Create a Hero RPG GAME THREAD (MOD Approved)

[Byrd Man]

Now, when you're a guy who breaks landspeed records with your feet, you kind of get use to seeing weird ****. But, nothing topped what I saw when I got to pinnacle bank.

"Stop! As a deputized crime fighter, I'm placing you under arrest anything you say or do..."

My words trail off as I see the two men infront of me.

"Mamma Mia!

"What should we a do! Mario?"

My mouth still hangs open as they turn and look at me.

"Luigi, Let'a **** him up!"


The Italian brothers leap into the air and fly towards me, I dodge both of them easily.

"What the hell are these guys?"

Dr. Brown comes in over the headset as he talks to me.

"They seem to be hard light holograms."

Mario pulls a turtle shell out of his pocket and kicks it towards me.

"Holograms, so it's just light?"

The turtle shell crashes into me and I fall face first onto the pavement.

"Hard light, Matt. Hard light."

I zip around them and punch Luigi in the back of the head.

"So, how do I beat them?"

"Matt! Stop on them!"

"Yeah, that's the only way to kill them."

I shrug as I pick up speed.

"You nerds better be right."

"We're not nerds!"

"Yeah, nerds are smart. We're geeks."

I use my speed and jump in the air, I sail through the air and come down on top of Luigi.

"AH! Mama Mia!"

He makes some kind of noise as he melts away into the pavement.

"Looks like it's just up to me, Mario now"!

The short plumber charges me. In the blink of an eye, I zip away and grab the turtle shell he kicked at me. I throw it on the ground and watch as he leaps to avoid it.

"Haha!"

His smile doesn't last long, as I come down ontop of him and squish him into the pavement. That same noise comes out of his mouth as he dissapears.

"Good job, Blue Blur."

I hear the sound of someone slowly clapping. I turn around to see a skinny man dressed in a dark cloak with a hood covering his face.

"That was the first level, but now comes the boss stage."

"Who are you?"

He chuckles as he reaches for something in the cloak.

"I am, The Game Genie. Let's see how well you can handle the God of War,"

He throws a cube onto the ground and a man pops from the cube.

"AHHH!"

I feel my nuts draw up into my stomach as Kratos charges me.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 19
FOLIAGE - the leaves of a plant, collectively; leafage

I'm sitting - bored out of my mind - in Science class. Meanwhile, I'm squirming in my seat as I try to get used to the feeling of my suit underneath my clothes.

"Now class, today we'll be learning about dry ice," the teacher announces. It's met with a tiny bit of excitement, but I, for one, could care less frankly.

I hear Jim clear his throat. We're finally back on speaking terms. I look over at him. "Sean," he whispers. "What are you doing after school?"

I shrug.

"Cool, I've got someone I want you to meet," Jim says. He then sits back in his chair and pretends to pay attention. I do the same.

***

After class, Jim and I are in the hallway.

"So, who is this mystery person?" I ask.

"She just moved in down the street from me," Jim explains excitedly.

I look at him. "She?"

Before he can respond, someone goes running past us. I stop him and ask, "What's going on?"

"I don't know! Something weird's happening down there!" he replies while pointing down the hall. I see the lights flickering right where the hallway curves.

"I'm going to take a closer look," I tell Jim. He nods and I walk down the hall. Once out of eyeshot, I quickly remove my shirt revealing the green tights underneath. Once I've got the entire costume on, I continue down the hallway.

The first thing I notice is a strange weed growing out of the lockers. The further I go, the thicker the weeds get. Soon I feel like I'm in a jungle. I look around and I'm surrounded by vines and weeds.

"Did someone forget to call the gardener?"

"I think it adds a nice touch to the place," someone responds. I turn around and see a kid with green hair.

"So, you're the real deal, huh? 'Mantis'?" he asks. He fakes quotation marks on the last word.

I stand a little straighter. "Yes, actually, I am. And you're a kid with a really bad dye job."

He laughs. "The hair, right? Yeah...it all came about from my...bond with the plant world." As he says this, a vine slinks over his shoulder like a snake.

"Your 'bond' with the plant world? Sounds to me like you need a girl, buddy," I observe. Suddenly, his demeanor changes completely. He stops smiling and the vine stops moving. "Oooh...sore topic, eh?"

He starts to grit his teeth as he explains, "This is all because of those stupid girls! They're getting what they deserve!" I look over and see what appears to be a body wrapped in vines. "All I wanted was to show them how great I can be, but NO! They have their shallow standards and I didn't make the cut!"

"Look, man, I can't stand most teenage girls either. But you don't see me attacking them," I reason.

He snaps back with, "SILENCE!" On this, the vine on his shoulder strikes at me. I manage to barely miss it, but on its way back, it wraps around my legs and lifts me into the air.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, vines are appearing everywhere. They start to wrap me into a cocoon like the other people.

SHHNK!

I extend my blades and they pierce two of the vines. The vines recoil and loosen. I then start to slice my way out with my blades.

I look at the kid - Foliage. He is even angrier. He thrusts his arm at me, and an onslaught of razor-sharp leaves whizzes by my body. Most of them slice at my skin, cutting it like butter. I try and dodge a few, but it's mostly useless.

Then a thorn branch coils around my body. I grimace in pain as the thorns embed themselves into my skin. The branch is constricting even tighter. Then I feel it lift me up and toss me through the window. Little shards of glass cut at me even more.

Just when I think I'm going to crash into the ground, two vines catch me by the arms. They then proceed to wrap themselves around the field goal posts by the football field. So now I'm hanging from the field goal post and I can feel my arms slowly dislocating.

"I'd like to introduce you to my little pet," Foliage announces from the field. Then the ground starts to shake. I look up and a giant Venus Flytrap emerges from the 50 yardline. It slowly starts to slink over to me. "You like? I've been growing him since he was a seed."

Ok, time for a plan. A giant Venus Flytrap is about to eat you, and you're tied to the field goal post. First plan of action: break free!

SHHNK!

I twist and turn every way until my blade finally manages to slice one of the vines. Now with my newly freed arm, I slice my other arm free.

Awesome! Ok, now how do we stop a giant plant?

I don't have time to think as more vines are starting to grow around me. I've got to keep moving to stay away from their grasp.

Ok, what kills a plant? Fire! But I can't just start a fire...that's too dangerous. What else? Cold...cold...DRY ICE!

I smile beneath my mask as I leap back through the broken window. The vines snap at me as I run past to my Science room. Once inside, I see the cooler where the dry ice is being kept. No sooner do I grab it by the handles then the Venus Flytrap appears outside the window.

"You want a treat, huh? Try this, you overgrown weed!"

I open the lid and toss the cooler into the plant's giant 'mouth.' It swallows, and then realizes how stupid of an idea that was. It instantly begins to wither.

"NOOOOO!" Foliage shouts as his pride and joy falls apart.

I deliver a crushing right hook to his jaw while responding, "'Fraid so!" He doesn't get back up, and all the plants start to wither. My work here is done.

***

Later that night, I get a call from Jim.

"Sean, what happened? You disappeared on me! You never met up after school like we planned!"

With a smile, I tell him, "I was a little tied up with a garden emergency."
​

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[NiteMare Shape]

The Forsaken:
Repercussions

​

Peter Emerson sat alone in his darkened office in Tacoma Washington. The only light coming from the security feed from the labs of his complex that he was watching on his laptop computer. He felt a strange mix of emotions while he is watching the tape of his creation, the being now known as Forsaken cut a bloody swath not only through the security forces and the lap workers, but as this monster easily dismantled one of his best black ops units. On one hand he was strangely satisfied, knowing that his experiments were a complete success. He had indeed created the perfect weapon. On the other hand, he felt profoundly bitter that his creation had betrayed him. He found himself sympathizing with Victor Frankenstein, and understanding how he had felt when his monster had turned on him in Mary Shelly's classic horror tale. It was with this thought that he was nearly startled out of his seat by the persistent buzzing of his intercom. He fumbled with his light switch for a moment, finally turning the lights on. He then pushed the intercom button and spoke.

