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[e c l i s p e d - - -MOON]

okay and im starting to feel
really dumb because ellison
hasn't answered me and sophie
is still glaring at me still clinging
to ellison's arm
(and wtf? has she claimed him or
something)
and im

DROWNING


the rest of martini
thinking its for the best that im
not dancing with ellison because
im not that good with relationships
and im still hung up on Charles
even though he is older then me
(********)
and i haven't seen him for ever
(hejustgotupanddisappearedonme
thatbastard)

and ive never gotten
close to anyone since (saveMilesbut
heslikemylittlebrother) and i dont
think i would have a chance again
with Charles cause he made it pretty
clear he was over me
so now im feeling pretty angsty
(whichisanalltimelowforme)
and i want to drink my sorrows
away (andidprobablyendupdrivinghomedrunkandcrashing
butthatwouldntmattercauseidbegoodasnewinagiffy)
but sudden

BANG



and there's a gun shot and my gun is
out of my purse and my eyes a narrowing
in on the perp (whoisalltocutebutobviouslyevil)
and my gun is pointed and aimed and the bullet
has been

SHOT



but holy s**t it's like he saw it coming
(andhowcouldhe?hewasturnedawayfromme)
because he's trying to move out of the way
(andhekindofsucceds) and im growling and
suddenly there is this other guy
(andholyshitisthatice?) and he's gone
and killed some rich lady and i wonder
how many other people he has killed
(andholyshithe'scutetoandwhydoallthebadguyshavetobecute???)
and im turning around pointing my gun at him
but it looks like Sophie is his opponent
and then im whirling around and the other guy
has his gun pointing and me and im thinking

HOLYSHITIMGOINGTOGETMYBRAINSBLOWNOUT


and im lucky because he shoots me in the
chest but omg he turns to ellison
and BAM! ellison has been kidnapped
and im on the ground flabbergasted
and there is some guy (whoisreallyhotlikehotter
theellisonandalltheotherguyshere)
who's by my side telling me to be

CALM


and holyshit don't i look calm?
(andiprobablydontwithwideyesandbloodall
overmychestbutthatwasbecauseiwassurprisediwasshot)
and he's telling me a doctor (andwhoironicbecauseimmyown
personaldoctor) and everything is going to be okay
(andibethethinkshe'slyingtome) and he's removing
the bullet and



HUZZAH


the foreign object is removed and my wound
is healing up and there are gasps around me
and i think damnnnnnnn, boss was going to
be mad people have seen what i can do
(because usually as FBI my face is covered, usually)
and the hot doctor


HOTHOTHOTDOCTOR


is looking at me strangely and im
just smiling at him and getting back on my feet
(aftergrabbingmygunfrombesideme)
and i can hear boss screaming at people
(orderorderoderingtobehaveandhesonhiscell
callingforbackupandholyshithiscelljustfrozeover)
and im glaring at the guy who shot me because
he is who i have to face because sophie wouldn't
want me getting involved in her fight

AMEN TO THAT

[Aeolian Wisp]

She thinks she's clever
XXXXXBut she doesn't know
XXXXXXXXXXI saw her shoot before she even thought of it.

She's going to aim for my knee
Another predictable move
Because these H e r o s
Arn't brave enough to kill
To Bad for them

I Am

I raise my gun to shoot her first
But I stop a moment later
Intresting...
She can regenerate.
Then I shouldn't waste a good bullet
I can move out of the way just fine

But then I'm distracted
The man I shot
Someone is helping him
He's healing him
I could use that later

Oh wait bullet on the way.

I move to the side
But I'm just a tiny bit to late
BANG

[********]

I managed to move a bit
So at least the bullets in my thigh and not my knee
Cause if it was in my knee
It would be a lot harder to do this.

I fire a shot at the woman
Because I don't need to broadcast my powers
And any guy who gets shot
Would fire something back at the b***h
Then I run into the crowd
People around me scream and run
I ignore them
I'm not after them
Now that I'm shot
I could really use that healing

So I take it

I grab him in one arm and hold him at my hip
Then I look up
Good Alexei is finished

I glance down at the floor
Littered with valuables dropped by the few who valued their life over their money
I can't ignore all that
And we do need funding
So much to the amazement and horror of those around me
their valuable lift off the floor
and then when I run
They follow me
A little cloud of sparkling riches
Watched, wallets, jewelry
Jese do we even need to ransom?

