to be a nice guy, and part of being a nice guy, at least in his book, involved not leaving innocent people, particularly attractive women, in alleyways to die after being mugged. And besides, she had been glowing like 10,000 freakin spotlights, there had to have been something interesting going on.
He waved off the departing limo with a mildly disgusted look on his face, then trotted back toward the alley. As he rounded the corner, he saw the girl huddled up on the ground in the middle of what looked like a bombing zone. The buildings around her had been burnt to a crisp.
He ran up to her then knelt down, looking nervously at the various pieces of metal and bricks dangling precariously above them. "Hey, you alright?"