"Yes Jason, what is it?"

"Its the Portland complex sir."

"I'm well aware of the situation in the labs..." He was cut off.

"It's not the labs sir."

"What is it then, Jason?"

"Sir, the complex is gone."

Emerson sat there for a moment as the news he just received sunk in.

"What do you mean it's gone. How can a 40 billion dollar complex just be gone?" Emerson demanded.

"It was Copeland sir, or Forsaken...or whatever he's calling himself these days. He destroyed it."

"Get Roberts here, or Hart, or somebody that was there so they can explain to me just how on earth one man can destroy that facility! I want answers Jason, and I want the now."

"That's impossible sir, there were no survivors. We do have some men there going through some of the exterior cameras so we can find out exactly what happened but that could take a few---"

"That's not necessary. Where is he now?" Emerson said calmly.

"We don't know where he is at this very moment sir, but we believe we know where he's headed."

"The girl."

"Yes sir, that's our belief. Shall I arrange for a unit to go to Seattle and intercept him there?"

"No, this has become far to costly. Send the failsafe. I want this ended now."

"Very well sir, it will be done."

Without saying another word Emerson switches off the intercom and sits in his chair for a moment just letting the news of the evening's events sink in. He goes over to the mini bar in the corner of his office and pours him self a scotch. Before he takes a sip, he is overcome by rage and hurls the glass across the room where it shatters against the wall. He goes back over to his chair where he collapses into it, and begins watching the security feed from the labs again.

 

[Kaboom]

EAGLE SCOUT, AGENT of S.T.R.I.K.E.

"What happened to ElectroLad, dad," I asked.

"We found him today," hunched over in his dorm.

"Have you moved the body?"

"Yea, we played hop scotch with it...who do you think..."

"I have to ask. Its the job."

"Don't lecture me about the job. I've been doing this job since you were in diapers."

"Relax, dad. We'll figure out what happened. I'm going to need to get a crew in here."

"Absolutely not."

"What do you mean? Its protocol."

"Its protocol when the incident occurs out there in the real world. This is the farm. My farm I have rank here and I'm not going to let any crewman snooping around the sensitive programs here."

"Darn skippy its the farm. But its also the scene of a murder of STRIKE Agent. Thats investigative and there is nobody that outranks me in Investigations...Even you."

My comm beeped.

"Don't bother checking it," my dad said. "Theyre orders from the council. You are to stand down, extract Electrolad, and ignore the situation."

I glared at my adopted father.

"What do you know," I asked him. "Does this have anything to do with Legion?"

"You have your orders, soldier."

 

[Batman]

<"Hey!">

"Lead the beast to the construction yard", Kensei shouted in English as he pointed towards the site.

He could only hope the shark man heard him over the creature's rumbling growls and the commotion of authority figures in the area around them.

Kensei leaped off of the building, commanding the wind to lighten his fall. Touching down with a cat's grace, Kensei darted off towards the construction site.
There was much to prepare and little time to do it in...

Sharkman's eyes darted backwards, as his hearing began to pick up faint, weakened, and strained words shouting out at him from infront of the monster. He had no idea who it was, or what in the freaking hell anyone was doing even remotely near the area right now... but he knew he could hear him. Turning, ripping at the monster's flesh to keep him distracted, even though he was just beginning to realise that seemed to do little against the beast, Sharkman turned around, and peered into the distance.

Instantly, his eyes reverted from a normal field of vision to a blank, black slate. It was as if he were blind, for a moment. But slowly, the blackness was replaced by vivid, glowing fields of energy. Mark had read up on this, back when he had recieved his powers... Sharks usually searched and attacked their prey to disguish it as living through sensing electromagnetic fields within the water, given off by the prey's movement and sounds. Though this was an entirely different situation than searching for prey, Sharkman assumed long ago that he had inherited this from the part of him spawned from the bite of the shark that had attacked him.

And instantly, through the smouldering dirt and grime as a result of the monster's thrashing, Sharkman spotted an individual on a nearby building. Or, rather, his electromagnetic signature. As faint as it was, because of the individual's obvious weakened state, Sharkman could tell that the voice was coming from him.

"What did you say?!", Sharkman yelled at the man, ignoring the fact that he probably shouldn't have even been there.

"Lead the beast to the CONSTRUCTION YARD!", He shouted back, limping across the parking garage, but seemingly regaining strength as he continued.

Sharkman stared at this, as the man leaped from the building, and onto another, heading for the construction site. He couldn't help but blink, realising the ridiculous stress he was in, daunted with the new task of luring the monster into another part of the city. But in any case, Sharkman turned back around, leaped up, and kicked off the monster's throat, sending himself into a backflip into the air.

"Come and get me, ugly!", Sharkman exclaimed at the top of his lungs, landing on another building. "Come on! Fetch, boy! Fetch!"

The beast seemed to look upon Sharkman in confusion, before roaring into the air, and stomping forward. This sent an immediate chill up Sharkman's spine, as he realised what he had just provoked the monster to do. ...It's times like this that I understand just why Gerr and Kylie give me constant ego bashings.

Spinning, Sharkman leaped into the air, creating an aura of water around his body, just in time to avoid being snatched by the monster's massive claw, as it reached out for the annoyance that had taken it's focus off of it's true prey. Diving upwards, as ludicrous speeds, Sharkman soared above the construction site, not bothering to look back as the monster leveled two condemed buildings to get to him.

But it had worked. The monster was in the construction site in seconds, visibly angered as Sharkman looped around, and sailed past it's head. Eat it, Human Torch.

Looking downwards, Sharkman could still see the electromagnetic surges he had seen before. Flying a little lower, though not low enough to get the beast to notice, Sharkman took a hand to his mouth and called out to the individual below, who Sharkman then noticed looked remarkably like an old world Samurai.

"Uh... you had a plan, right?!"

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Indeed", replied Kensei more to himself as he took his longbow in hand and knocked one of the White Arrows of Bishamonten and let it fly at the creature, striking it in it's already injured eye.

The beast howled in protest as yellow puss ran down it's woody face, and turned it's attention to it's original target: Kensei.

The Celestial Samurai strapped his bow back over his shoulder and slowly back-peddled as the creature began to move towards him. Eventually the Swordsman made his way through a small forest of steel beams and rebarb and stopped. Pulling out the Kusanagi, Kensei held the blade horizontally in front of him and concentrated.

Using the blade's innate ability to command the winds, Kensei summoned up a concentrated gust with the strength of a hurricane, blasting the creature in it's back in an attempt to knock it down on top of the steel beams and rebarb. The beast swayed in the strong winds, but it did not fall.
Kensei cursed under his breath.

Using a small breeze to carry his words to the shark man, Kensei said, "Attack the beast's ankles as a lumberjack would a tree trunk. Force the creature to fall forward. You must act quickly though, as the creature heals damage at an alarming rate."

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 20

Ahhhhh...Saturday. God, I need a day of relaxation. I've never pushed myself as much as I have this week. And that ordeal with Foliage...let's just say that I was going to enjoy taking it easy...

"Sean! Phone for you!" Victoria yells from the bottom of the steps.

Perfect...

I pick up the cordless phone in my room. "Hello?"

"Sean, were you asleep?" Jim asks.

I try to stifle a yawn as I lie, "No, of course not."

"Well, can you come to the mall?" he inquires impatiently.

"Now? But it's only--" I glance at the clock. 12:49. Great, I overslept again. "Uh...sure. Give me a minute to get ready."

Jim replies, "Well hurry up! I'll meet you in the foodcourt!" I listen as Jim clicks off.

