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HEROES
Crow Talon
Gender: Male
Race: Endronian, Caucasian
Age: 17
Powers: Control over birds, wings
Weaknesses: Birds don't always listen, wings get in the way
Role: Comic relief
Role on Team: Fighter
SnakeSevenO9
Gender: Male
Race: Program
Age: 15. 14 in body and mind
Powers: Control over evrything in the tecnological world
Weaknesses: Has to kow the codes before he can affect anything
Role: The batrayer
Role on Team: Techie
Eliza Marlow
Gender: Female
Race: Human, caucasian
Age: 25
Powers: No powers
Weaknesses: No powers. Only human
Role: Leader
Role on Team: Leader
Heather Anitta
Gender: Female
Race: Cyborg, Human, African American
Age: 27
Powers: Small gun on right forearm, cyborg eye can see anywhere
Weaknesses:
Role: The one who thinks with their fists
Role on Team: Hit woman
Stitch
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire, werewolf, gargoyle, mermaid, and human
Age: Collectivly 1275, alive for 1 year, for everyday purposes 15
Powers: The powers of her parts
Weaknesses: The weaknesses of her parts
Role: The glue (Lets be friends)
Role on Team: Fighter
Catherine Burns
Gender: Female
Race: Human, Hispanic, touched by light
Age: 12
Powers: glows with a white light that can be formed into blades or used to stragulate things
Weaknesses: Gone on her own missions in Bermudae at bad times
Role: The voice of reason/ the depressing one
Role on Team: Second in command/command on the battlefield
VILLAINS
Emily Swiftfoot
Gender: Female
Race: Endronian, Cacasian
Age: 16
Powers: Control over flame, shadows, and emotions
Weaknesses: Powers are not fully developed and can be taken away, anger
Trixie Greenfinch
Gender: Female
Race: Endronian, Hispanic
Age: 245, 067, 11 in body
Powers: Order and metal gifted
Weaknesses: Order gifted
The Dragon
Gender: Female
Race, Human, Caucasian, Heartless
Age: 27
Powers: able to fight without emotion
Weaknesses: No known weaknesses
UNDERTERMINED
Enna Woods
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 14
Powers: Unknown
Weaknesses: Unknown
Episode I: Meetings
From a dark alley, she watched.
The hoodie was pulled up over blond curls. They exploded from beneath the gray fabric, seeking light and air. Her eyes sparkled from within the fabric, catching in the red taillights of passing cars. The night hummed, the city not yet asleep, despite the late hour.
But despite the chill in the air and the inviting smells from a late night deli, she simple stood and watched the building across the street.
Or rather, the person on top of it.
They were just a small speck from where Eliza stood. She watched them from her alley, saw them pace back and forth a few times before stopping at the edge of building. And then. she watched them
fall.
Eliza, still waiting in her out of the way hiding place, didn't lunge forward. She simply waited as the shape took on dimension, became a teenage girl with a rippling wave of black hair, waited as they hit the pavement, stumbled for a moment, and then walked away, ready to do it again. Only then did Eliza leave the alley.
"You just jumped off a skyscraper."
The jumper startled, turning around with her teeth bared. Eliza just looked at her. She was not fazed by the scares that raced across the girl's face, nor by the three colors of skin.
"Who are you?" Eliza asked.
"Who are you?" She said right back.
"Eliza Marlow. I'm the protector of this city."
"Riiight... And what exactly are you protecting it from?"
A huge crash rose from somewhere behind them. Eliza winced. "That."
...oOo...
The bullet soared into the things side. It reared up in the air with a silent scream and then slammed back the the ground. For a few moments it just lay there, breathing heavily. Then it advanced on the girl as she slowly lowered her arm, the built-in gun still smoking.
"Well...Crap," She said, before turning around and running for her life.
She pounded through the alleyways, twisting and turning, the beast behind her getting closer and closer despite her efforts to avoid it.
She ducked into a shallow doorway, sucking herself into the wall and cursing her chubbiness. She could hear its breath, could feel its heavy steps as it searched for her. She tried to breathe quietly, and willed her heart too clam down and keep quiet. The sounds of snuffling began to fade, and she dared to peek out of her hiding place.
A beam of white light slammed into her and she was blown backward. Her head spun. "I didn't think it could do that," She muttered, her words slurring because of her confusion and pain.
"Are you alright?"
She looked up as she heard the voice and saw a god.
...oOo...
When the got there, the air smelled of gun-smoke, and the building was rubble.
"Whoa..." Said the jumper, staring at the destruction. Eliza bent, sweeping her fingers across some black dust on the ground. She looked at the black flakes on her pale fingers. Then she licked it and smiled.
"Okay... so you're weird." Said the girl
"I'll explain if you tell me you're name," Eliza said, totally nonchalant.
"It's Stitch. So why are you licking unidentified substances?"
"It's gunpowder."
"Great. So you're just trying to blow yourself up then."
"It's mixed with cocoa powder."
"So you're not the only one who's weird... And how exactly is this all significant?"
"It means one of my friend is in town," Eliza smiled.
Another hug crash sounded, this time coming from somewhere to their left. The two girls watched as white light and dust burst into the air for a moment before disappearing.
"So... I guess we should go that way."
"Agreed."
...oOo...
Wind filttered past, gently blowing his wings. The black feathers ruffled gently, sending a noise like aspens to drift over the rooftops. But he didn't really notice. He was too busy watching the fight below.
The beast was slowly dissolving under a beam of bright white light, twitching and trying to snarl as bullets tore apart its side. It's blood was black and thick, like tar on a hot day.
He looked away for a moment as growling drifted over the night air and smiled as he saw two new
females run onto the rubble covered street.
A shadow fluttered down, its sound disguised as the beast finally crashed to the ground at last.
“Heather!” Eliza yelled, running forward. Her friend turned around, the gray dust a sharp contrast to her dark skin. Heather’s face broke into a wide grin, two bronze teeth sparkling from within her mouth before the two woman embraced.
“What are you doing here?” Eliza asked.
“Well, I got to this street ‘cause that thing attacked me, and as for being in the city… I’m assuming you got that little invitation.”
“How did you know?” Eliza frowned, fingering a printout, hastily shoved into a pocket.
The metal looked like gold in the streetlights. “I may’ve put in a good word for you with our unidentified benefactor.”
“Do you have any idea who—”
“Hello, ladies.”
The girls turned around, and their expressions ranged from confusion to admiration to content.
Crow grinned and stood in a classic superhero pose, his black wings spread out widely behind him.
"May I inquire as to who you are?" said a girl, standing just a little behind he others. As she spoke she pulled on a pair of purple finger-less gloves that looked very, very old.
"Wait, who are you?" Crow asked, not remembering seeing this gray-eyed brunette from his rooftop perch.
"Catherine Moore."
"And where did you come from exactly?
"Arizona," She said, and then, "I believe I should return there now. My family will doubtless be waiting for me." She turned and began to walk down the street.
"Hey, Wait!"
She turned around, looking at Eliza.
"Is there a way I can contact you?" asked the girl, pushing crazy blond curls out of her face.
"Why would you wish to contact me?" Catherine asked, her voice only mildly interested.
Eliza jerked a thumb at the smoldering limp that lay in the middle of the road. "It's always useful to have people who can blow up monsters."
"Wait, you're the glowing one?" Crow said.
"I am."
"That as awesome! High five!"
She regarded hes hand for a good minute before lightly tapping it with her fingertips.
"So. Any of the rest of you get one of these?" Heather asked, holding up a sheet of paper. It had and address, a place only a few blocks away.
Everyone pulled out a similar sheet, aside from Catherine.
"Lets get going them," Eliza said, turning to lead the way.
"Farewell," Said Catherine, bringing her hand up in a small wave.
"Oh, you're coming," Heather said, firmly gripping her arm.
Catherine regarded the hand holding her back for a moment, and the coolly said, "I did not receive an invitation."
"Believe me, if we knew about you before, you would've."
"If you insist, I will come."
"Well, it looks like I'm insisting."
"Then let us leave," She said, and led the way down the street.
...oOo...
Florescent light flickered into life, revealing a large room. There was a beige kitchen area and a large bank of computer equipment taking up most of the back wall. In the corner was a large scarlet couch. It was a sharp contrast to the tan walls and the muted colors in the old wooden floor and rugs.
"This is pretty sweet," Stitch remarked as they walked through the doors. She wandered around the room, peeking in the corners and coupbards until she suddenly leaped into the air with a joyful shout. "There's salt and vinegar chips! They are so mine!"
She launched herself into a Kermit the frog beanbag chair next to the couch and happily munched away.
"So," Crow said, trying to fit on the beanbag next to her. "That's a sweet costume."
Stitch glared at him. "It's not a costume."
"Sure. How did you do it?"
"I told you, it's not a costume. And get off, there's only room for one person on this chair," She snapped, trying to push him off. Crow flailed around for a moment, and at about the moment his hand got near her rump, all heck broke loose.
Eliza sadly watched as her four teammates battle and sighed as she heard a familiar voice issue from
a speaker built into the ceiling.
"I think that went well, don't you?"
"Hello Snake."
"So... what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to watch for a few moments. They'd fight at some point, in happens in every good crew. Might as well let them get their differences settled now."
"So you're letting them murder each other? Are you absolutly sure I shouldn't all up the mental hospital? I have them on speed dial, you know."
"I'm pretty sure they won't go so far as to kill each other," Eliza said. Just then Crow went flying across the room and landed crumpled in a corner, Stitch howled at a light on the ceiling, and
Catherine went into full glow mode.
"Or not," Said Snake, helpful as always.