Well you can't have to much $$$
so I keep on running
Out to where Alexi dumped the car
And left it covered in ice
Maybe he didn't think I'd wait for him
Oh well

So I drop the healer by the car
And look him over for a moment
He doesn't look like much
It shouldn't be to hard to convince him
So I hold my leg out in front of him
And I hold the gun to his head

"Look I don't want to pull this bullet out with
Pliers And I also don't want to shot you in
The head So how about you do me a favor
And take care of this for me."

[Lovely Fiasco]

BANGBANGBANG!
another robbery?
why me?
what did I ever do to deserve this?
I should have stayed at home
last time I listen to the lovely
lady next door.
I've lost
Ellison,
he's saving someone.

I look between super b***h
and this new guy,
with a gun.
I guess super b***h cop
is good for something
till she got shot,
but then again,
it doesn't do anything to her does it?
********,
now I've lost my train of thought.
I see a movement,
it's the man with the gun.
very big gun, I might add.
He ran over, and grabbed
Stutter
Ellison.
what no Ellison is a good guy?
leave him alone.
I try to reach out and
grab him,
but mist goes past me
where did the come from?
attacking
an elder woman.
So we've got an
icee on our hands.

I'm too late to save the
lady,
and I need to figure out what he can
and can't do.
Icee is so mine.
I put my right hand out to my side,
and fling my wrist in his direction.
Water aiming for Icee.
He turns it to I C E
and redirects it in my direction.
It falls to the ground melting in a
puddle between us.

"Show me what you got,
ice boy,
cause I'm sure I can do better"
I'm obviously in a
make people mad at me
mood today.
It's fun.
I take the water from the puddle
throwing it at him.
I concentrate.
Keep the molecules in the water
movvvvving
keeps the water
warm

Let the fun begin
this battle between icee and me
isn't gonna end
any time
soon.

[B a r i s t o]

Snatch.

I’ve got our paycheck. Now all we need
Is a proper cash-in: billions for the politician.
(Though we all know in truth, that life like her
is weaker than the Somaliland Shilling.)
But before I can make my

_____ ___________G r e a t . E s c a p e .


Nick gets shot and, but gets back up and runs - - -
And a raincloud interrupts me.

___A girl.
______A misty girl.
_________A fellow master of H2O.
____________And it makes me angrylividroarscream

Settle down. Cool down. Breathe. Repeat twice.

She thinks she can melt me.
She thinks she’s so great.
But you can’t grow without risks.
No risks. No growth—in this girl.
A lazy raincloud—just a little raincloud,
who hasn’t created a storm in her entire life time.
Is this . . . what you call a “hero”?

I’m fine. I’m cool. I’m better.

I . . . _____ ___________can win.

_____ ___________KSSKSSKSSKSSSSSKSSSSSKSSSSKSSSSKSSSS


I cast off my glasses, wanting her to see
The I c e in my eyes. The I c e that will
End her.

One day.

But, not today. I’m . . . mature enough to
Let this go for another time. And my friends
turn her measly jet stream

_____ ___________into snow.


_____ ___________F
_____ _______________A
_____ ___________________L
_____ ___________________________L
_____ ________________________________I
_____ ____________________________________N
_____ ________________________________________G

EVERYWHERE.

Snowflakes eat the floors, the walls, the wine, the turkey,
the people who didn’t get the message . . . EVERYTHING.
In 3…2…1…EVERYTHING turns into ice.
A mausoleum of ice in my wake.

Before I snatch her back up,
The elderess gives at me—that defiant look
Of “brave people”. And she says quietly:


_____ ___________“Murderers.”
_____ ___________“No, Madame. Artists.”

And I skate.
KSSKSSKSSKSSSSSKSSSSSKSSSSKSSSSKSSSSKSSKSSKSSKSSSSSKSSSSSKSSSSKSSSSKSSSS

Past that weakling.
That mud puddle.
I feel like kicking her. Make her splash all over the place.
But like I said: that’s for another day.