Oh, this is wonderful...

I jump into the shower ever so quickly. I hop right out and dry myself as fast as possible. I grab a shirt and some shirts from my bedroom floor and I'm out the door.

***

As soon as I enter the foodcourt, I see Jim standing over by a booth. Jim isn't hard to spot - he's one of the tallest guys in our grade.

"Sean, what took so long?"

I shrug off the question.

Jim looks down into the booth and then looks up at me. "Remember that girl I wanted you to meet?" Before I can pull together an answer, I see someone get up from the booth.

She's...stunning.

"Um...this is unexpected. I'm Sean," I explain. I clumsily extend my hand.

She reaches out and shakes it. "I'm Brooke."

Jim has a goofy smile on his face. "Brooke's dad works for Milton Enterprises. He just got re-assigned from the Steelhammer branch."

"Oh," is all I can muster.

"Jim talks so highly of you, Sean," Brooke states.

"Oh?"

For the love of GOD! Say a different word!

"Yeah, well...Jim mentioned you...once," I stutter. Brooke giggles at this. "Uhh...unfortunately, he neglected to mention how...how, um...pretty you are."

Pretty? PRETTY?! There are about a million compliments, and you go with PRETTY?!

Brooke blushes. "Thanks."

Jim opens his mouth to respond, but before he can, my cell phone beeps. I look down and see that I have a new text.

After reading it, I state, "Listen, I hate to bail, but my girlfriend wants to catch a movie."

Jim's eyes widen and Brooke looks away while turning a deeper shade of red. Jim inquires, "G-girlfriend?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you...Marilyn and I are going out now," I explain. I wince slightly whilst preparing myself for Jim's reaction.

"M-m-m-Marilyn? As in...Marilyn?" Jim mumbles. "Listen, Sean...no one is happier to see you dating after Jessica, but...Marilyn?"

"Yes, Marilyn...and I'll have you know that we go way back," I defend myself.

Jim tries desperately to process. "I know you do, Sean...I was there for most of it. But you and I both know she's not the same person--"

"Who's Jessica?" Brooke interrupts.

Jim gulps. I merely look away.

"Say, Brooke...why don't we come back to that at a later time?"

"No offense, Brooke...but I just met you. And this is a very painful thing for me to talk about...so I just don't think that this is the time or the place..."

"Oh," she replies in embarassment.

I finally break the awkward silence with, "Well, I look forward to getting to know you, Brooke...but like I said, I have to catch a movie."

Neither of them say anything. Bringing up a dead ex-girlfriend can do that to a conversation. So to spare them any more discomfort, I just walk away.
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[Blacklight]

Chapter 8: Vernova pt.1


4 years ago.........

"Andy Mackenzie"

"Here"

"Joe Mello"

"Here!"

"Joshua Mockalis"

"Here Mr. Sabol!"

"Jonathan Small"

"Here..." I responded, unanxiously. I wasn't looking foward to this field trip at all. It wasn't like I was going to get bit by a radioactive spider. We were going to the famous Ammocorp Vernova Science Facility to see the Light Exhibit for our Spectrum of light unit in Science class. I wasn't excited really. I already knew this stuff. I was practically a genius. I was sitting by myself on the bus when I saw Kristi Kearney coming down the isle. She was so hot! Smart too. We were in our advanced classes together. Her smlie just captivated me when we had to be partners in math. I could see us happening if her boyfriend Steve wasn't in the picture. I haven't met Steve until recently. I don't have anything against him except that he's Kristi's boyfriend. Typical Jock, that's how I would describe him. I wasn't a nerd though. People loved me, or hated me. I'm sort of a weird combination of popular and despised, but my thoughts were interrupted when Kristi sat with me.

"Hi, Jon. Man, I'm tired. It's going to be awhile to get there."

"Where's Steve?"

"He's in the back with Jordan Anderson. I just got back from there. He kicked me out."

"Well, maybe you- Ah!" I turned to see what hit me in the head and found a paper wasp launched by none other than Joe King. I hate him. He threatened me, my mom and my brothers. I'd kick his ass if he wasn't so much fatter and I wouldn't be arrested. I do have like a half a foot in height on him, but he'd use his weight to take me.

"Mother F**ker! I'm gonna kill him one of these days!"

"You shouldn't take that, you're a nice person, Jon" she yawned and her eyelids started to descend on her eyes. "I'm gonna take a nap." then she put her head on my shoulder.

"Why on my shoulder?" I laughed a little "I said you can cry on my shoulder, not lay on it!"

"I like your shoulders. They're warm." Then a warmth filled me up inside as I put my head on hers after she went to sleep. I liked it. It was a perfect moment that no one could ruin. Then the bus started and pulled out of the parking lot and started going to the AVSF.

"I think I might like this field trip more than I thought..." ....................

Chapter 9: Vernova pt.2

That same day...

We arrived at the center and entered. Our teacher, Mr. Sabol, lead us throughout the exhibits. I felt a creepy vibe from the time I stepped through the door about what's going on here. Not to mention the constant annoyance of Joe King snickering and making fun of me to his clique members that didn't pay much attention. If I compared his group to the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants from the X-Men comics, he'd be Toad, but nonetheless a constant assh**e.

"Does he ever quit?" I asked Andy, one of my best friends.

"Just ignore him, dude."

I heeded his advice. We then walked into the Spectrum of Light exhibit. It was what our class came here to see. One of the Ammocorp scientists described what was happening.

"You see, children, when I activate this light beam projector..." Shen preesed a button on the gun that shot out a straight beam of light through a diamond prism and onto a screen. The rainbow spectrum appeared on the screen.

"The 'rainbow' spectrum appears, but once I add this filter..." She pulled out a thin, dark blue, scale-shaped light filter and place it infront of the light beam, and the beam turned black, and the spectrum on the screen turned black and white with 5 shades of gray in between.

"The 'black' spectrum appears."

I was amazed at the sight of the "black" spectrum, but then I felt two hands on my back and then I was pushed. I felt like everything was in slow motion at that point. I fell into the solid black beam and landed on the floor. Then everything turned black............

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[Blacklight]

Chapter 10: First Time pt.1
Later that day...

I came home that day feeling weird as all hell. Although I loved it when Joe King got yelled at and suspended from all field trips for the rest of the year.

"Hi, Jon. How was your Field Trip at school today?"

"Fine, Ma. I'm going to take a nap."

"OK."

I continued up the stairs and went into my room, took off my shirt, and plopped onto the bed. I was tired. I noticed my brothers and sisters weren't home. That was good, cause I didn't wan't any interruptions. Then I went to sleep.

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Much to my dismay, I woke up at 6:03 the next day. I was going to be late for school. I quickly pulled out a new shirt and put it on as I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and looked at my messy hair, but I liked it that way. When I spit the toothpaste into the sink, I lifted my head up to the mirror and....

"HOLY S**T!"

MY HAIR WAS BLACK AND MY EYES WERE MESSED UP! It looked like my iris and pupils were white and my sclera was black. I started to poke at my eye incessantly and after a few seconds had passed, my hair returned to it's original brown, and my eyes were back to normal green. It was messed up, but I had no time, I was probably delusional anyways, and with that I ran out the door............

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[Spike_x1]

Suddenly one of Anderson's colleagues rushed up to her desk with an excited look on his face. "Detective! You're not gonna believe what's on TV!" Anderson got up from her chair and ran to the break room right behind the other officer. Upon entering the room, her eyes fixed on the aged television that was bolted to the wall. On the screen was a very shakey camera image of a black-cloaked figure dodging and weaving around a flurry of tentacles snaking passed him. The masked man was firing a volley of energy blasts at the surrounding spearing tentacles, but to no discernable effect. Finally, one of the tentacles made it through the man's defenses and stabbed straight into his chest, knocking him out of frame on the television screen.