Episode II: Gather round
"Don't you 'oi' me!" Stitch snarled, turning and slashing Eliza's cheek with her long fingernails. Eliza
reeled backward, and as the scratch slowly dripped on the floors, she grimaced and then stuck her fingers in her mouth and gave a shrill whistle that stopped the fighting for at least a moment.
"All right." She said, her voice unusually calm. "I know we all hate each other, but for the moment let’s try to get along, alright?"
"How can you expect me to get along with him?" Heather snarled, pointing to the broken form in the corner that used to be Crow.
"I agree with Eliza," Said Catherine, her hair returning to its natural brown now that the fight was over. "It is useless to fight with one another when we have a bigger mission to accomplish."
"I'll show you a bigger mission," Heather growled, shooting an explosive at Catherine. The latter calmly raised a hand, trapping the bomb in a sphere of light, where it went off without affecting a thing. Heather growled again and flopped down on the couch, thoroughly upset with the universe in general.
"Thank you Catherine. Now, I suggest we get to setting up our rooms and cleaning this place up a little. After that brawl, I think a few thing need to be repaired. I suppose it’s nice to know that you can handle most things..." Eliza glowered at them all. "But your time might be better spent training to beat up villains, and not each other."
"I call the room at the end of the hall!" Crow shouted. He looked around at all the stares and then said, "What? As the only guy here, I reserve the right to distance myself. I don't want to be torn apart."
"I doubt anyone wants anything to do with you, let alone a romance," Stich laughed. "I get the second on the right."
"First on the right," Heather said, and no one tried to argue.
"I will take the first on the left.” Said Catherine.
"You can share with me if you want," Crow said.
"I tried romance one. It did not end well.”
Crow shrugged. "It’s not my fault if you don’t want to have any fun.”
“Well,” Said Stitch, yawning widely. “As fun as it is to watch you two, I’m about to fall asleep. Don’t wake me up any time before noon unless it’s a huge emergency.” And with that the mismatched girl stumbled off towards her newly acquired room.
“I am experiencing fatigue as well,” Said Catherine, following suit, but it seemed more like a ploy to avoid Crow than a simple matter of being tired.
Eliza watched as they all headed off to their rooms, and then she headed toward hers. But halfway there, she stopped, tuned around, and headed the other way.
And yet somehow, she really, really did not care.
The paper cup crumpled in her fingers, and she rubbed the brown liquid on her pants leg. Heaven knew they were dirty enough as it was. She left a few coins on the table, not payment, but a tip. It made her feel like a spy from either a serious movie or a cheesy comedy.
If only she was a good guy. But Emily knew that what she was about to do was bad, worse than anything else, worse than the stealing and the cursing and the hurting. Because this wasn’t something for police to deal with. This was bigger, and badder, and it would be a whole lot more ugly if she got caught.
Emily snapped her fingers and rubbed her hands together, almost in anticipation, spreading the sparks from finger, to finger, to finger. Then she smiled, and slipped into the shadows, with only on thought in her head. I’m going to find my sister, and I’m going to get her back.
“No Snake,” Eliza sighed. “I need sleep, just like any other human being.”
“So what’s so special about you? I looked in your file, but I couldn’t figure out what your powers were…” Said the electronic voice that was both the Earthshakers computer system and a computer program from a video game called SnakeSevenO9.
Eliza stiffened. “I don’t have any powers.”
"So, wait. You’re just normal?”
She walked over to one of the foam filled dummies that circled the perimeter of the room, examining it carefully. “Just normal.”
“Ha!” The disembodied voice laughed. “Why are you even on this team then?”
“I can’t say I know. But I suppose Heather had something to do with it.”
“Don’t say that brute gave you a referral.”
“She’s not a brute. And she may have. I don’t know.”
“Why would she even want you here?”
“She sailed on the ship Ann Marie. I should hope she’d remember her captain, especially after all the adventures we went through together.”
“Oh, is that one of those sky ship thingies? All steam-punk and old fashioned and stuff?”
“Yep. That’s my Ann Marie.”
“Is that why you dress that way?” The voice said, a bit scornfully.
“That place is… was my home. I don’t generally forget the past. It can be useful to remember.”
“So what happened? Why’d Heather leave?” Somehow Eliza thinks that this must be typical for him. Only thinking about the people who are either useful or dangerous.
“You know. Things just happen sometimes.”
“No really, what—”
But before Snake could even complete his sentence, he was cut off by a blaring alarm. Immediately Eliza jerked to attention. “Everyone up!” She yelled, running towards the bedrooms. “There’s trouble in the fifth sector!”
Doors banged open along the halls, and five very sleepy people stumbled out of their rooms. But soon enough their eyes were wide open, as they began to see the nature of the trouble.
The screens in the main room flickered to life, filling with images of every camera in the location, the footage provided by none other than Snake. Fire raged along a street, filling every bit with light. A shadowy figure moved slowly down the round, their face hidden in the twisting mess of darkness and light. The shadowy figured appeared to be making an attempt to open a heavy door.
“All right, this is your first mission and we haven’t had much time to train, but please, try to work together. We don’t know anything about the subject, but they appear to be able to control flames,” Eliza said as the team gathered around the footage.
“Please, I think I like it a lot better when you don’t talk technically,” Heather said, somehow still able to scoff at six a.m.
Eliza sighed. “Fine. Go kick her butt and report back as soon as possible. And if you start fighting each other I will break one of your bones. Now go!”
Heather grinned, her teeth glinting in the red light of the screens. “Now that’s more like it. See you in a moment, captain.”
Eliza smiled back at her before telling them all to skedaddle. Then she sunk down into one of the chairs and began rubbing her temples.
“What are you looking so down for?” The electronic voice asked from somewhere near the ceiling.
“I just hope they can manage. Judging from earlier tonight… well, I guess I’ll deal with it when it happens.”
“You have fun with that,” Snake sniggered, before going silent once more.
Emily looked up from her job of melting through the thick iron door and cursed under her breath.
“Come on,” She hissed. “This always goes faster in the movies!”
A huge thump sounded over the roaring of the flames, and Emily turned around again. Slowly Crow stood up from a crouch, his wings neatly folding themselves behind his back as he did so, and said,
“I’m afraid we have to put you out, miss.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Emily said through her teeth. She glanced away from another moment as Stitch landed next to the boy with black wings.
“You know that sounded a bit idiotic,” Stitch said to him.
“I thought it sounded cool.”
“It sounded like a cartoon.”
“Is sounded even a word?”
“Good question.”
Emily stared at the two, bemused. She concentrated hard, and she could almost feel the metal giving way under her fingers. Just a few more seconds…
“Alright, let’s stop chatting and beat this chick up,” Stitch said, cracking her knuckles. Emily swallowed, hard.
Crow opened his mouth wide, and the sound of some kind of bird escaped his mouth. Almost instantaneously, an army of pigeons came to his aid, dodging around the fire in a speedy and erratic flight. They swarmed around Emily, pecking and clawing at her face and hands. She cringed and began to run through the flames. The birds tried to follow her, but she was already in the heart of the fire. They couldn’t go in without getting injured. No one could.
Emily came out in a dark alley. She glanced behind her, but she didn’t see anything but the brilliant reds and yellows that raged behind her. She turned and began to head down the darkened streets, but before she had taken three steps she was thrown to the ground by a huge and powerful force. Her arms shook as she struggled to raise herself from the ground, and then something slammed into her head again. Once more she struggled to get up, but she could not. She glanced behind her to see a brilliant specter, shining with white light.
“I do hope you did not think you would get away,” Catherine said. “For I do hate to disappoint people.”
Emily coughed, and a bit of blood spattered the ground. She glared up at Catherine, not scared of her brilliant. “You’re the one how’s going to be disappointed,” She said, and then she spun into action.
But as she looked up, she realized that there was nothing there. She was alone in the alley.
A few minutes after she had left, Emily slipped into an alley. She had been with Catherine the whole time, concealed within a shadow. She hadn’t held the shape very well, but luckily people don’t notice if their shadows are just a bit unfamiliar. It was easy with her, anyway. The girls were about the same size.
Quietly, Emily breathed out in the cold night, safe now that Catherine had moved on, not noticing the ripples in the shadows behind her. As a soft cloud filled the air, the girl turned criminal’s thoughts churned in the air. She had failed. She hadn’t discovered anything, hadn’t done anything but half melt a stupid door.
But she hadn’t given up. It might take her a while, but eventually, she would try again.
...oOo...
Episode II: Voices
Dude, get up. It’s like, noon.
Stitch groaned, pressing her face into her pillow and ignoring the voice.
Jess is right. I know we didn’t get very much sleep, but we have things to be doing.
“Both of you just go away,” Stitch moaned into her pillow. But she knew they could still hear her.
Come on! Up! Now!
Stitch felt her body moving for her, controlled by someone else for just a moment. She sighed as she sat up, and then she began to stumble around her room, collecting clothes from a small purple suitcase. She didn’t have very many things to call her own. Not yet at least, she thought to herself.
So what are we going to do today? I was thinking that maybe we could put a garden on the roof. It’s would be lovely, and there’s a lot of room for grow boxes and the like.
Why do you always have such wimpy ideas? We’re a super hero now! We don’t have time for garden now!
What about the times when there are no villain to fight?
We have to train like crazy, it’s just like back…
Stitch began to ignore the others, settling into her owns thought. The thoughts of Stacy Cole.
It had been almost a year since she became Stitch, she realized with a jolt. Today was, technically, her birthday. She gave a small chuckle, and wondered if she should tell the rest of the team. But currently they were just a bunch of people she hardly knew. Maybe she could get the day off. Did they do that kind of thing here?