- - - - - - - - - -


We get to the car and I see Nick and Mr. Nurse
and it looks so much like the Black Pearl's cursed Treasure Island.
I wince. He’s the
last person I want to see with
Spilt blood. He’s my ticket to destiny—
a destination people ever seldom reach.
I become utterly distraught. He’s bleeding
Badterriblyprofusely.

A rain of ice darts circles the air above me, like
A GIGANTIC HALO, poised over Mr. Nurse.
They laugh and quiver, thirsty for blood.

_____ ___________“GET UP YOUR a** AND ******** HEAL HIM, NOW!!!!! HURRY UP!!! JUST SHUT THE ******** UP AND START FIXING HIM UP.”

The $2.00 narrator:His blue eyes flicker madly like there’s a
Livewire inside his brain and he pants in a panic.
If he could cry, he would.
But it would only come out like marbles.

But Nick assures that he will live.
Just a scratch, right?

Settle down. Cool down. Breathe. Repeat twice.

The ice melts behind me turns to a little
rain shower and the ice from the car once
again turns into the mist it came from 'cuz,
these softskins would
CRACK in my version of "comfortable temperature".

_____ ___________“Get in the car. I'll drive."

Kick.
"SLAMM," demanded the car door.

And we

zoomzoom

to the ice lair.

[e c l i s p e d - - -MOON]

and im probably having the best
sleep of my life all snuggled up in
Nolan's arms and im have some great dreams
(somedirtydreams)
but there is some kind of noise in the backround
and its really annoying and i want it to ********
stop so i can enjoy all this dream
(menolandoingthenaughtystuff)
but its getting louder and louder and louder
and i want it to

[******** SHUT UP


but it wont and suddenly im opening my eyes
groggily and imreallyreallyreally pissed off but
i smile because im looking at Nolan's peaceful
sleeping face and his arms around me and ohmygod
my face is inches away from him and imsotemptedtokiss
him and temptation prevails and my lips are brushing over
his and

BAM


a sudden noise scares me
(almoststoppingmyheartforsure)
and im on the floor breathing heavily and
cursing the Gods and im sitting up and looking
at the tv and some loud cartoon is on and i frown
(because that is what must of interupted my dream)
and i like cartoons and all but not this one in particular
so im grabbing the remote
(because there is no way i could go back sleep again
after being scared to death)
and im flipping through the channels, aka channel surfing
and i stop on the news and

HOLYSHIT IS THAT MASS MAYHAM AT THE BALL

and im listening to the news
and im gasping at what is happening
murdermurdermurder and the news is focusing
on all the dead frozen bodies and now some
news lady is talking to the head of the FBI
who was at the ball and a few words slip
through his mouth "and we believe canadiate for mayor
Mrs. Rogers has been kidnapped by the culprits for
the mayham here" and my mind goes blank and holyshit

AN ANGRY SUNNY IS EMERGING


and suddenly im so mad i could be the
girl who could split the earth in half and
im movingmovingmoving and im out the door
of Nolan's house and the plants are whispering
to me and the animals are flooding around me
because the sense my distressangerfrustrationfear
and im asking them if they know where these men
who have taken my mother are and they do because
they can comminucate from distances and they're
whispering the location and all i can see is

RED


and i find that im breaking into a car
in the driveway, large vines that have emerged
from the ground smashing the window glass and im
in the car and holyholyholyshitimhotwiringacar
and im driving and im speeding but im not
stopped and suddenly im at the old abondaned ware house
and im stopping the car and im stepping out
and my face is torn with a snarl because im
snarling because my mom is the most precious
person on the earth to me other then Nolan
(andmydadtoobutilovemymommymoremoremore)
and as i walk the ground

TREMORS


and im slamming the doors open and there
are some men standing around , two look like
they are in charge, another looks pretty confused
and my moms on the ground looking pretty frightened
and suddeny my hands whip out and a mass of large vines shoot
from behind me and they're around my mom and im instructing
them to bring her to our house and the vines are out the door
and then men are staring out me surprised, well one of them
doesn't look to surprised and im snarling because sunny might
be a sweet shy timid girl most the time but when she gets
angry, boy does she get angry and this sunny is

[********]

[Pyrrhic Victini]

& you can just call me: K ι η g___M ι ∂ α ş


Obviously, I was at the car expo. There were so many people who knew my name,
people who’s eyes widened at my gold gloves,
who knew my riches, who knew my strange legacy,
who wanted to get to know me.
And why would they want to get to know me? Oh, I know that too well.