Detective Anderson turned away from the screen and grabbed one of her men by the collar of his shirt. "Get me a chopper to wherever they are, and I want it here yesterday!"

As the police helicopter was prepped and began its journey to the scene of the action, the Survivor was trying to cough up the remains of his left lung in order to make room for its growing replacement.

*HACK!* Whoever this psycho is, he's good. Survivor ducked another steel tendril and pulled his mask above his nose to spit out a mouthful of blood and meat. Managed to sneak up on me, and then started his attack at full force. My intestines were hamburger before I even knew what hit me! I barely even had time to get away and ditch the civvies and get into the costume. Pulling the mask back down, he flipped through the air and rebounded off of a building wall to avoid a new flurry of metal spikes coming in his direction. His opponent was so fluid in its movements, it was like trying to combat sentient water. Both of them digging into concrete with brute strength, they were fighting on the vertical walls of several buildings that made up a small city plaza, complete with a public eatery and fountain on the ground below. To the Survivor's dismay, a large crowd of people was growing down there. As they "Ooh'ed" and "Aw-ed," Alex wanted to slap them all for their stupidity. Didn't they know that any one of them could be killed by this monster?

The Survivor was fast, Psycho had to admit. But he was faster. In a stunning array of acrobatics, Survivor had dodged almost every one of Psycho's stabbing attacks, but this would be a real surprise for the twerp! With lightning speed, the metal monster started spinning like a top, launching countless razor sharp pieces of himself as shrapnel in all directions. Like bullets, the metal blades pierced everything in sight, tearing through both the Survivor and bystanders alike.

Knocked out of his otherwise graceful acrobatics, the shrapnel had ripped through Alex's costume and into his arms and back. Hearing his own screams of pain blending in with agony in the plaza not far below, Survivor fell into the small eatery, crashing into a table that snapped on impact, and then rolled limply to a stop on the ground. He wanted to ignore the pain he felt and just wrap his cape around himself and go to sleep, but the shadow looming over him would have none of it. Opening his eyes, Alex saw the liquid steel thing was no longer in a shape that even remotely resembled a man. It now looked like a giant insect, it's razor-edged legs forming almost a cage around the Survivor's still healing body. "W-what do you freaks want from me?" he managed to utter. The creature's head tilted to one side, as if considering its response. Suddenly two new spears came down from what could be called Psycho's torso, stabbing into the Survivor's shoulders and pinning him to the pavement.

"I want you to suffer, actually," the thing replied as a mouth formed on its head. "Unlike Lyle, who's all about the mission, although he's no boyscout, I admittedly take a lot of sick pleasure in my work, and I don't mind deviating from orders a tad here and there." Extending his neck, Psycho's head snaked downward, coming nose to nose with the bloody Survivor. "You set the standard in Reaper's eyes, unfortunately. And no matter how much ass I kick, that hooded moron won't accept that I'm your better."

Passed the echoing tinny noise of Psycho's voice, Alex could hear the heavy engine of a helicopter quickly approaching. Even if they weren't totally on his side, Survivor could definitely use some sort of backup.

 

[Saved]

Gang Wars Part XI

District: Blitzen

Location: Delview City

Eric sits in a diner eating a steak sandwich. His costume under a jacket and pants, with his mask safely tucked away in his pocket. As he eats, he sees the waitresses going from booth to booth taking orders, or delivering food.

&#8220;I wonder if I could get a job here. I could be a waiter, buss boy, even a chef. I just gotta find a job soon. Rent&#8217;s already piling up.&#8221;

Eric continues eating, as the waitress comes over to him.

&#8220;How&#8217;s the food, sir?&#8221; He finishes chewing, and wipes his mouth with a napkin.

&#8220;It&#8217;s great.&#8221;

&#8220;Good.&#8221;

&#8220;Hey, wait a sec. I was wondering if you were-&#8220; Suddenly, police cars rush down the street, their lights flashing bright, and the sirens blaring. Eric looks out the window and watches them race down the street and swerve to turn at the light. He stares for a second, and then looks back at the waitress. &#8220;Um&#8230;hold that thought.&#8221; Eric gets up from the booth, and throws two twenty-dollar bills on the table. &#8220;Keep the change as a tip. I gotta go.&#8221; Eric rushes through the diner and out the door. The waitress watches as he runs down the street and turns at the corner.

&#8220;Wow. His meal was only ten bucks. My lucky day.&#8221;

Eric rushes down the streets following the sounds of the police sirens. He quickly ducks into an alleyway, and begins taking off his clothes. He goes behind a dumpster, and throws his jacket and pants to the ground. Eric grabs his mask out of the jacket, and pulls it over his head. He adjusts the mask, and shoots into the air. He lands on the roof a building, and quickly takes off again, jumping from rooftop to rooftop as he uses his shockwaves to shoot through the sky. Soon, he catches up to the police cars, and sees them stop at the hospital. He stops at the building in front of the hospital, and watches the police get out of their cars and rush through the doors.

&#8220;What is this a medical emergency? Some kind of psycho run out of his room?&#8221; Pulse stops and thinks. He remembers who stays there, who he put there. &#8220;Pinlen.&#8221; He looks at the front of the building, and sees one of the fourth story windows broken. &#8220;Uh-oh.&#8221; Pulse readies himself to jump. He shoots himself off the building roof, and through the air. He goes through the broken window, and lands inside the room. As he gets to his feet, police officers break through the door with their guns ready.

&#8220;Hey, it&#8217;s Pulse!&#8221;

&#8220;Drop to the ground, bub!&#8221;

&#8220;I really should&#8217;ve thought this through more.&#8221; Pulse lifts his hand and points his finger toward the police officers guns.

&#8220;Hands in the air!&#8221; Pulse sends a shockwave from his fingers. The waves hit the police officers hands, and they quickly drop their guns in pain. Pulse sends another wave sending the guns across the room, and out of their reach.

&#8220;This is assault you crook!&#8221;

&#8220;Look, I&#8217;m on your side. Listen to me for a minute.&#8221; Pulse looks around the room. &#8220;Hey, wait. This isn&#8217;t Pinlen&#8217;s room. Who&#8217;s room is this?&#8221; One of the policemen looks at Pulse, and reluctantly responds.

&#8220;No one&#8217;s.&#8221;

&#8220;Then why is the glass broken?&#8221;

&#8220;Police business. None of your concern!&#8221;

&#8220;Look, I put Pinlen in here. I know he&#8217;s here, and I&#8217;m going to guess he&#8217;s the one who broke the window. Am I right?&#8221; The policeman sneers.

&#8220;Yes.&#8221;

&#8220;Then why did he break out here?&#8221; The policeman looks at Pulse, and makes a wry face. Pulse quickly becomes frustrated, and rushes the officer. He picks him up by his uniform, and holds him above the ground.

&#8220;Hey, what do you think you&#8217;re-&#8220;

&#8220;Shut up! I have done nothing to harm any law enforcement officer since I started my career. Now I don&#8217;t care what you or your boss thinks about vigilantes, but I can tell you what I think. I think you are a bunch of fatass cops who are too damn lazy to do your job around here. I don&#8217;t care why you became a cop, but all I know is you are one. Now start doing your job! Why did Pinlen break out here?&#8221; The policeman shakes in fear. He swallows his spit as if it were a rock and begins to stammer.

&#8220;I-uh&#8230;I can&#8217;t tell you.&#8221; Pulse shakes the man and brings him eye to eye.

&#8220;Tell me now or you become a casualty of war!&#8221;

&#8220;What war?&#8221;

&#8220;The war against crime!&#8221;

&#8220;Ok, ok. The room Pinlen was in had a broken window, thanks to you. So they replaced it with bullet proof glass.&#8221;

&#8220;So he had to find a new room to escape?&#8221;

&#8220;Yeah. It&#8217;s your fault he escaped.&#8221; Pulse stays silent for a minute. Then he brings the policeman eye level with him again.