She walked out into the kitchen, a large open area with yellow counters that weren’t exactly attractive. Stitch rummaged through the fridge, trying to find something without sugar. That stuff was gross.
She smiled, her lips going lopsided in the reflection of the toaster as she put in a hash brown patty. She frowned at her reflection and tried to pat down her hair. If she had to be a monster, she could at least try to look nice.
So, Stacy thought, decided to entertain her selves while her hash browns… well… browned. How are we going to play this?
I say we bust all their heads! Jess eagerly volunteered.
We should make friends with the team. Lyn thought, sounding as timid as always.
I don’t know if I trust them all. Crow seemed a little too…
He touched the butt! No one touches the butt!
You didn’t have to attack him, Lyn sighed, knowing it was rather useless.
Yes I did! I have to protect us from creepers, even if the rest of you are too scared to do anything.
Suddenly the image of a fiery shield flashed across stitch’s version.
I don’t think we need to go so far as to carry a shield, Iris, Stacy thought.
“What you doing over here?”
Stitch jumped at the voice and looked up to see Crow. He was standing with his head cocked, not quite checking her out, but still looking her over.
“I, um, I was just, I really think that, well you see…” She stuttered, three voices trying to force their way out at once.
“I think your whatever it is is burning,” He said, pointing to the toaster. Stitch yelped and pulled her hash browns through the black smoke, yelling as the burnt part touched her fingers. She quickly set it on a plate and sucked on her fingers, glaring at the toaster and Crow and the hash brown patty in a loop that never seemed to end.
“Well then,” Said Crow, interrupting the silence. “Are you planning on sitting down or what?”
“Yes,” Stitch snapped, and plopped down at the yellow tiled table. She tried to eat her hash browns with dignity, but things covered in ketchup and table manners learned from scarecrows really don’t give one a good image. She struggled to keep her cheeks was reddening, because that just led to whole barrel of problems, as only one part of her face would turn red. And then she would look like even more of an idiot.
“You know,” She said, quietly enough that Crow could not hear. “I really hate being me sometimes.”
No. Freaking. Kidding, Jess thought back.
...oOo...
“Well, I’m going to go then,” Stitch said a few awkward minutes later, whipping the red smears of her face.
“Take your communicator,” Said an extremely annoyed voice from the corner of the room.
Stitch and Crow looked around to see Eliza come out of the hall, the frown on her face intense enough to send a shadow across the whole room. Both of them tried to make themselves as small as possible as Eliza swept through the room, taking a seat in front of the screens. As she started to type a long sequence both Crow and Stitch took advantage of her distraction and snuck out of the room.
“Wow, I wonder what her deal is?” Crow said once they had reached the hallway.
“I think she’s mad about that person getting away yesterday.”
“I didn’t think it was that big of deal.”
Stitch shrugs. “I didn’t think so either. It was only our first mission…”
Both of them looked down the hallway as one of the doors opened. Catherine nodded to them. Her hair was up in a bun, and she looked rather normal now that she wasn’t glowing. But somehow her gray eyes still held a strange luminescence.
She began to head toward the kitchen, but Crow called her back. “You might not want to go in there. Eliza is seriously pissed at you.”
“She and I will talk eventually. There is no point in prolonging it,” Said Catherine and walked into the main room. Crow and Stitch looked at each other, and then they both peeked around the corner. Stitched frowned, trying to see around Crow's wings, finally shoving him to the side and forcing him to look over her shoulder.
“You let her escape,” Eliza said, still facing the computers. Even her back looked angry.
“I did not let her. She simply did.”
“You should have called the others to help you! That’s the reason we gave you a communicator!” Eliza turned around, her blue eyed furious. Catherine looked at her calmly, taking a few moments to form her response.
“I tend to work alone.”
“Alone isn’t good enough! These are serious…”
Stitch watched the argument, her head flipping back and forth as Catherine and Eliza argued. Well, Catherine wasn’t exactly arguing, just speaking calmly and giving no reaction, but it was pretty much the same thing.
“I know I should have taken her when I had the chance.”
“That’s not the way we so things around here. You capture, you don’t kill.”
“Would it not be best to permanently negate the threat?”
“Look," Eliza said. “I don’t know how you did things back when it was just you and a bunch of monsters. But it’s different here. We’re a team and they’re people. You have to remember that.” Eliza sighed. “So next time don’t leave your communicator at home, and call the team. Now please get out of here before I punch you, because neither of us wants that to happen.” Eliza turned back to the computer screens and hunched her back, seemingly in an attempt to ward of anyone who might come her way.
Stitch finished a rather lengthy inner debate. “Um, is it okay if I go downtown for a while and—”
Eliza didn’t let her finish. “If you bring your communicator and make sure to pay attention to it.”
“Oh,” Said Stitch, sounding disappointed. “In that case I guess… wait, did you just say I could?”
Eliza sounded at least a little bit more cheerful when she answered. “Have fun. And happy birthday.”
“Wait a second, how did you know it’s my birth—”
“It’s your birthday? How old are you?”
Stitch looked at Crow and sighed. I suppose he’ll find it out eventually anyway… “I’m one.”
“No seriously,” Crow said, looking at her sideways. “How old are you?”
“I’m one year old.”
“You’re joking.”
Stitch growled. “Collectively I’m 1275, I’ve been alive for one year, and for everyday purposes I average out at fifteen.”
Crow blinked. “You are officially the most interesting person I have met thus far.”
“What about Catherine.”
“Some things are even stranger than the ability to glow.”
“Gee, that totally makes me feel better about myself.”
Crow laughs. “Oh come on, it could be worse.”
“Yeah…Oh wait! I have to show you something.” And with that Stitch scurried into her room, she opened a secret pocket in her suitcase, carefully fastening the necklace that was hidden there around her neck. Then she ran out and twirled around with a flourish. “Tada!” She said.
Crow stared for a minute, his yellow eyes going wide. “Whoa…You’re…normal,” He finished uncertainly, trying to figure out how she suddenly became human.
Stitch smiled. “Yep. Mirana gave me this necklace, and it helps me blend in a little better. It doesn’t work on mirrors though.”
“Well. I think such a lovely lady as yourself should be taken somewhere special on her birthday,” Said Crow, holding an elbow for Stitch to hold.
“Where are you going to take me?” She asked, taking his arm.
Crow shrugged. “You like pizza?”
Stitch laughed. “Why not. Just nothing sugary.”
“Why not?” Crow asked her as they walked out the door. “Are you on a diet or something?”
“No way. someone messed up my taste buds when they were putting me together. That stuff is just gross,” She said, sticking out her tongue for emphasis.
“Wasn’t your tongue green the last time I saw it?”
“Ha, ha. You’re hilarious.”
“I know, right?”
...oOo...
“This world is not unusual. It is not forgotten, it is remembered. There is a chance for every one of us, if we will look to the sky. We must change with the flow of this river, and then, once love has fallen into the dusty mists of the past, we will be finished.”
Enna smiled at her audience, giving a small nod to them before she stepped off the stage. That trophy was hers. She smiled to herself as she took a seat and waited to win.
The announcer stood on stage, smiling at everyone. “And the winner of tonight’s poetry slam,” he said, pausing for dramatic affect. “Is Natalie Hitchman!”
An excited squeal went up from somewhere in the audience. Enna sat, stunned. She’d lost. She’d worked on that poem for weeks, years even, if you counted the development on the story and ideas themselves, and she had lost. She stood up rather quickly and exited the room, going out into the cold night.
She seethed as she walked down the deserted street, and she considered doing several very cruel and unusual things. But she managed to resist the temptation to do anything too drastic, as tempting as it was.
Then she spotted the girl.
She was leaning against a lamppost, talking to herself. Quietly, Enna got a little closer, being careful not to startle her. She began to hear what she was saying, but it seemed she was only speaking about one fourth of the conversation.
“It’s not my fault. You’re the one who’s supposed to be good at tracking… Oh sure! ... That’s ridiculous… I don’t think that will work… But what will Eliza…”
“Excuse me,” Said Enna, tapping her on the shoulder. “May I ask who you’re talking to?”
The girl jumped and looked around. He hands flew to the opal necklace that laid at her throat. “I’m ah… go to… I’m so sorry but I don’t believe… help…”
“You were talking to yourself, weren’t you? That’s okay. I do it sometimes too. As Joseph Eastwood once said, only a writer will hold conversation between people that don’t exist. We don’t talk to ourselves,” She said, putting her hand on the girls shoulder. “We talk to the people we created from nothing.”
“Ah, right. That was really… okay, who are you.”
“I’m Enna, author by hope,” Enna said, holding out her hand.
“I’m Sti… er, Stacy. Nice to meet you,” Said Stacy, taking her hand.
“So, is there a reason you’re looking so distressed?”
“I just, sort of… lost my way.”
“I think we all do that at times. Where are you trying to get back too?”
“Uh… I can find it if I can just find downtown… it’s kind of big.”
“Are you in that new skyscraper?”
Stitch looked relieved. “Yeah. That’s the place.”
“Here, I’ll show you how to get home. It’s not too far to walk, if that’s all right with you.”
“Yeah that’s fine.”
The two girls walked silently for a few moments, Enna softly humming to herself. Finally Stacy spoke up. “So, what brings you to this part of town?”
Enna shrugged. “Just having a little fun.”
“Uh… okay then.”
“You know, I have this weird feeling, like I should tell you something.”
“What?”
“You’re never going to have a romantic life. I’m sorry. But I can just tell things sometimes.”
“What, you’re an oracle or something?”
“Nope. Just someone who’s good at seeing.”
“Seeing what?”
“Everything.”
And Enna was silent for the rest of the way home.
...oOo...