To be rich.

Plus, I knew how some people talked.
Talked of how I was going to be a great lawyer.
Talked of how I was planning to become a politician.
Talked of how my parents had mysteriously died, and I had inherited all the riches they had.
Talked of how my bed was made of gold.
Oops. That had been an accident.

But then things had gotten a little…
Strange.
This man started giving a speech, which I wasn’t surprised. This was a fancysmancy car expo, right? But when he went to reveal all the cars,
They weren’t there. I blinked.
I frowned.

Something had to be up.
I scanned the faces of the room, trying to see if I could
find the face that was not supposed to be.
Of course, whoever had stolen the cars might have left already.
But nevertheless. There was a thief about, and I knew it.

The man said something quietly to another man, who started speaking into a headset,
and I looked around to see two young women being taken away,
and I wasn’t able to follow where they went because of the people who had moved in my way.
And then when the people had moved out of my way
the man had left. I frowned even deeper.

“Miss, could you please tell me who that young man that had been talking was?” I said to an older woman standing near me.
“Oh, that’s Milo Rowley, mister Morgan. Why?”
“Oh nothing. I just was wandering. How do you spell that?”
“Em – eye – el – oh. Are – oh – double you – ee – why.”
“Thank you, miss.”
“And you’re very welcome.”

So I walked away from the car expo for the moment,
I looked this Milo Rowley up on my iPhone,
and I gave him a call.

[a la grapefruit]

So, after I'm pushed aside like I'm
a piece of porcelian and the crazy ice guy is a bull,
I'm just sitting there
Sitting there
Sitting there because
I can't bring people back from the dead.
And I'm just healer, feeling totally useless
and breakable because I can't heal
myself, how's that for irony and dammit,
I wish I could fight with Sophie and Red,
but noooooooooo.
I'm a piece of glass it seems, and I need
to be protected and become privy to a
very cinematic gun fight where Red gets
shot but I don't really care.
Sophie gets totally owned by crazy ice guy.
But I find myself becoming totally and completely
apathetic to it. ( isn't that horrible? well, i'm not
one who likes to be pushed aside because
of things that i'd rather not go into. )


So when I'm taken by Mister Gun, I can't
help but smirk as Sophie just stands there, her hands
outstretched like she was going to grab me.
Not so useless now, right?


and I'm carried out like I'm a doll,
which kind of makes me more bitter, but then
he holds a gun to my head and his leg out,
which is pouring out blood, and I look up at him,
totally biting back the urge to tell him the gun
isn't necessary because I heal anyone, I'm not
partial to one side or another. Then mister freeze
pops out and is like "GET UP YOUR a** AND
******** HEAL HIM, NOW! HURRY UP! JUST SHUT
THE ******** UP AND START FIXING HIM UP!" and I
have to bite back the urge to tell him he
used the word up like four times in a single
breath. But before I can do that, I'm thrown
into the backseat of a car with Mister Gun.


So I'm in the backseat, a gun still firmly
planted to my temple and I look at the wielder with
an unamused look, and take his leg into my hands
and place it on the seat. He hisses at the pain,
and I thought Mister Freeze was going to send
a spike through my brain, but naaah. He didn't
and I put my hand over Gun's wound and
quicklyquicklyquickly healed him, the bullet rolling
off his panted leg and onto the nice leather seats.


The gun leaves my temple,
my heartrate slows down. This car is going a million
miles a minute. I don't know where is up and where is
down. My head is spinningspinningspinning, adrenaline
wearing down, I think I'm going to throw up but naaa -



I lean back in my seat, and sigh,
not worried not scared not frightened for my life
because if they were going to kill me?