&#8220;He would&#8217;ve broken out through that glass anyway! He sure as hell broke through this one&#8217;s!&#8221; Pulse drops the policeman, and walks towards the broken window. He prepares to jump, but stops and turns back to the policemen. &#8220;I&#8217;ve had more experience then any of you in this line of work.&#8221;

&#8220;Being a vigilante isn&#8217;t an occupation!&#8221; The police officer cries out.

&#8220;No, it isn&#8217;t. But when you don&#8217;t your job, who watches over the people? The gangs!&#8221;

&#8220;What are you? Some guy with a messiah complex? You think you&#8217;re the savior?&#8221; Pulse sighs. He looks down at the city below him, as he hears the SWAT team rushing up the stairs.

&#8220;No. I&#8217;m just one man trying to set things right. Make a difference.&#8221; Pulse jumps out the window as the SWAT team rushes through the door to the room. They look at the two policemen on the floor as they point to the window. The SWAT team rushes to the window, and sees Pulse jumping from building to building.

&#8220;Damn. We lost him. You two alright?&#8221;

&#8220;Yeah, I&#8217;m fine.&#8221; The SWAT leader nods, and looks to one of the members of his team.

&#8220;Call Agent Stevens. We got one of FBI&#8217;s most wanted loose.&#8221;

&#8220;Yes, sir.&#8221;

 

[Byrd Man]

"Stand still, you damn trickster!"

Kratos' chaos blades pass by my head so fast, I barely have time to dodge them.

"Yeeah, about that whole standing still part? I doubt I'll be doing that anytime soon."

I zip around Kratos and create a small whirlwind that lifts him in the air. His body slams onto the ground. He stands up just in time to see my elbow hitting his head at 1,000 miles an hour. He flys through the air and crashes into a nearby car. He's down but not out.

"Blue Blur to Peanut Gallery, how the hell do I beat this guy?"

"Hmm...I don't think I've ever played God of War...Bruce?"

"I played it once at Target. I had to choose between that or the Batman Anthology DVD set."

"So, that means you like seeing men with rubber nipples?"

"GUYS! Focus!"

"Anyway, in God of War. Kratos has a life bar....do you see anything like that on him?"

I speed over to his body and do a quick scan around him. My eyes lock onto a blue line going all the way down his arm. It started at his shoulder, but the line's down to his elbow by now.

"I see it, he's at about half health right now."

Kratos' eyes snap open and he lunges at me.

"Come here, you bastard son of Hermes!"

I kick it into high gear, pummiling Kratos with my fist. When it came to fighting, I was never a powerful puncher. But hitting a guy about a hundred times will wear on you. Slowly, Kratos' life bar sinks lower and lower until it's down to his wrist.

"No, I can't die...I am a....god!"

"No, actually. You're a hologram."

My knee, going roughly the speed of sound, connects with Kratos' chin. He flys through the air and slowly fades away before he hits the ground.

"No."

The hooded man known as Game Genie watches on in horror.

"You can't beat me...."

"Can and did."

He digs into his cloak for more cubes, he pulls out a half dozen of them, all of which dissapear from his hand and into mine in the blink of an eye.

"Sweet cubes, bro. Mind if I hold onto them for you while you go to jail?"

He turns and starts to run. I smile and wait for him to get a good headstart.

"Wow...running from me is like trying to out ugly Rosie O'Donnell. Can't be done."

He's about fifty yards away from me when I appear next to him and kick out my foot.

"Ah!"

He trips over my foot and falls onto the ground. His cloak falls back to reveal a pale young man with red hair.

"Sorry man. Hate to do this, but you're under arrest..."

******
​

"His real name is William Kovacs. Age, 21. He's from Aurora."

Mom hands me a cup of coffee down at the police station. I see the bandages wrapped on her arm. Reminders of my run in with that crazy anime guy.

"The kid's a member of MENSA. I.Q. of 185. Already, he's a pioneer in the technological world."

Captain Mark Johnson, mom's new boyfriend and boss, takes a sip of coffee and looks out office window into the interrorgation room.

"His file claims he had some trouble in high school, he was picked on alot by the 'jock' clique. Phoned in bomb threats to the school on many occasions."

"Yeah, we think he read up on your past history as a successful athelete and thought of you as a threat. The police shrink thinks he's manic depressive with a touch of schizophrenia. This whole Game Genie persona was his way at getting back at the world that did him wrong."

I pull my mask off and straighten out my hair. Jen calls it 'cowl hair' instead of hat hair or helmet hair.

"What'll happen to him?"

Mom shrugs her shoulders and sighs.

"Who knows? In all likely hood, he'll be transferd to the psych ward in Joliet. It won't be long and he'll be back on the streets."

I start to walk towards the door, mom touches my arm and looks up at me.

"Be careful, okay? I don't want this becoming a recurring thing. A freak of the week type deal."

"Neither do I, mom. But, I got to go."

"Okay. Tell Jen I said hey."

"Can do."

Mom reaches up and hugs me, she plants a sloppy kiss on my forehead as I slip the mask back on.

"Love you."

"Love you too. Mark? Take care of my momma."

"10-4."

I step out of the office and into a sea of reporters. Ahh, the life of a public superhero.

"Matt! Tell us about today's action!"

"Blue Blur, How did you defeat The Game Genie?"

I look across the room and lock eyes with all the guys from Frytech, Doctor Brown, Phil Fry. Heck, even Bruce and Johnny are leaning on the wall.

"You want to know the truth, folks?" "

I look in the back of the room at all the guys who made Blue Blur possible. Without them, I'd just be a used up jock living at home. I smile as I look back at the reporters.

"I get by with a little help from my friends."​

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 21

I stand solemnly in front of Jessica's grave. The gravesite is decorated with flowers and newspaper clippings that involve Mantis. I want her to know that I'm trying.

I hear someone approaching but I don't turn to face them. As they get closer, I can smell something flowery. Now, I'm no Daredevil, but ever since the accident, my sense of smell has been a tiny bit more keen. It's Brooke. I know because the smell of her perfume is fresh in my memory from meeting her the other day.

"Jim told me I could probably find you here," she announces. It's weird, but she has the softest voice I've ever heard.

"He did, did he?" I respond without turning around. Usually I don't enjoy having my quiet time interrupted, but in this case I make an exception.

Brooke moves closer until I can feel her breath on my shoulder. She asks, "This is Jessica?"

I nod sorrowfully. I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. I go thumbing through it until I find what I'm looking for. It's a picture taken on the last day of Freshman year. I turn and hand it to Brooke. "This is her."

Brooke studies the picture up and down. "Oh wow," she states simply, "She's absolutely gorgeous!" She stares at the picture for another moment before adding, "I love her hair!"

I nod. I can picture it as clearly as Brooke is standing before me now. I can even faintly smell it in the back of my memory...

"What happened?" Brooke asks without taking her eyes off the picture.

"Wrong place, wrong time sort of deal," I explain. Brooke takes one final glance at the picture before handing it to me. I continue, "Some escaped convict was looking for refuge in the school. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that there was a dance that night. He ran into Jessica in the halls and..."

I feel Brooke take my hand as my voice trails off. I do everything in my power to keep from tearing up, but the wounds are too fresh. I look down at the ground as the first tears start to roll silently down my cheek. With her free hand, Brooke reaches up and wipes one of my tears away. I look at her, and she smiles briefly.

"She would have liked you," I tell her.

Brooke doesn't release my hand, but instead asks, "What about you?"

I open my mouth to respond, but then my cell phone rings. Brooke then retracts her hand. I look at my cell, and it's Marilyn calling.