Episode III: Capture
"I can't believe I blew it! I was so close and then those weirdos showed up and now... argh!"
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"Yes it is! I should have tried harder, I should have known that they'd..."
"You couldn't know, and I know you did your very best."
"But they still stopped me. She's still locked up somewhere. I failed her, Trixie."
Trixie put a hand on Emily's shoulder, seeking her eyes. But Emily kept her head down. "It's okay. We can try again."
"We can fail again."
"But nothing will change if we don't try."
"Will you really help me?"
"Well... I'm a little busy."
"With what?" Emily laughed. "You planning a midnight raid on a teddy bear shop?"
"Hey!" Trixie said, sounding defensive. "I happen to love fluffy things!"
"Believe me, I noticed. But seriously, what are you doing that's so important?"
"Well, I'm sort of working for someone right now. Not in the big way, but I'm still working for someone."
"What do you mean, not in the big way? Isn't it useless if it's not in the big way?"
Trixie shrugged. "He just wants me to scare people."
"Wait, he? Aren't you still..."
"He's little. Actually, he's eleven, just like me!"
"I think you've found yourself a new friend," Emily laughed. "But what are you doing. Trixie, are you hurting anyone."
"No." She said.
"Make sure things stay that way. Now we both should get back to work. I'll see you later," Emily said walking out of the shadowy room.
"At least not permanently," Trixie, said quietly in her absence, fingering a knife.
...oOo...
"Hey! get up! There's some seriously weird stuff going on."
Eliza shot out of her bed like a rocket, her fingers fastening around a knife. She looked widly around the room for the intruder.
"Relax, will you? It's just me."
"Where are you?" Eliza growled at the unknown voice.
"Dude, I'm a disembodied voice remember? I'm like, in the ceiling and walls and stuff."
"Show yourself!"
"Fine." A holographic image sputtered to life, revealing SnakeSevenO9, complete with armor and green hair, not to mention the frown that was always present. "Happy?" Said the slightly blue figure.
"Oh. It's you."
"Duh? Who else is gonna get your butt out of bed so you can come look at this?"
"What's the problem?"
"Come and see."
Eliza followed the flickering holographics into the main room. Snake seemed pleased to have found a way into the real world, even if he did pass through everything. He quickly flipped the computer to an empty alleyway.
"What am I supposed to be seeing?" Eliza asked.
"That's weird," Snake said. Someone called about a monster a while ago. I figured we should go and kick it, you know? But it's gone."
"Snake, why did you really call me down here?"
"Honest! There was a monster!"
"Snake. Tell me the truth."
"There was a monster! I swear! there was some panicked lady on the telephone!"
"How exactly did she get our phone number?"
"Uh, well..." Snake looked embarrassed, and Eliza noticed that his cheeks reddened slightly before he turned away from her. "I sort of... put it online. And she was an old friend, so I had to give it too her, and..."
"That actually might be a good idea."
"I know, it was stupid... you really think it's a good idea? Why?"
Eliza smiled at him. "How else are we going to know when the villains strike? But make sure you filter the calls. Let the police do the smaller jobs."
"Er, right. So... one other thing..."
"Yes?"
"Someone melted a hole in a wall downtown."
"And you didn't tell me this earlier because?"
"Monsters are cool."
"Right. Well, wake up the team," And with that Eliza turned her back on the image on the monitor, and image of red hot metal in a lazy circle.
...oOo...
She was inside when they arrived. She knew she was close, she could tell by the smell of anesthetic and chlorine. Emily never really knew why hospitals always smelled like that. But she didn't really have time to start searching the dark and long white halls before those freaks showed up again.
Then again, they didn't really deserve that name, as she was a bit of a freak herself.
Emily ducked into a dark doorway, trying to quiet both her breath and her heart. If they didn't see her...
"She's over there. I can smell her."
I knew I shouldn't have used that coconut conditioner, Emily thought to herself as she let fire sputter to life in her fists.
The thing that slid out from behind the doorway did not look human. It's eyes were burning, and fire raced up and down its arms in crazy patterns that spelled words gone too quickly to read. And the determination showed simply in the way it stood was... well, at least a little intimidating. But the team had confidence as well.
Ropes of flames made the walls flicker with crazy shadows as the team dodged balls of fire that zoomed from just about every direction.
"It seems we meet again," Crow says, managing to get close to the girl on fire.
"It wasn't nice seeing you," Emily snarled, slapping him across the face and leaving a cherry red mark.
"I have an idea!" Stitch yelled, running out the door. Emily smiled to herself. One down, three to go.
Suddenly her feet were knocked out from under her and she crashed down to the ground. She glanced up and saw the glowing girl from before. Emily grit her teeth, gathering the fire, letting it race up and down her arms, before hitting the girl with everything she had.
But in a few seconds she was up again. Her hair swirled around, twisting and growing. Emily scrambled backward as a long strand reached for her foot. She grabbed The glowing strand and yanked it forward, bringing the girl to the ground. She smiled to herself before she heard a loud bang from behind her.
The bullet grazed by her shoulder, an then suddenly tiny claws were tearing into her. Emily stumbled back and batted the birds away. She could feel herself getting angry, and somehow she felt a little bit bad, but at the same they were really pissing her off.
So it's not like she really regretted exploding at the time.
Fire filled every corner. Catherine saw it coming, if only by a few seconds. She grabbed the others and put up a shield, only just in time. It barely held as the explosion raged around the room, somehow going on and on. Finally it ended. But the wasn't over. Catherine's eyes began to go back to their normal silver, her hair receding into a neat bun, fading to a chestnut brown. The faint m-shaped scar on her hand did not stop glowing until she slumped to the ground, her power spent for the time being.
Crow helped her into a corner as Heather faced down the criminal. Her stare grew cold, the robotic side of her brain examining the situation from every angle, deciding how best to survive.
Emily stared at her, wondering why she didn't attack. Her arm was raised, the gun dead on target. Emily knew she could melt the bullets, stopping them before they came. Apparently, the woman half made with brass knew it too. She just looked at Emily.
And for some reason that was annoying.
She began to start a flow of fire. It twisted out of the blackness of her boots, swirling around her body and probably making her look pretty terrifying.
But Heather just continued to look at her, her face cold and uncaring.
Emily narrowed her eyes, letting herself get angry. She focused on the shape before her and...
"DIE HUMAN SCUM!!!!"
She looked up, right into a stream of water. It stung her skin like bullets and stopped her from breathing. She struggled to find her way out of the stream, but it was impossible. And someone was laughing. She was knocked to the ground by the intense pressure, and the laughter got laughter and was joined by several other voices as she floundered. She tried to light a flame, but there was too much wet all over.
She kept fighting it, trying to stand and just getting knocked down about fifty times. The laughter rang from every side, but she couldn't find the source through the liquid clouding her eyes.
Eventually she gave up. And the second she did they slapped some handcuffs on her, the fire hose just a few feet away as a reminder to not misbehave.
"Don't think you can keep me for long," She snarled as they led her away. "I will escape, an when I do--"
Stitch cut her off. "That's what they all say. Somehow I never thought it happened in real life though..."
And so Emily was captured, without even getting a chance to say goodbye to what quite possibly was her only friend in the world.
(Sorry, I'm really, really bad at action scenes)
...oOo...
"Let me out!"
"You know, yelling never got anyone out of jail."
Emily turned on him, fuming. "I am going to murder you the second I get close enough to slap that grin off your face."
"Admiring my pearly whites, are you? I know it's hard to tear your gaze away, but you really must take a moment to consider the situation you're in."
"I swear, if you say--"
"You are currently in a fireproof box with industrial locks and a ton of other safety measures. So currently your only option of escape is yelling at an extremely handsome man."
"Oh, get over yourself,' Emily snapped. She folded her arms and angrily sat down on the small cot, her shoulders radiating anger and frustration.
"Nah. So, anything else I can do for you?"
"Besides leaving me alone and letting me escape? No."
"Well, see you then. Just tell me if you want anything though. We've actually got, like, a ton of money and no ideas as to what we should spend it on."
"How do you get so much money when you have to pay for destroying the city?"
"Technically it's the villains fault, and we actually are a sort of police force, so we get some tax dollars, although that's just about enough for the rent and some ramen noodles."
Emily tuned around, her green eyes squinted with confusion. "So how do you have so much money?"
Crow shrugged. "Our mysterious benefactor either won the lottery or is a billionaire."
"Why would anyone want to start a team of heroes though?"
"To stop people like you."
"Right." Emily turned her back and told herself that she wouldn't' say another word to him. Ever.
"So yeah. I'll see you then."
Emily closed her eyes and listened to him walk away. Then her eyes flew open and she ran to the door.
"Wait! I've just realized something!"
But Crow was already gone.
Emily sunk onto the bed, her hands sliding up into her hair. Trixie is going to go crazy again. She;'s going to find me missing, and she's going to kill something, and there is nothing I can do to stop her from tearing apart the whole city.
So basically, holy swarming crud.
...oOo...