THEY WOULD HAVE DONE IT ALREADY.

[Aeolian Wisp]

XXXXAw I didn't know he cared...

Of course I know it's only cause he needs me
Beacause if I die our plans die with me
As does his... how did he put it?
Oh right D e s t i n y

"Alexei, calm down, you don't have to scare the poor guy
It's just a scrape, I'm not gonna die from it.
I've got things under control."

So Alexei calms down a bit
And I push the healer into the back
I open the drunk and drop my loot
The I get back into the back

Well at least the guy is reasonable
I can't help but wince while he grabs me leg
Sure it's only in my leg
but it's still a bullet
And that s**t hurts

Then he holds his hands over it
And next thing I know the pain is gone
I can't help but smirk as I catch the bullet
I look it over for a moment before tossing it once and pocketing it
then since the guy isn't gonna do anything
I put away my gun

"Sorry about the gun thing back there, and the
whole ice thing. Alexei's just a little... hotheaded.
and for the gun. well it's hard to think when
there's a bullet in your leg."

I smirk a charming smile
then I hold out my hand

"Anyway I'm Nick
I realize the situation is a bit weird
I'll catch you up when we get to
where we're going."

The rest of the drive is a bit awkward
But we're at the base soon
I get out of the car first
And Pull out the gun
I shrug helplessly at the healer
I want him to help us
But I can't risk him running away
So I point it at him
And we walk to the back of the car
the Trunk is open
And it's content once again lift up by my will
I trust Alexei to take care of our hostage
So following the healer
We walk over to our home

The warehouse is defiantly a weird place
Half of it looks almost like a home
We have chairs, tables, a fridge
Then we have Alexei's big freezer
The other half is filled with all sorts of junk
Supplies for our project
I'll get to organizing it
Eventually.

"Well get used to it, with any luck
you'll be here awhile."

I should probably start talking to the healer
But there's no point right now
Instead I wait
Because I know she's coming
And I don't like to be
I n t e r u p t e d

Speck of the She-Devil

She comes barging in and takes back her mother
I don't even get up out of my chair
Instead I just smirk at her
And watch her mother get carted out by her vines

"I was getting worried yor wern't going to come
You really should have just asked
I would have just given her to you.
So settle down please
This place cost a lot of money
I don't need you to wreck the place
Take a seat."

[Dame a la Powell Estate_x]

THENITWENTFROMBADTOWORSE


it's completely clear that anni is pissed and
myself? well i'm more than utterly baffled.
someone apparently beat us to the catch. It
takes an even bigger turn when their giant
door opens and no cars in sight, but two girls
ready to plead their innocence.

THISISNOTGOINGTOENDWELL


the man who grabs me is quite large and decides
to call me blondie. i'm this close to shocking
his a** and showing him just where him and
his cutesy nicknames can stick themselves.
still, i receive a look from anni and i can tell that
for some reason or another, the two of us are
going to have a nice chitchat with milo rowley.
with our history, you can see that's exactly
what i want to do at the moment.

[ [ in actuality i'm quite impressed that she hasn't blow
a complete gasket yet. of course, i always was the one
in favor of shooting first asking questions later when
my temper was involved. ] ]

apparently not even a billion dollars merits you
to have a boiler room that doesn't look exactly
like the home of freddy krueger. seriously, i was
just waiting for old knife hands to pop out and
slice us all up. that didn't sound too pleasant to
me either. if you can imagine of all the things in
the world i'll stand up to in a heartbeat, he terrifies
me! ah well, everyone has got to have their
weakness though, right? superman has kryptonite
and i have a horror movie villain! the place was
dirty and it was quite clearly not a room they
particularly cared about around there.