"Can you hang on?" I ask Brooke. She nods, and I raise the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Sean! Where are you?" Marilyn inquires instantly.

"I'm with a friend," I explain while looking at Brooke. She looks up when she hears 'friend.'

Marilyn seemingly ignores me and continues, "I texted you twice, and you didn't answer!"

"Sorry, I must not have heard my phone," I respond obediently.

"Well, you're supposed to go to the mall with me in fifteen minutes," she demands. Okay, I know what you're thinking - 'Why is Sean with such a bossy, needy girlfriend?' Well, don't pretend to know me just yet, okay? I've seen the good in Marilyn, and I'll be damned if I don't prove it to everyone! Besides, it's a rebound relationship...sort of.

I reply, "I'll be at your house ASAP."

"You better!" Marilyn threatens. Then in the next instant, she regains her composure and asks, "Who loves me, baby?"

I reluctantly - and sheepishly - respond, "I do." Marilyn hangs up, and I put my cell back into my pocket.

"The girlfriend again?" Brooke asks.

I nod. "I better go. She gets mad when I'm late," I explain. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah...totally," Brooke responds dejectedly. Of course, being a typical male, I am completely ignorant to this tone, and so I leave without a thought of it on my mind.
​

 

[Saved]

Gang Wars Part X

District: Blitzen

City: Cellvile

Location: Warehouse 23

A black car with red stripes across its hood pulls up outside the warehouse. Three men step out of the car. Two of the men wear red sweatshirts, while the third wears a black jacket. They walk to the front of the warehouse, and unlock the door. As the man in the black jacket walks inside the warehouse, the two men in red sweatshirts stand watch outside. Inside the warehouse, the man stands by the door, looking across the housing at four men sitting at a table.

&#8220;Dan, come on over.&#8221; The man walks over to the table and takes a seat.

&#8220;Ok, guys. You all know what we are here for.&#8221;

&#8220;The new drug shipment tonight. Without it, we go under.&#8221;

&#8220;Yes, we are all aware. If this shipment goes down, our income goes down, and the Kulls will have the advantage. So, what are we going to do?&#8221;

&#8220;Yeah. Word on the street is that the Kulls have some bounty hunter hired. Must&#8217;ve been the same guy who took out our men the other night.&#8221;

&#8220;Had to have been. Anyone know his name?&#8221;

&#8220;I do.&#8221; A voice says from the shadows. The men at the table jump to their feet, and pull out their guns. They hold their guns pointed toward the shadows. Suddenly, a man walks into view, wearing a blue jumpsuit and a gray jacket. &#8220;Man&#8217;s name is Sear. And he&#8217;s second only to me.&#8221; The men look at him in disbelief, and lower their weapons.

&#8220;Rudy? That you?&#8221; Rudolph Pinlen rushes the man. In under ten seconds, he breaks his arm, and snaps his neck. As he hovers above the body, the other men stare at him in shock. Rudy smiles, and looks to all of their faces as he stands up straight.

&#8220;I told you before. My name is Crosshair. Need anymore proof?&#8221; He points to the dead body on the ground, and smiles. The other men put their guns in their jackets, and smile back at him.

&#8220;Welcome back Crosshair. Couldn&#8217;t have picked a better time to show up.&#8221;

&#8220;You know me. I like to make a dramatic entrance. So, what&#8217;s the situation?&#8221;

 

[Cyrusbales]

Light surges through the air light a bolt of lightning, striking me deeply, burning me with it’s purity.

Before my body can even fall to the floor, she is there to slice through flesh with her heavenly blade, large chunks of moist tissue dropping to the floor in pools of dark blood.

Her voice more beaming than ever before, assaulting me like a vicious weapon, flaking off my rough and hardened skin.

My hand shots up to grab her throat, a glowing sword finds my palm instead, pushing through the entire length of my arm until the tip bursts it’s way out the back of my shoulder.

Just about making it to my feet, I find myself unable to move, the ground itself shaping around me and trapping me. I had been double crossed.

From the darkness, Dredge appeared, standing side by side with the voice of heaven. As the human’s would say, I was ******d.

“Well done Torment, I knew you wouldn’t let her get close to you unless you had something riding on it, and now it’s coming together nicely. You’re now my Deus Ex Machina!”

What exactly are you planning?

“Not that it matters to you, but you’re about to find yourself living within the molten core of the planet. It won’t kill you, but it’ll keep you trapped and leave you in this plane. See where I’m going here?”

So with me still here, you can do whatever you want? Use me as some kind of giant witch hunt to distract everyone and excuse your actions?

“Precisely, whilst this wonderful little angel and I make a few changes upstairs. Quite perfect isn’t it? Anyway, goodbye.”

Darkness fills my vision as I feel myself pulled through miles of rock, ripping through solid stone and flint until my view is obscured by blinding light, trapped within the molten iron centre of the planet. I was most assuredly stuck here and they had won.

The human’s expression, ‘******d’, was definitely an understatement.

 

[Byrd Man]

The life of a superhero is pretty hectic. Even though I'm the fastest man on the planet, I never have enough time to do what I want. But, today. I've put aside some time for something special to me....


"Turn the lights down."

I reach for the light switch in the bedroom. Jen sits on the bed, she's dressed in a nightie that would make the pope get a stiff one.

The lights turn down low and I swtich on the CD player. Singing along with the music.


"My darling I, can't get enough of your love babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know why
Can't get enough of your love babe
Oh, some things i can't get used to
No matter how I try
Just like the more you give, the more I want
And baby, that's no lie
Oh no, babe"

Jen laughs as I start to do a dance that shows how much of a dork I am.

"Can't get enough of your love baaabbbbeee!"

I zip to the bed and scoop Jen up in my arms.

"That nightie looks beautiful....we should get it off as soon as possible."

"Promise me something. Even though you're the fastes man alive..... go very.....very slow."

I lean in to kiss her when I hear something.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I look at the bedside, my cellphone's buzzing.

"Screw it. They can wait."


Jen elbows me in the ribs.

"Answer it, I'm sure it's nothing important."

I reach for the phone and flip it open.

"Hello?"

"Matt, it's Doctor Brown. I need you to get your gear and get to Brady. It's a suburb of Haven."

"Why the hell do I need to go all the way to Haven?"

"I'm not sure, but the news is saying there is a dinosaur stomping through Brady....."

I look at the phone and then look back at Jen, god she looks so good.

"Son of a *****.....I'm on my way."

I hang up the phone, and in a blink of an eye. I'm in the Blur costume. And kissing Jen.

"Stay just like that. I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Be careful, baby."

"It's not me you have to worry about. It's the poor bastard who prevented me from getting my swirl on...."

I zip out the house and out of all of Chicago. Heading east towards Haven. The only thing worse for a criminal than a speedster, is a speedster who's pissed and hasn't had any for a week or two.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Season I, Part 22
T-REX - a very large carnivorous dinosaur of the Upper Cretaceous Period of North America, characterized by small forelimbs and a large head

I sat in my bedroom reading A Farewell to Arms. It's not a BAD book, persay...it's just not my cup of tea. But I have to read it for English, and if I let my grades slip, it might draw unneeded attention to myself.

My phone vibrates vigorously, and I look down.

"One unread text message," the screen displays. I open the phone and click into it. It's from Jim.

"Sean, channel 7! u wont believe it!" the message reads. I find the remote to the TV and turn it to channel 7.

"It's an unbelievable sight today at the Brady Township Mall as eyewitnesses claim to have seen a living, breathing dinosaur," the snooty newscaster reports.

Dinosaur? Are you messing with me?

Nevertheless, I ditch my civilian clothes and change into the tights. I double-check to make sure no one's looking, and when the coast is clear, I leap out of my bedroom window. I must admit - getting from place to place is much more fun with superpowers.