HEROES
Crow Talon
Gender: Male
Race: Endronian, Caucasian
Age: 17
Powers: Control over birds, wings
Weaknesses: Birds don't always listen, wings get in the way
Role: Comic relief
Role on Team: Fighter
SnakeSevenO9
Gender: Male
Race: Program
Age: 15. 14 in body and mind
Powers: Control over evrything in the tecnological world
Weaknesses: Has to kow the codes before he can affect anything
Role: The batrayer
Role on Team: Techie
Eliza Marlow
Gender: Female
Race: Human, caucasian
Age: 25
Powers: No powers
Weaknesses: No powers. Only human
Role: Leader
Role on Team: Leader
Heather Anitta
Gender: Female
Race: Cyborg, Human, African American
Age: 27
Powers: Small gun on right forearm, cyborg eye can see anywhere
Weaknesses:
Role: The one who thinks with their fists
Role on Team: Hit woman
Stitch
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire, werewolf, gargoyle, mermaid, and human
Age: Collectivly 1275, alive for 1 year, for everyday purposes 15
Powers: The powers of her parts
Weaknesses: The weaknesses of her parts
Role: The glue (Lets be friends)
Role on Team: Fighter
Catherine Burns
Gender: Female
Race: Human, Hispanic, touched by light
Age: 12
Powers: glows with a white light that can be formed into blades or used to stragulate things
Weaknesses: Gone on her own missions in Bermudae at bad times
Role: The voice of reason/ the depressing one
Role on Team: Second in command/command on the battlefield
VILLAINS
Emily Swiftfoot
Gender: Female
Race: Endronian, Cacasian
Age: 16
Powers: Control over flame, shadows, and emotions
Weaknesses: Powers are not fully developed and can be taken away, anger
Trixie Greenfinch
Gender: Female
Race: Endronian, Hispanic
Age: 245, 067, 11 in body
Powers: Order and metal gifted
Weaknesses: Order gifted
The Dragon
Gender: Female
Race, Human, Caucasian, Heartless
Age: 27
Powers: able to fight without emotion
Weaknesses: No known weaknesses
UNDERTERMINED
Enna Woods
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 14
Powers: Unknown
Weaknesses: Unknown
Episode I: Meetings
From a dark alley, she watched.
The hoodie was pulled up over blond curls. They exploded from beneath the gray fabric, seeking light and air. Her eyes sparkled from within the fabric, catching in the red taillights of passing cars. The night hummed, the city not yet asleep, despite the late hour.
But despite the chill in the air and the inviting smells from a late night deli, she simple stood and watched the building across the street.
Or rather, the person on top of it.
They were just a small speck from where Eliza stood. She watched them from her alley, saw them pace back and forth a few times before stopping at the edge of building. And then. she watched them
fall.
Eliza, still waiting in her out of the way hiding place, didn't lunge forward. She simply waited as the shape took on dimension, became a teenage girl with a rippling wave of black hair, waited as they hit the pavement, stumbled for a moment, and then walked away, ready to do it again. Only then did Eliza leave the alley.
"You just jumped off a skyscraper."
The jumper startled, turning around with her teeth bared. Eliza just looked at her. She was not fazed by the scares that raced across the girl's face, nor by the three colors of skin.
"Who are you?" Eliza asked.
"Who are you?" She said right back.
"Eliza Marlow. I'm the protector of this city."
"Riiight... And what exactly are you protecting it from?"
A huge crash rose from somewhere behind them. Eliza winced. "That."
...oOo...
The bullet soared into the things side. It reared up in the air with a silent scream and then slammed back the the ground. For a few moments it just lay there, breathing heavily. Then it advanced on the girl as she slowly lowered her arm, the built-in gun still smoking.
"Well...Crap," She said, before turning around and running for her life.
She pounded through the alleyways, twisting and turning, the beast behind her getting closer and closer despite her efforts to avoid it.
She ducked into a shallow doorway, sucking herself into the wall and cursing her chubbiness. She could hear its breath, could feel its heavy steps as it searched for her. She tried to breathe quietly, and willed her heart too clam down and keep quiet. The sounds of snuffling began to fade, and she dared to peek out of her hiding place.
A beam of white light slammed into her and she was blown backward. Her head spun. "I didn't think it could do that," She muttered, her words slurring because of her confusion and pain.
"Are you alright?"
She looked up as she heard the voice and saw a god.
...oOo...
When the got there, the air smelled of gun-smoke, and the building was rubble.
"Whoa..." Said the jumper, staring at the destruction. Eliza bent, sweeping her fingers across some black dust on the ground. She looked at the black flakes on her pale fingers. Then she licked it and smiled.
"Okay... so you're weird." Said the girl
"I'll explain if you tell me you're name," Eliza said, totally nonchalant.
"It's Stitch. So why are you licking unidentified substances?"
"It's gunpowder."
"Great. So you're just trying to blow yourself up then."
"It's mixed with cocoa powder."
"So you're not the only one who's weird... And how exactly is this all significant?"
"It means one of my friend is in town," Eliza smiled.
Another hug crash sounded, this time coming from somewhere to their left. The two girls watched as white light and dust burst into the air for a moment before disappearing.
"So... I guess we should go that way."
"Agreed."
...oOo...
Wind filttered past, gently blowing his wings. The black feathers ruffled gently, sending a noise like aspens to drift over the rooftops. But he didn't really notice. He was too busy watching the fight below.
The beast was slowly dissolving under a beam of bright white light, twitching and trying to snarl as bullets tore apart its side. It's blood was black and thick, like tar on a hot day.
He looked away for a moment as growling drifted over the night air and smiled as he saw two new
females run onto the rubble covered street.
A shadow fluttered down, its sound disguised as the beast finally crashed to the ground at last.
“Heather!” Eliza yelled, running forward. Her friend turned around, the gray dust a sharp contrast to her dark skin. Heather’s face broke into a wide grin, two bronze teeth sparkling from within her mouth before the two woman embraced.
“What are you doing here?” Eliza asked.
“Well, I got to this street ‘cause that thing attacked me, and as for being in the city… I’m assuming you got that little invitation.”
“How did you know?” Eliza frowned, fingering a printout, hastily shoved into a pocket.
The metal looked like gold in the streetlights. “I may’ve put in a good word for you with our unidentified benefactor.”
“Do you have any idea who—”
“Hello, ladies.”
The girls turned around, and their expressions ranged from confusion to admiration to content.
Crow grinned and stood in a classic superhero pose, his black wings spread out widely behind him.
"May I inquire as to who you are?" said a girl, standing just a little behind he others. As she spoke she pulled on a pair of purple finger-less gloves that looked very, very old.
"Wait, who are you?" Crow asked, not remembering seeing this gray-eyed brunette from his rooftop perch.
"Catherine Moore."
"And where did you come from exactly?
"Arizona," She said, and then, "I believe I should return there now. My family will doubtless be waiting for me." She turned and began to walk down the street.
"Hey, Wait!"
She turned around, looking at Eliza.
"Is there a way I can contact you?" asked the girl, pushing crazy blond curls out of her face.
"Why would you wish to contact me?" Catherine asked, her voice only mildly interested.
Eliza jerked a thumb at the smoldering limp that lay in the middle of the road. "It's always useful to have people who can blow up monsters."
"Wait, you're the glowing one?" Crow said.
"I am."
"That as awesome! High five!"
She regarded hes hand for a good minute before lightly tapping it with her fingertips.
"So. Any of the rest of you get one of these?" Heather asked, holding up a sheet of paper. It had and address, a place only a few blocks away.
Everyone pulled out a similar sheet, aside from Catherine.
"Lets get going them," Eliza said, turning to lead the way.
"Farewell," Said Catherine, bringing her hand up in a small wave.
"Oh, you're coming," Heather said, firmly gripping her arm.
Catherine regarded the hand holding her back for a moment, and the coolly said, "I did not receive an invitation."
"Believe me, if we knew about you before, you would've."
"If you insist, I will come."
"Well, it looks like I'm insisting."
"Then let us leave," She said, and led the way down the street.
...oOo...
Florescent light flickered into life, revealing a large room. There was a beige kitchen area and a large bank of computer equipment taking up most of the back wall. In the corner was a large scarlet couch. It was a sharp contrast to the tan walls and the muted colors in the old wooden floor and rugs.
"This is pretty sweet," Stitch remarked as they walked through the doors. She wandered around the room, peeking in the corners and coupbards until she suddenly leaped into the air with a joyful shout. "There's salt and vinegar chips! They are so mine!"
She launched herself into a Kermit the frog beanbag chair next to the couch and happily munched away.
"So," Crow said, trying to fit on the beanbag next to her. "That's a sweet costume."
Stitch glared at him. "It's not a costume."
"Sure. How did you do it?"
"I told you, it's not a costume. And get off, there's only room for one person on this chair," She snapped, trying to push him off. Crow flailed around for a moment, and at about the moment his hand got near her rump, all heck broke loose.
Eliza sadly watched as her four teammates battle and sighed as she heard a familiar voice issue from
a speaker built into the ceiling.
"I think that went well, don't you?"
"Hello Snake."
"So... what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to watch for a few moments. They'd fight at some point, in happens in every good crew. Might as well let them get their differences settled now."
"So you're letting them murder each other? Are you absolutly sure I shouldn't all up the mental hospital? I have them on speed dial, you know."
"I'm pretty sure they won't go so far as to kill each other," Eliza said. Just then Crow went flying across the room and landed crumpled in a corner, Stitch howled at a light on the ceiling, and
Catherine went into full glow mode.
"Or not," Said Snake, helpful as always.
Episode II: Gather round
"Oi! All of you! Stop jabbering and listen a
moment!"
"Don't you 'oi' me!" Stitch snarled, turning and slashing Eliza's cheek with her long fingernails. Eliza
reeled backward, and as the scratch slowly dripped on the floors, she grimaced and then stuck her fingers in her mouth and gave a shrill whistle that stopped the fighting for at least a moment.
"All right." She said, her voice unusually calm. "I know we all hate each other, but for the moment let’s try to get along, alright?"
"How can you expect me to get along with him?" Heather snarled, pointing to the broken form in the corner that used to be Crow.
"I agree with Eliza," Said Catherine, her hair returning to its natural brown now that the fight was over. "It is useless to fight with one another when we have a bigger mission to accomplish."