we were actually tied to a folding chair. obviously
mr. rowley didn't quite understand what he was
dealing with. c'mon! he'd seen the heist at the
bank and though it hadn't ended exactly how i'd
wanted it to, it had still been damn impressive.
with anni's help, the two of us would be completely
unstoppable.
JUSTHOWILIKED IT

we waited
and we waited
and we waited
and we waited.
need less to say i was now getting more than
slightly fed up. if mister rowley had wanted so
badly to speak to us that he needed to tie us
to a folding chair...shouldn't he have been here
by now? ah, but apparently the life of a billionaire
is quite busy because he finally shows ten minutes
after we've been locked up ten minutes. there is
yelling from outside, people are pissed. i want
to ask why they're so pissed when they're not
the ones that have been stuck in freddy's foyer
for the past ten minutes. my wrists were starting
to ache a bit from their position behind my back.
IAMMORETHANALITTLEANGRY

he stares expectantly at us, like we're just going
to tell him exactly why we stole his cars.

[ [ though we totally didn't. i mean where the hell
would we put all that s**t!? ] ]

still he's just staring and i'm immensely close to asking
him if he wants the answer to life, because that would
be SO much easier to give him instead of the location
of all those kickass cars. but, anni just give me a look

ILOVETHOSELOOKS


after finding that luckily mr. rowley only used plastic
for his folding chairs, i take all the guards out with a
semi-awkward flick of my wrists. all are on the ground
with one blast.

[ [ i'm quite impressed if you can't tell ] ]

at that point there's phasing
and smirking
and lots of running!
running, my favorite part right? it seems that anni's not
as used to the running though since she ditches her
heels, mine still

CLICKCLICKCLICK
on the pavement. luckily for her, we're in a part
of the city where another of my lofts is so craftily placed.
like i said, i have them basically everywhere. so a bit more
running and we've reached the lobby of an apartment complex
a little bit bigger than the one i was just kicked out of.

[ [ which totally reminds me, i eventually have to go back to get my other stuff. ] ]

" home sweet home. and don't worry about it.
there are more important things than cars. we have much more potential than cars.
who's this so-called rival anyway? "

[Aeolian Wisp]

XXOh hey look at that he remembers me
XXThen again who wouldn't remember the dope who saves them then runs away
XXgod that was so dumb

Still atleast now I don't have to be worried
I mean he can't tell anyone about me now
Least I don't think he can
Oh hey he thought he was alone to
I can't help but wonder
If I found 2 in one day
how many of us are there
So much for being the only one
Funny I'm a little disipointed

"Don't worry, until early this morning I didn't think, there were either"

and now what do we do
We shake hands
We shake hands while standing over a dead body
Now that's just twisted
But we're gonna do it anyway
Beacause really
There isn't anything else to do right now
Besides it is only polite

"Um.. Nice to meet you, I'm Jack"

Now what?
I see the guy twitch
does he dislike the location as much as I do?
We should probably leave
I mean if someone else saw this
they'd be pretty damn suspicious
normal people don't have conversations over dead bodies
at least I don't think the do

"Um, how about we go somewhere else?
Theres a dinner nearby we could get a bite to eat and talk more there."

[Mister Soda]

'M CHARLIE! DUN' CALL ME CHUCK, YEH???


"you can call me whitty...charles whitty...
i'ma super secret spy with a super secret...thing.
i canna' tell yeh about it, tho'
cause the'r watchin' all of us.
you, me, yer wee babe, all of 'em.
leave a message after the beep!"

satisfied with my answering machine,
i hit the 'one' key to save the lil speech.
i dunno how long i've been out here -
and i dunno why the'r makin' me wait
- but a jobs a job, jus' like the machine says!
maybe i'm not a

SU~PER SECRET

thing...just a super one, an' by one, thing
or WHATEVER! i mean agent...thingy.
technically we work for NATO as a
special international urban task force,
opposed to their usual militaristic theme.
and they have me sittin' here outside this party
in a shitty geo, waiting, waiting, waiting...
i know what's going on up thar
but i can't do s**t, can't save civilians.
i can see ice man, healer guy right up there
messin' around in my mind's eye
and hq knows it, doin' nothin'...