I arrive at the mall where the police have formed a perimeter around the building. People are pouring out of the mall. I listen long enough to discover that there are still people trapped inside.

I leap into action, and the people below and pointing and taking pictures with their camera phones. Normally I'm all about publicity, but lives could be in danger here.

Once inside, I find the mall in different stages of disarray. It at least LOOKS like a dinosaur came stomping through here. I turn a sharp corner, and for a moment I believe that my eyes are playing tricks on me.

"Boy, buddy...65 million years has not been kind to your complexion," I announce. The creature turns to me, and I feel like I could **** myself at any moment.


​

 

[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 22
T-REX - a very large carnivorous dinosaur of the Upper Cretaceous Period of North America, characterized by small forelimbs and a large head​

I sat in my bedroom reading A Farewell to Arms. It's not a BAD book, persay...it's just not my cup of tea. But I have to read it for English, and if I let my grades slip, it might draw unneeded attention to myself.​

My phone vibrates vigorously, and I look down.​

"One unread text message," the screen displays. I open the phone and click into it. It's from Jim.​

"Sean, channel 7! u wont believe it!" the message reads. I find the remote to the TV and turn it to channel 7.​

"It's an unbelievable sight today at the Brady Township Mall as eyewitnesses claim to have seen a living, breathing dinosaur," the snooty newscaster reports.​

Dinosaur? Are you messing with me?​

Nevertheless, I ditch my civilian clothes and change into the tights. I double-check to make sure no one's looking, and when the coast is clear, I leap out of my bedroom window. I must admit - getting from place to place is much more fun with superpowers.​

I arrive at the mall where the police have formed a perimeter around the building. People are pouring out of the mall. I listen long enough to discover that there are still people trapped inside.​

I leap into action, and the people below and pointing and taking pictures with their camera phones. Normally I'm all about publicity, but lives could be in danger here.​

Once inside, I find the mall in different stages of disarray. It at least LOOKS like a dinosaur came stomping through here. I turn a sharp corner, and for a moment I believe that my eyes are playing tricks on me.​

"Boy, buddy...65 million years has not been kind to your complexion," I announce. The creature turns to me, and I feel like I could **** myself at any moment.​

It takes me a half hour to get to Brady. In zip into the mall and turn to some guy in green tights.

"Howdy. Blue Blur, nice to meet you. I think it's best if you leave now. I don't want anyone getting hurt by...."

I hear a grunt off in the distance and turn to see a.....a.....a man, and a dinosaur together. He's about eight feet tall with a dino shaped head and horrible claws, but small arms and large legs.

"I think I just **** myself."

I push the fear out of my mind, I kick it into high gear and charge whatever this thing is.

"Come on, you ugly brute!"

I start to pummel the monster with my fist, going thousands of miles an hour. He doesn't even flinch as I look at him, sweat rolling down my face and my fist aching and swollen.

"Grrr."

"Haha... funny story, now, when I said 'ugly brute' I meant that with all due respect....... That's a new slang word in Chicago. It means a cool guy."

The monster reaches with his nubby arms and grabs me by the neck, holding me up and throwing me through the air. I pass the guy in green tights and crash into a nearby Victoria Secret, my body sliding on the floor and crashing into an underwear display.

"Oh god....I've got a thong stuck on my head....."

 

[Eddie Brock]

​

It takes me a half hour to get to Brady. In zip into the mall and turn to some guy in green tights.

"Howdy. Blue Blur, nice to meet you. I think it's best if you leave now. I don't want anyone getting hurt by...."

I hear a grunt off in the distance and turn to see a.....a.....a man, and a dinosaur together. He's about eight feet tall with a dino shaped head and horrible claws, but small arms and large legs.

"I think I just **** myself."

I push the fear out of my mind, I kick it into high gear and charge whatever this thing is.

"Come on, you ugly brute!"

I start to pummel the monster with my fist, going thousands of miles an hour. He doesn't even flinch as I look at him, sweat rolling down my face and my fist aching and swollen.

"Grrr."

"Haha... funny story, now, when I said 'ugly brute' I meant that with all due respect....... That's a new slang word in Chicago. It means a cool guy."

The monster reaches with his nubby arms and grabs me by the neck, holding me up and throwing me through the air. I pass the guy in green tights and crash into a nearby Victoria Secret, my body sliding on the floor and crashing into an underwear display.

"Oh god....I've got a thong stuck on my head....."

Season I, Part 23

Blue Blur? Oh come on! This is my neck of the woods!

Rather than openly complaining, however, I blurt out, "Let's see...a Spider-Man ripoff, a Flash ripoff, and a Jurassic Park reject...sounds like the makings of a bad joke to me."

The creature roars at me.

"Well, excuse you!" I respond. The monster merely roars again and charges at me. I leapfrog over his giant head while quipping, "Look, I'm just as mad as you that they haven't opened a Cinnabun in the food court. But you don't see me trashing the place."

The monster kicks me with his over-sized leg and I go flying into the display window at Hollister. I get up and push a mannequin aside.

"Perhaps we just need to get to know each other," I suggest to the creature. "I mean, I don't even know your name."

"Grrrr!"

I place a hand on my chin and nod. "I see...now is that Polish or what?"

The monster hesitates for a second before charging again. He takes a swing at me with his right arm and misses.

"Here, batter, batter, batter...SWING, batter, batter, batter," I taunt. He continues to flail violently as I add, "You're going to have to be faster than--"

I'm cut off as one of the monster's wild swings connects. My body soars like a rag doll through the air, and I have a not-so-pleasant landing on one of those cheap mall kiosks.
​

 

[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 23​

Blue Blur? Oh come on! This is my neck of the woods!​

Rather than openly complaining, however, I blurt out, "Let's see...a Spider-Man ripoff, a Flash ripoff, and a Jurassic Park reject...sounds like the makings of a bad joke to me."​

The creature roars at me.​

"Well, excuse you!" I respond. The monster merely roars again and charges at me. I leapfrog over his giant head while quipping, "Look, I'm just as mad as you that they haven't opened a Cinnabun in the food court. But you don't see me trashing the place."​

The monster kicks me with his over-sized leg and I go flying into the display window at Hollister. I get up and push a mannequin aside.​

"Perhaps we just need to get to know each other," I suggest to the creature. "I mean, I don't even know your name."​

"Grrrr!"​

I place a hand on my chin and nod. "I see...now is that Polish or what?"​

The monster hesitates for a second before charging again. He takes a swing at me with his right arm and misses.​

"Here, batter, batter, batter...SWING, batter, batter, batter," I taunt. He continues to flail violently as I add, "You're going to have to be faster than--"​

I'm cut off as one of the monster's wild swings connects. My body soars like a rag doll through the air, and I have a not-so-pleasant landing on one of those cheap mall kiosks.​

I zip past the guy in green tights, taking it into high gear as I charge the dino-man.

"Looks like it's my turn now....we make one hell of a tag team."

The dino guy swings at me with his massive legs, I'm a whole lot faster than my young compatriot, so I easily avoid his wild swings.

The first shot for "our side" comes from me, I connect with a superspeed uppercut. Sending the dino stumbling on his feet, he falls flat on his ass and tumbles through a nearby Hot Topic.

"Damn. I guess all the punks, emos, and pusedo-goths in this town are gonna be pissed."

In the small break we have, I speed over to the green guy and help him up.

"I don't think I caught your name...."

He grabs me and pulls me to the floor, just in time as a table flys over our head.

"GGGRRRR!!!"

"We can catch up later, for now...let's worry about the big ass dinosaur/mutant/thingy infront of us. Got a plan?"

 

[Eddie Brock]

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I zip past the guy in green tights, taking it into high gear as I charge the dino-man.

"Looks like it's my turn now....we make one hell of a tag team."