"I'll show you a bigger mission," Heather growled, shooting an explosive at Catherine. The latter calmly raised a hand, trapping the bomb in a sphere of light, where it went off without affecting a thing. Heather growled again and flopped down on the couch, thoroughly upset with the universe in general.
"Thank you Catherine. Now, I suggest we get to setting up our rooms and cleaning this place up a little. After that brawl, I think a few thing need to be repaired. I suppose it’s nice to know that you can handle most things..." Eliza glowered at them all. "But your time might be better spent training to beat up villains, and not each other."
"I call the room at the end of the hall!" Crow shouted. He looked around at all the stares and then said, "What? As the only guy here, I reserve the right to distance myself. I don't want to be torn apart."
"I doubt anyone wants anything to do with you, let alone a romance," Stich laughed. "I get the second on the right."
"First on the right," Heather said, and no one tried to argue.
"I will take the first on the left.” Said Catherine.
"You can share with me if you want," Crow said.
"I tried romance one. It did not end well.”
Crow shrugged. "It’s not my fault if you don’t want to have any fun.”
“Well,” Said Stitch, yawning widely. “As fun as it is to watch you two, I’m about to fall asleep. Don’t wake me up any time before noon unless it’s a huge emergency.” And with that the mismatched girl stumbled off towards her newly acquired room.
“I am experiencing fatigue as well,” Said Catherine, following suit, but it seemed more like a ploy to avoid Crow than a simple matter of being tired.
Eliza watched as they all headed off to their rooms, and then she headed toward hers. But halfway there, she stopped, tuned around, and headed the other way.
...oOo...
She didn’t actually like coffee. But for now the
Starbucks was a warm place to sit and think. Because she really, really needed
to do some thinking, what with the past couple days and the fact that…
And there it was again, that anger, rearing its
ugly head up at her, saying look at me, let’s go do something stupid that
we’ll later regret!
And yet somehow, she really, really did not care.
The paper cup crumpled in her fingers, and she rubbed the brown liquid on her pants leg. Heaven knew they were dirty enough as it was. She left a few coins on the table, not payment, but a tip. It made her feel like a spy from either a serious movie or a cheesy comedy.
If only she was a good guy. But Emily knew that what she was about to do was bad, worse than anything else, worse than the stealing and the cursing and the hurting. Because this wasn’t something for police to deal with. This was bigger, and badder, and it would be a whole lot more ugly if she got caught.
Emily snapped her fingers and rubbed her hands together, almost in anticipation, spreading the sparks from finger, to finger, to finger. Then she smiled, and slipped into the shadows, with only on thought in her head. I’m going to find my sister, and I’m going to get her back.
No matter what it takes.
...oOo...
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping? I mean, you do need
sleep right? Case I don’t. Just so you know.”
“No Snake,” Eliza sighed. “I need sleep, just like any other human being.”
“So what’s so special about you? I looked in your file, but I couldn’t figure out what your powers were…” Said the electronic voice that was both the Earthshakers computer system and a computer program from a video game called SnakeSevenO9.
Eliza stiffened. “I don’t have any powers.”
"So, wait. You’re just normal?”
She walked over to one of the foam filled dummies that circled the perimeter of the room, examining it carefully. “Just normal.”
“Ha!” The disembodied voice laughed. “Why are you even on this team then?”
“I can’t say I know. But I suppose Heather had something to do with it.”
“Don’t say that brute gave you a referral.”
“She’s not a brute. And she may have. I don’t know.”
“Why would she even want you here?”
“She sailed on the ship Ann Marie. I should hope she’d remember her captain, especially after all the adventures we went through together.”
“Oh, is that one of those sky ship thingies? All steam-punk and old fashioned and stuff?”
“Yep. That’s my Ann Marie.”
“Is that why you dress that way?” The voice said, a bit scornfully.
“That place is… was my home. I don’t generally forget the past. It can be useful to remember.”
“So what happened? Why’d Heather leave?” Somehow Eliza thinks that this must be typical for him. Only thinking about the people who are either useful or dangerous.
“You know. Things just happen sometimes.”
“No really, what—”
But before Snake could even complete his sentence, he was cut off by a blaring alarm. Immediately Eliza jerked to attention. “Everyone up!” She yelled, running towards the bedrooms. “There’s trouble in the fifth sector!”
Doors banged open along the halls, and five very sleepy people stumbled out of their rooms. But soon enough their eyes were wide open, as they began to see the nature of the trouble.
The screens in the main room flickered to life, filling with images of every camera in the location, the footage provided by none other than Snake. Fire raged along a street, filling every bit with light. A shadowy figure moved slowly down the round, their face hidden in the twisting mess of darkness and light. The shadowy figured appeared to be making an attempt to open a heavy door.
“All right, this is your first mission and we haven’t had much time to train, but please, try to work together. We don’t know anything about the subject, but they appear to be able to control flames,” Eliza said as the team gathered around the footage.
“Please, I think I like it a lot better when you don’t talk technically,” Heather said, somehow still able to scoff at six a.m.
Eliza sighed. “Fine. Go kick her butt and report back as soon as possible. And if you start fighting each other I will break one of your bones. Now go!”
Heather grinned, her teeth glinting in the red light of the screens. “Now that’s more like it. See you in a moment, captain.”
Eliza smiled back at her before telling them all to skedaddle. Then she sunk down into one of the chairs and began rubbing her temples.
“What are you looking so down for?” The electronic voice asked from somewhere near the ceiling.
“I just hope they can manage. Judging from earlier tonight… well, I guess I’ll deal with it when it happens.”
“You have fun with that,” Snake sniggered, before going silent once more.
...oOo...
There was fire everywhere when the team arrived.
Catherine was almost worried. She wasn’t quite sure how her powers would work
in so much light. But as was her way, she accepted it and moved on, allowing
her eyes to change from brown to bright, and for her body to fill with
brilliance.
Emily looked up from her job of melting through the thick iron door and cursed under her breath.
“Come on,” She hissed. “This always goes faster in the movies!”
A huge thump sounded over the roaring of the flames, and Emily turned around again. Slowly Crow stood up from a crouch, his wings neatly folding themselves behind his back as he did so, and said,
“I’m afraid we have to put you out, miss.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Emily said through her teeth. She glanced away from another moment as Stitch landed next to the boy with black wings.
“You know that sounded a bit idiotic,” Stitch said to him.
“I thought it sounded cool.”
“It sounded like a cartoon.”
“Is sounded even a word?”
“Good question.”
Emily stared at the two, bemused. She concentrated hard, and she could almost feel the metal giving way under her fingers. Just a few more seconds…
“Alright, let’s stop chatting and beat this chick up,” Stitch said, cracking her knuckles. Emily swallowed, hard.
Crow opened his mouth wide, and the sound of some kind of bird escaped his mouth. Almost instantaneously, an army of pigeons came to his aid, dodging around the fire in a speedy and erratic flight. They swarmed around Emily, pecking and clawing at her face and hands. She cringed and began to run through the flames. The birds tried to follow her, but she was already in the heart of the fire. They couldn’t go in without getting injured. No one could.
Emily came out in a dark alley. She glanced behind her, but she didn’t see anything but the brilliant reds and yellows that raged behind her. She turned and began to head down the darkened streets, but before she had taken three steps she was thrown to the ground by a huge and powerful force. Her arms shook as she struggled to raise herself from the ground, and then something slammed into her head again. Once more she struggled to get up, but she could not. She glanced behind her to see a brilliant specter, shining with white light.
“I do hope you did not think you would get away,” Catherine said. “For I do hate to disappoint people.”
Emily coughed, and a bit of blood spattered the ground. She glared up at Catherine, not scared of her brilliant. “You’re the one how’s going to be disappointed,” She said, and then she spun into action.
Emily’s hands flew to her boots, and two long
daggers slid out from beneath the black velvet. She screamed and threw herself
at Catherine. A shield of white light went up between them, and Emily crashed
into it. But one of her daggers, thrown before the shield had been formed, went
through and gazed by Catherine’s ribs. She grimaced, and concentrated harder on
the task at hand: Putting this criminal in jail.
But as she looked up, she realized that there was nothing there. She was alone in the alley.
A huge ball of light flew up into the air, filling
every corner with crazy shadows. But Emily was nowhere to be found. Catherine’s
eyes glowed even brighter and narrowed. Her skin glowed bright white, and her
markings began to show, the gray dots around her eyes flickering and moving.
She stalked down the alley, determined to find the criminal.
A few minutes after she had left, Emily slipped into an alley. She had been with Catherine the whole time, concealed within a shadow. She hadn’t held the shape very well, but luckily people don’t notice if their shadows are just a bit unfamiliar. It was easy with her, anyway. The girls were about the same size.
Quietly, Emily breathed out in the cold night, safe now that Catherine had moved on, not noticing the ripples in the shadows behind her. As a soft cloud filled the air, the girl turned criminal’s thoughts churned in the air. She had failed. She hadn’t discovered anything, hadn’t done anything but half melt a stupid door.
But she hadn’t given up. It might take her a while, but eventually, she would try again.
And when she did, she’d make sure to hit the girl
that glowed the hardest.
Episode II: Voices
Dude, get up. It’s like, noon.
Stitch groaned, pressing her face into her pillow and ignoring the voice.
Jess is right. I know we didn’t get very much sleep, but we have things to be doing.
“Both of you just go away,” Stitch moaned into her pillow. But she knew they could still hear her.
Come on! Up! Now!
Stitch felt her body moving for her, controlled by someone else for just a moment. She sighed as she sat up, and then she began to stumble around her room, collecting clothes from a small purple suitcase. She didn’t have very many things to call her own. Not yet at least, she thought to herself.