"AH! what the fuuuuck! ******** canna do s**t, yeah?! ******** et..." i scream, then exclaim, then mutter before hopping out of my car.

don' get meh wrong, naw, canna break orders,
i just needa breath o' fresh air, if yeh catch my drift.
so i light up a cigarette, yeh? the'r relaxing
the' are, wif all tha' stimulant-depressant crap.
i dunno wot ta do with myself, yeh? jeesh...
i canna help looking up at the place in the building
where i kno' the action's goin' down...
i kinda hope nick is doin' okay up thar.
she can heal and not, bu'
i still worry 'bout the wee wan.

{lookee! i's my mind eye an' junk.}

[Pyrrhic Victini]

»& you breathe»& you breathe the windows down.

Do you remember how we used to get so high?❤•❤•❤

It’s a new place y o u h a v e f o u n d ˚ ˚ ˚

✖ ✖ ✖

And he introduced himself, shaking my hand, and then suggesting that we both go to a diner or something.
I nodded.
“Sure. That sounds good.”

And so we walked over to the diner place he had mentioned,
and I tried not to mutter numbers under my breath,
or run through my list of things-to-do,
or think about how that guy’s shoes were untied.
Some people thought that was weird.

The dinner place was alright. There was a slight yellow hue to things seeing that the lights were under shades that looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in a while.
The floors were a little dirty too.
I hoped that no gum would get on my shoes or anything.
People were just kinda hanging around, obviously not really there to eat a meal, more to rather just hang out or something,
or drink.
Yeah. Probably drink while having a meal. Wasn’t there some rule about eating before drinking? Or vice versa? Or… something?
I didn’t know. I didn’t really drink that much. I was afraid of killing my liver.
But from overhearing some of the loud conversations one table was having,
(apparently there had been some hilarious joke or something,)
I could guess that at least a few of the customers at the restaurant were drinking.

It made me glad I wasn’t working that night. Being a waiter really made you think about the work that had to go into things when you were at a restaurant.
Like, how trashed people made such a bigger mess and could be such bigger assholes.
So I just ordered a soda and some fries.
I liked fries.

✖ ✖ ✖

I’vebeenuplatewritingbooks,

»a l l a b o u t heroes&crooks.

[B a r i s t o]

"I was getting worried you weren't going to come
You really should have just asked
I would have just given her to you.
So settle down please
This place cost a lot of money
I don't need you to wreck the place
Take a seat."

With each every word expelled from Nick’s mouth,
My eye lids lift,
Little by little, nanometer by nanometer,
Until I look like this kid overdosed on caffeine
I saw at the park two days ago.

______“What are you saying?”


It’s more of a statement than a question
(aren’t I a 5th grade J.K. Rowling cliché?)
As I look from the genius to the flower maiden,
Snarling at us. Wait. Isn’t her mother supposed to be the

______Snarling lioness defending the she-cub?

Talk about role reversal:
Lucy and babbling Dr. Manette.
And hey, she doesn’t hurt my eyes as much.
And I know what Nick’s thinking as she
Basically performs an audition for us.

But I’ll play the Mr. Darcy.

Back to the main issue here.
I’m pissed. And humiliatedmortifieddisgraced.
Sure, the car-jacking was fun. The icycool euphoria
Was nice. But - - - - - - - - - -

I walk. Slip my hands in the pockets of my slacks
And stand shoulder to shoulder,
Next to my partner, facing the opposite direction
seeing what he can’t see,
Behind him.

______“I should’ve taken out that bullet myself.”


And I give him a sharp
______KICK!!!!
____ ______________A kick that would make Chuck Norris piss in his pants.


All aimed at the place where the bullet once
Took residence in his all-too fragile flesh.


. . . . . . . . . .



I feel better.

______“My thanks and apologies, nurse.”

And I turn to the lady, still
Glaring and I’m still leaning back all easy,
With my hands in my pockets. What was I
Supposed to say?

We ran out of ink to print invitations.
Office Depot and Best Buy were closed so,
We thought this would be the best way to
Get a hold of you.

______“Tch.”

[pinkimmy]

"i never kiss and tell."