The dino guy swings at me with his massive legs, I'm a whole lot faster than my young compatriot, so I easily avoid his wild swings.

The first shot for "our side" comes from me, I connect with a superspeed uppercut. Sending the dino stumbling on his feet, he falls flat on his ass and tumbles through a nearby Hot Topic.

"Damn. I guess all the punks, emos, and pusedo-goths in this town are gonna be pissed."

In the small break we have, I speed over to the green guy and help him up.

"I don't think I caught your name...."

He grabs me and pulls me to the floor, just in time as a table flys over our head.

"GGGRRRR!!!"

"We can catch up later, for now...let's worry about the big ass dinosaur/mutant/thingy infront of us. Got a plan?"

Season I, Part 24

I shake my head. "Not particularly," I reply honestly. I then scan the mall for some idea. My eyes lock onto a pillar and I start to formulate a plan in my head.

"Wait...what if you ran circles around him, making him spin until he gets disoriented...then, I drop the hammer?" I suggest. It's the best I could improvise with the resources provided to me.

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MEANWHILE

Miles Peter Hardy has his eyes locked on the TV. "The Blue Blur? Right here in Brady?" Miles asks himself. "A perfect opportunity to see just how the accident affected me!" The teenager rises to his feet.

"Let's rock!"
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[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 24​

I shake my head. "Not particularly," I reply honestly. I then scan the mall for some idea. My eyes lock onto a pillar and I start to formulate a plan in my head.​

"Wait...what if you ran circles around him, making him spin until he gets disoriented...then, I drop the hammer?" I suggest. It's the best I could improvise with the resources provided to me.​

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"Not the best plan, but beggars can't be choosey."

In a flash, I'm whipping around the dinosaur guy. He's trying his best to follow me, his head spinning around and around.

"That's right, buddy. Watch the birdie..."

I speed faster and faster. I've almost got him when I see something out the corner of my eye.

"Heads up!"

I see a teenager running towards me, he's going fast....way too fast. He's at my level.

"Get out of here, kid!"

The dinosaur monster starts to wobble as I stop. The kid tackles me at superspeed and we fly through a nearby store.

"What's your problem?"


"Put 'em up!"

 

[Eddie Brock]

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"Not the best plan, but beggars can't be choosey."

In a flash, I'm whipping around the dinosaur guy. He's trying his best to follow me, his head spinning around and around.

"That's right, buddy. Watch the birdie..."

I speed faster and faster. I've almost got him when I see something out the corner of my eye.

"Heads up!"

I see a teenager running towards me, he's going fast....way too fast. He's at my level.

"Get out of here, kid!"

The dinosaur monster starts to wobble as I stop. The kid tackles me at superspeed and we fly through a nearby store.

"What's your problem?"

"Put 'em up!"

Season I, Part 25
MPH - miles per hour

As the Blue Blur turns to confuse the creature, I dash over to the pillar. I grip it tightly with both hands and pull for all I'm worth. Eventually, I manage to shake it loose, and now I'm carrying the equivalent of a giant baseball bat.

"What do they always say about speaking softly and carrying--" I start, but I'm puzzled by what I'm looking at. The creature is slightly disoriented, but there are two speedsters.

The creature growls at me, but I merely slam the pillar into him and add, "Sorry, but I need to finish that punchline some other time." The monster - already wobbling - finally tips over. I dart over to where the two speedsters crashed, and I get a look at the intruder.

"Oh my God," I state as I look at his face, "I know you! Miles Peter Hardy!"

"What's it to ya?" Miles asks while bouncing back in forth in an attack stance. I must say that he looks like an idiot.

I respond, "But you were in a car accident. You're supposed to be in the hospital."

He smirks. "Things change. Now, if you'll excuse us..."

Suddenly, he's gone. I feel someone tap my shoulder and I turn around. Miles is standing there and he kidney-punches me at superspeed. As I double over in pain, Miles grabs the nape of my neck and tosses me aside. He then returns to his spot in front of Blurry.
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[Byrd Man]

Season I, Part 25
MPH - miles per hour​

As the Blue Blur turns to confuse the creature, I dash over to the pillar. I grip it tightly with both hands and pull for all I'm worth. Eventually, I manage to shake it loose, and now I'm carrying the equivalent of a giant baseball bat.​

"What do they always say about speaking softly and carrying--" I start, but I'm puzzled by what I'm looking at. The creature is slightly disoriented, but there are two speedsters.​

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The creature growls at me, but I merely slam the pillar into him and add, "Sorry, but I need to finish that punchline some other time." The monster - already wobbling - finally tips over. I dart over to where the two speedsters crashed, and I get a look at the intruder.​

"Oh my God," I state as I look at his face, "I know you! Miles Peter Hardy!"​

"What's it to ya?" Miles asks while bouncing back in forth in an attack stance. I must say that he looks like an idiot.​

I respond, "But you were in a car accident. You're supposed to be in the hospital."​

He smirks. "Things change. Now, if you'll excuse us..."​

Suddenly, he's gone. I feel someone tap my shoulder and I turn around. Miles is standing there and he kidney-punches me at superspeed. As I double over in pain, Miles grabs the nape of my neck and tosses me aside. He then returns to his spot in front of Blurry.​

I watch the kid zip around so fast nobody can track him, but me. So that's what it's like to watch someone run at superspeed.

"Now, where were we?"

The kid throws a punch at me, I barely have time to dodge it and throw a counter punch.

"What's your problem, man?"

"I'm bored and I need a kick, so I think I'll kick you."

A leg moving superspeed barrels into my chest. I fall on the ground and his fist pummel into me. It feels like he broke atleast three of my ribs as I grab one of his fist at superspeed.

"Enough!"

I push him off me and land a punch right to his face, a few teeth fly. So what if I'm bigger than him? He deserves this.

"You *******! I just got my braces off."

He charges me, he'd be able to hit anyone else, but because I'm a fellow speedster, I duck his attack and grab his wrist. I use his momentum to flip him on the hard mall floor. He makes a small crater in the floor.

"Hey, bug looking dude. How's it going on your side?"

Before I get the words out my mouth good, this Miles guy kicks my legs out from underneath me.

 

[Eddie Brock]

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I watch the kid zip around so fast nobody can track him, but me. So that's what it's like to watch someone run at superspeed.

"Now, where were we?"

The kid throws a punch at me, I barely have time to dodge it and throw a counter punch.

"What's your problem, man?"

"I'm bored and I need a kick, so I think I'll kick you."

A leg moving superspeed barrels into my chest. I fall on the ground and his fist pummel into me. It feels like he broke atleast three of my ribs as I grab one of his fist at superspeed.

"Enough!"

I push him off me and land a punch right to his face, a few teeth fly. So what if I'm bigger than him? He deserves this.

"You *******! I just got my braces off."

He charges me, he'd be able to hit anyone else, but because I'm a fellow speedster, I duck his attack and grab his wrist. I use his momentum to flip him on the hard mall floor. He makes a small crater in the floor.

"Hey, bug looking dude. How's it going on your side?"

Before I get the words out my mouth good, this Miles guy kicks my legs out from underneath me.

Season I, Part 26

I'm just starting to see little birdies when my torment continues. I look up and see the dinosaur trying to stomp on me. I roll to the left and avoid his first stomp, but in doing so, I roll right into his other stomp. He begins to crush me, but I grab his heel and lift his foot off me.

"Listen, buddy, you're the last thing I need to deal with right now."

I can't help but wonder how the Blue Blur is doing when...
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"Hey, bug looking dude. How's it going on your side?"

"Little old me?" I respond as nonchalantly as I can, "Never been better." I push upward with my arms - the creature's leg still in hand - and I flip the monster.

"Need help? I've got about five seconds."

The creature starts to pull himself to his feet.

"Make that two."