So what are we going to do today? I was thinking that maybe we could put a garden on the roof. It’s would be lovely, and there’s a lot of room for grow boxes and the like.
Why do you always have such wimpy ideas? We’re a super hero now! We don’t have time for garden now!
What about the times when there are no villain to fight?
We have to train like crazy, it’s just like back…
Stitch began to ignore the others, settling into her owns thought. The thoughts of Stacy Cole.
It had been almost a year since she became Stitch, she realized with a jolt. Today was, technically, her birthday. She gave a small chuckle, and wondered if she should tell the rest of the team. But currently they were just a bunch of people she hardly knew. Maybe she could get the day off. Did they do that kind of thing here?
She walked out into the kitchen, a large open area with yellow counters that weren’t exactly attractive. Stitch rummaged through the fridge, trying to find something without sugar. That stuff was gross.
She smiled, her lips going lopsided in the reflection of the toaster as she put in a hash brown patty. She frowned at her reflection and tried to pat down her hair. If she had to be a monster, she could at least try to look nice.
So, Stacy thought, decided to entertain her selves while her hash browns… well… browned. How are we going to play this?
I say we bust all their heads! Jess eagerly volunteered.
We should make friends with the team. Lyn thought, sounding as timid as always.
I don’t know if I trust them all. Crow seemed a little too…
He touched the butt! No one touches the butt!
You didn’t have to attack him, Lyn sighed, knowing it was rather useless.
Yes I did! I have to protect us from creepers, even if the rest of you are too scared to do anything.
Suddenly the image of a fiery shield flashed across stitch’s version.
I don’t think we need to go so far as to carry a shield, Iris, Stacy thought.
“What you doing over here?”
Stitch jumped at the voice and looked up to see Crow. He was standing with his head cocked, not quite checking her out, but still looking her over.
“I, um, I was just, I really think that, well you see…” She stuttered, three voices trying to force their way out at once.
“I think your whatever it is is burning,” He said, pointing to the toaster. Stitch yelped and pulled her hash browns through the black smoke, yelling as the burnt part touched her fingers. She quickly set it on a plate and sucked on her fingers, glaring at the toaster and Crow and the hash brown patty in a loop that never seemed to end.
“Well then,” Said Crow, interrupting the silence. “Are you planning on sitting down or what?”
“Yes,” Stitch snapped, and plopped down at the yellow tiled table. She tried to eat her hash browns with dignity, but things covered in ketchup and table manners learned from scarecrows really don’t give one a good image. She struggled to keep her cheeks was reddening, because that just led to whole barrel of problems, as only one part of her face would turn red. And then she would look like even more of an idiot.
“You know,” She said, quietly enough that Crow could not hear. “I really hate being me sometimes.”
No. Freaking. Kidding, Jess thought back.
...oOo...
“Well, I’m going to go then,” Stitch said a few awkward minutes later, whipping the red smears of her face.
“Take your communicator,” Said an extremely annoyed voice from the corner of the room.
Stitch and Crow looked around to see Eliza come out of the hall, the frown on her face intense enough to send a shadow across the whole room. Both of them tried to make themselves as small as possible as Eliza swept through the room, taking a seat in front of the screens. As she started to type a long sequence both Crow and Stitch took advantage of her distraction and snuck out of the room.
“Wow, I wonder what her deal is?” Crow said once they had reached the hallway.
“I think she’s mad about that person getting away yesterday.”
“I didn’t think it was that big of deal.”
Stitch shrugs. “I didn’t think so either. It was only our first mission…”
Both of them looked down the hallway as one of the doors opened. Catherine nodded to them. Her hair was up in a bun, and she looked rather normal now that she wasn’t glowing. But somehow her gray eyes still held a strange luminescence.
She began to head toward the kitchen, but Crow called her back. “You might not want to go in there. Eliza is seriously pissed at you.”
“She and I will talk eventually. There is no point in prolonging it,” Said Catherine and walked into the main room. Crow and Stitch looked at each other, and then they both peeked around the corner. Stitched frowned, trying to see around Crow's wings, finally shoving him to the side and forcing him to look over her shoulder.
“You let her escape,” Eliza said, still facing the computers. Even her back looked angry.
“I did not let her. She simply did.”
“You should have called the others to help you! That’s the reason we gave you a communicator!” Eliza turned around, her blue eyed furious. Catherine looked at her calmly, taking a few moments to form her response.
“I tend to work alone.”
“Alone isn’t good enough! These are serious…”
Stitch watched the argument, her head flipping back and forth as Catherine and Eliza argued. Well, Catherine wasn’t exactly arguing, just speaking calmly and giving no reaction, but it was pretty much the same thing.
“I know I should have taken her when I had the chance.”
“That’s not the way we so things around here. You capture, you don’t kill.”
“Would it not be best to permanently negate the threat?”
“Look," Eliza said. “I don’t know how you did things back when it was just you and a bunch of monsters. But it’s different here. We’re a team and they’re people. You have to remember that.” Eliza sighed. “So next time don’t leave your communicator at home, and call the team. Now please get out of here before I punch you, because neither of us wants that to happen.” Eliza turned back to the computer screens and hunched her back, seemingly in an attempt to ward of anyone who might come her way.
Stitch finished a rather lengthy inner debate. “Um, is it okay if I go downtown for a while and—”
Eliza didn’t let her finish. “If you bring your communicator and make sure to pay attention to it.”
“Oh,” Said Stitch, sounding disappointed. “In that case I guess… wait, did you just say I could?”
Eliza sounded at least a little bit more cheerful when she answered. “Have fun. And happy birthday.”
“Wait a second, how did you know it’s my birth—”
“It’s your birthday? How old are you?”
Stitch looked at Crow and sighed. I suppose he’ll find it out eventually anyway… “I’m one.”
“No seriously,” Crow said, looking at her sideways. “How old are you?”
“I’m one year old.”
“You’re joking.”
Stitch growled. “Collectively I’m 1275, I’ve been alive for one year, and for everyday purposes I average out at fifteen.”
Crow blinked. “You are officially the most interesting person I have met thus far.”
“What about Catherine.”
“Some things are even stranger than the ability to glow.”
“Gee, that totally makes me feel better about myself.”
Crow laughs. “Oh come on, it could be worse.”
“Yeah…Oh wait! I have to show you something.” And with that Stitch scurried into her room, she opened a secret pocket in her suitcase, carefully fastening the necklace that was hidden there around her neck. Then she ran out and twirled around with a flourish. “Tada!” She said.
Crow stared for a minute, his yellow eyes going wide. “Whoa…You’re…normal,” He finished uncertainly, trying to figure out how she suddenly became human.
Stitch smiled. “Yep. Mirana gave me this necklace, and it helps me blend in a little better. It doesn’t work on mirrors though.”
“Well. I think such a lovely lady as yourself should be taken somewhere special on her birthday,” Said Crow, holding an elbow for Stitch to hold.
“Where are you going to take me?” She asked, taking his arm.
Crow shrugged. “You like pizza?”
Stitch laughed. “Why not. Just nothing sugary.”
“Why not?” Crow asked her as they walked out the door. “Are you on a diet or something?”
“No way. someone messed up my taste buds when they were putting me together. That stuff is just gross,” She said, sticking out her tongue for emphasis.
“Wasn’t your tongue green the last time I saw it?”
“Ha, ha. You’re hilarious.”
“I know, right?”
...oOo...
“This world is not unusual. It is not forgotten, it is remembered. There is a chance for every one of us, if we will look to the sky. We must change with the flow of this river, and then, once love has fallen into the dusty mists of the past, we will be finished.”
Enna smiled at her audience, giving a small nod to them before she stepped off the stage. That trophy was hers. She smiled to herself as she took a seat and waited to win.
The announcer stood on stage, smiling at everyone. “And the winner of tonight’s poetry slam,” he said, pausing for dramatic affect. “Is Natalie Hitchman!”
An excited squeal went up from somewhere in the audience. Enna sat, stunned. She’d lost. She’d worked on that poem for weeks, years even, if you counted the development on the story and ideas themselves, and she had lost. She stood up rather quickly and exited the room, going out into the cold night.
She seethed as she walked down the deserted street, and she considered doing several very cruel and unusual things. But she managed to resist the temptation to do anything too drastic, as tempting as it was.
Then she spotted the girl.
She was leaning against a lamppost, talking to herself. Quietly, Enna got a little closer, being careful not to startle her. She began to hear what she was saying, but it seemed she was only speaking about one fourth of the conversation.
“It’s not my fault. You’re the one who’s supposed to be good at tracking… Oh sure! ... That’s ridiculous… I don’t think that will work… But what will Eliza…”
“Excuse me,” Said Enna, tapping her on the shoulder. “May I ask who you’re talking to?”
The girl jumped and looked around. He hands flew to the opal necklace that laid at her throat. “I’m ah… go to… I’m so sorry but I don’t believe… help…”
“You were talking to yourself, weren’t you? That’s okay. I do it sometimes too. As Joseph Eastwood once said, only a writer will hold conversation between people that don’t exist. We don’t talk to ourselves,” She said, putting her hand on the girls shoulder. “We talk to the people we created from nothing.”
“Ah, right. That was really… okay, who are you.”
“I’m Enna, author by hope,” Enna said, holding out her hand.
“I’m Sti… er, Stacy. Nice to meet you,” Said Stacy, taking her hand.
“So, is there a reason you’re looking so distressed?”
“I just, sort of… lost my way.”
“I think we all do that at times. Where are you trying to get back too?”
“Uh… I can find it if I can just find downtown… it’s kind of big.”
“Are you in that new skyscraper?”
Stitch looked relieved. “Yeah. That’s the place.”
“Here, I’ll show you how to get home. It’s not too far to walk, if that’s all right with you.”
“Yeah that’s fine.”
The two girls walked silently for a few moments, Enna softly humming to herself. Finally Stacy spoke up. “So, what brings you to this part of town?”
Enna shrugged. “Just having a little fun.”
“Uh… okay then.”
“You know, I have this weird feeling, like I should tell you something.”
“What?”
“You’re never going to have a romantic life. I’m sorry. But I can just tell things sometimes.”
“What, you’re an oracle or something?”
“Nope. Just someone who’s good at seeing.”
“Seeing what?”
“Everything.”
And Enna was silent for the rest of the way home.
...oOo...
Episode III: Capture
"I can't believe I blew it! I was so close and then those weirdos showed up and now... argh!"
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"Yes it is! I should have tried harder, I should have known that they'd..."
"You couldn't know, and I know you did your very best."
"But they still stopped me. She's still locked up somewhere. I failed her, Trixie."
Trixie put a hand on Emily's shoulder, seeking her eyes. But Emily kept her head down. "It's okay. We can try again."
"We can fail again."
"But nothing will change if we don't try."
"Will you really help me?"
"Well... I'm a little busy."
"With what?" Emily laughed. "You planning a midnight raid on a teddy bear shop?"
"Hey!" Trixie said, sounding defensive. "I happen to love fluffy things!"
"Believe me, I noticed. But seriously, what are you doing that's so important?"
"Well, I'm sort of working for someone right now. Not in the big way, but I'm still working for someone."
"What do you mean, not in the big way? Isn't it useless if it's not in the big way?"
Trixie shrugged. "He just wants me to scare people."
"Wait, he? Aren't you still..."
"He's little. Actually, he's eleven, just like me!"
"I think you've found yourself a new friend," Emily laughed. "But what are you doing. Trixie, are you hurting anyone."
"No." She said.
"Make sure things stay that way. Now we both should get back to work. I'll see you later," Emily said walking out of the shadowy room.
"At least not permanently," Trixie, said quietly in her absence, fingering a knife.
...oOo...
"Hey! get up! There's some seriously weird stuff going on."
Eliza shot out of her bed like a rocket, her fingers fastening around a knife. She looked widly around the room for the intruder.
"Relax, will you? It's just me."
"Where are you?" Eliza growled at the unknown voice.
"Dude, I'm a disembodied voice remember? I'm like, in the ceiling and walls and stuff."
"Show yourself!"
"Fine." A holographic image sputtered to life, revealing SnakeSevenO9, complete with armor and green hair, not to mention the frown that was always present. "Happy?" Said the slightly blue figure.
"Oh. It's you."
"Duh? Who else is gonna get your butt out of bed so you can come look at this?"
"What's the problem?"
"Come and see."
Eliza followed the flickering holographics into the main room. Snake seemed pleased to have found a way into the real world, even if he did pass through everything. He quickly flipped the computer to an empty alleyway.
"What am I supposed to be seeing?" Eliza asked.
"That's weird," Snake said. Someone called about a monster a while ago. I figured we should go and kick it, you know? But it's gone."
"Snake, why did you really call me down here?"
"Honest! There was a monster!"
"Snake. Tell me the truth."
"There was a monster! I swear! there was some panicked lady on the telephone!"
"How exactly did she get our phone number?"
"Uh, well..." Snake looked embarrassed, and Eliza noticed that his cheeks reddened slightly before he turned away from her. "I sort of... put it online. And she was an old friend, so I had to give it too her, and..."
"That actually might be a good idea."
"I know, it was stupid... you really think it's a good idea? Why?"
Eliza smiled at him. "How else are we going to know when the villains strike? But make sure you filter the calls. Let the police do the smaller jobs."
"Er, right. So... one other thing..."
"Yes?"
"Someone melted a hole in a wall downtown."
"And you didn't tell me this earlier because?"
"Monsters are cool."
"Right. Well, wake up the team," And with that Eliza turned her back on the image on the monitor, and image of red hot metal in a lazy circle.
...oOo...
She was inside when they arrived. She knew she was close, she could tell by the smell of anesthetic and chlorine. Emily never really knew why hospitals always smelled like that. But she didn't really have time to start searching the dark and long white halls before those freaks showed up again.
Then again, they didn't really deserve that name, as she was a bit of a freak herself.
Emily ducked into a dark doorway, trying to quiet both her breath and her heart. If they didn't see her...
"She's over there. I can smell her."
I knew I shouldn't have used that coconut conditioner, Emily thought to herself as she let fire sputter to life in her fists.
The thing that slid out from behind the doorway did not look human. It's eyes were burning, and fire raced up and down its arms in crazy patterns that spelled words gone too quickly to read. And the determination showed simply in the way it stood was... well, at least a little intimidating. But the team had confidence as well.
Ropes of flames made the walls flicker with crazy shadows as the team dodged balls of fire that zoomed from just about every direction.
"It seems we meet again," Crow says, managing to get close to the girl on fire.
"It wasn't nice seeing you," Emily snarled, slapping him across the face and leaving a cherry red mark.
"I have an idea!" Stitch yelled, running out the door. Emily smiled to herself. One down, three to go.
Suddenly her feet were knocked out from under her and she crashed down to the ground. She glanced up and saw the glowing girl from before. Emily grit her teeth, gathering the fire, letting it race up and down her arms, before hitting the girl with everything she had.
But in a few seconds she was up again. Her hair swirled around, twisting and growing. Emily scrambled backward as a long strand reached for her foot. She grabbed The glowing strand and yanked it forward, bringing the girl to the ground. She smiled to herself before she heard a loud bang from behind her.
The bullet grazed by her shoulder, an then suddenly tiny claws were tearing into her. Emily stumbled back and batted the birds away. She could feel herself getting angry, and somehow she felt a little bit bad, but at the same they were really pissing her off.
So it's not like she really regretted exploding at the time.
Fire filled every corner. Catherine saw it coming, if only by a few seconds. She grabbed the others and put up a shield, only just in time. It barely held as the explosion raged around the room, somehow going on and on. Finally it ended. But the wasn't over. Catherine's eyes began to go back to their normal silver, her hair receding into a neat bun, fading to a chestnut brown. The faint m-shaped scar on her hand did not stop glowing until she slumped to the ground, her power spent for the time being.
Crow helped her into a corner as Heather faced down the criminal. Her stare grew cold, the robotic side of her brain examining the situation from every angle, deciding how best to survive.
Emily stared at her, wondering why she didn't attack. Her arm was raised, the gun dead on target. Emily knew she could melt the bullets, stopping them before they came. Apparently, the woman half made with brass knew it too. She just looked at Emily.
And for some reason that was annoying.
She began to start a flow of fire. It twisted out of the blackness of her boots, swirling around her body and probably making her look pretty terrifying.
But Heather just continued to look at her, her face cold and uncaring.
Emily narrowed her eyes, letting herself get angry. She focused on the shape before her and...
"DIE HUMAN SCUM!!!!"
She looked up, right into a stream of water. It stung her skin like bullets and stopped her from breathing. She struggled to find her way out of the stream, but it was impossible. And someone was laughing. She was knocked to the ground by the intense pressure, and the laughter got laughter and was joined by several other voices as she floundered. She tried to light a flame, but there was too much wet all over.
She kept fighting it, trying to stand and just getting knocked down about fifty times. The laughter rang from every side, but she couldn't find the source through the liquid clouding her eyes.
Eventually she gave up. And the second she did they slapped some handcuffs on her, the fire hose just a few feet away as a reminder to not misbehave.
"Don't think you can keep me for long," She snarled as they led her away. "I will escape, an when I do--"
Stitch cut her off. "That's what they all say. Somehow I never thought it happened in real life though..."
And so Emily was captured, without even getting a chance to say goodbye to what quite possibly was her only friend in the world.
(Sorry, I'm really, really bad at action scenes)
...oOo...
"Let me out!"
"You know, yelling never got anyone out of jail."
Emily turned on him, fuming. "I am going to murder you the second I get close enough to slap that grin off your face."
"Admiring my pearly whites, are you? I know it's hard to tear your gaze away, but you really must take a moment to consider the situation you're in."
"I swear, if you say--"
"You are currently in a fireproof box with industrial locks and a ton of other safety measures. So currently your only option of escape is yelling at an extremely handsome man."
"Oh, get over yourself,' Emily snapped. She folded her arms and angrily sat down on the small cot, her shoulders radiating anger and frustration.
"Nah. So, anything else I can do for you?"
"Besides leaving me alone and letting me escape? No."
"Well, see you then. Just tell me if you want anything though. We've actually got, like, a ton of money and no ideas as to what we should spend it on."
"How do you get so much money when you have to pay for destroying the city?"
"Technically it's the villains fault, and we actually are a sort of police force, so we get some tax dollars, although that's just about enough for the rent and some ramen noodles."
Emily tuned around, her green eyes squinted with confusion. "So how do you have so much money?"
Crow shrugged. "Our mysterious benefactor either won the lottery or is a billionaire."
"Why would anyone want to start a team of heroes though?"
"To stop people like you."
"Right." Emily turned her back and told herself that she wouldn't' say another word to him. Ever.
"So yeah. I'll see you then."
Emily closed her eyes and listened to him walk away. Then her eyes flew open and she ran to the door.
"Wait! I've just realized something!"
But Crow was already gone.
Emily sunk onto the bed, her hands sliding up into her hair. Trixie is going to go crazy again. She;'s going to find me missing, and she's going to kill something, and there is nothing I can do to stop her from tearing apart the whole city.
So basically, holy swarming crud.
...oOo...
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