________ geez. what the hell?

These sheets are so hot on my face. It's all I can
think- how it's hot and sweaty and broken in here. Everything's too hothothot;
I can feel myself burning up. My lips are cracked and dry, hard from half a night
filled with memories that didn't belong to me. They were all jumbled up to me
now, like a jigsaw puzzle with all the pieces out of order. I couldn't form a go
od picture of what I was trying to put together, let alone actually do it. Rup
ert. That was his name; Rupert Messer. He was a zoo-keeper. Everyday, he
went to his nice little job and did it like he was supposed to. But last night
was different. O'le Rupert had himself a good night. Filled with me, my everyt
hing. It wasn't like he was going to remember it in the morning, though. No,
I'm positive he doesn't recall a thing. I'm careful like that; I don't make silly mi
stakes.

____________this sucks. everything sucks.
______________i need to shower--
________________i need to- to--

I could die right now and be done with all this. I really could; beca
use today is the day I swore I'd be a superhero. Practically not even. I
swore on this superhero gig like a few hours ago. What utter bullshit. My
powers suck. I can't swing off vines or freeze things or fly. Whatever.
If I see something bad happening I'll just... try my best and stop it. Yeah.
But if I just happen to stay in my apartment all day and not see anything,
that's okay too. Everything's all good except -- except --


____________what the hell is that sound?
______________what is all this banging?

Ok, so I don't exactly live in the nicest area, but God I thought
I was at least safe from creeps and gang-bangers, eh? Apparently not.
What the ******** is that? I've been here for two months and this is the
first time I'm hearing gun shots. God, I just know something rotten is going
down. Wait a minute. Uhm. Uhm. Uhm. No I don't. I don't hear anything. Noth
ing bad at all, nothing for me to fix, I'm sure... Okay fine. ******** you. I hate my
subconscience. I get up, pulling my comforter with me. And what do I see
right outside my quaint little window? I'm not quite sure myself. I kind of think
I'm dreaming.

______________ because right outside
________________is this huge a** vine
__________________ holding up some crazy lady

- - - - - - - - - -

You're kidding me. Talk about shitty timing. Yest
erday, YESTERDAY I swore I'd start saving people and this morning I see so
me giant vine going crazy downtown. By MY apartment. I'm not even sure my
superpowers work on plants. This sucks. I kind of consider going back to bed
and starting my superhero thing at a decent hour, like, not at two A.M. in
the morning. But who could get to sleep with all this noise anyways? So I pull
on my mask (I made it out of paper mache. It's really chic and it makes me
feel all cool and mysterious.) But besides that, I don't really have a costume.
I stare at my little outfit; you know, I kind of look like a bird in this thing.
Whatever. I snag my tank top and yoga pants. I hope this shouldn't take TOO lo
ng. But the thing is--

__________________ i really really don't
____________________ want to do this

I race (ha, RACE!) to the shitty warehouse where the
shitty vine came from at shitty 2 A.M. in the god-forsakin' morning. And man! I
feel like such an a**. I basically stand in the doorway staring at some girl throwi
ng flowers around, a guy scrambling around looking like he's lost, some jerk
standing on a glacier (that I guess just happened to pop out of no where in
DOWNTOWN METROPOLIS), and some man standing beside said jerk. What
the ********? Am I supposed to fight them? Hell, they don't even look like
bad guys. I've SEEN bad guys, like in movies and stuff, and these guys are
SOOO not bad-guy material. (I also feel kind of stupid in my mask, so I rip it
off.)

__________________"uhm hi. i--
____________________ i'm here to fight crime."

Yeah, watch me kiss the s**t out of you.

[a la grapefruit]

Their names echo in my ears, and register in my mind.
Nicknames are replaced by actual names.
Gun man = Nick.
Mister Freeze = Alexei.
I knew it.
I knewwww Mister freeze was Russian,
his accent is stark, and very well,
abrasive to the ears. I shrug, figuring
that I'm not going to be escaping or
going anywhere for a while, so I shake his
hand. Not afraid, not pissy. No.
It was a friendly, firm handshake, and I
give him the slighest smile back,


" And I'm Ellison. I understand,
desperate times call for desperate measures. "

The rest of the ride was in silence, awkward, but it
was a necessary silence. I'm sure none of us really
wanted to talk at all, share life stories, or answer
questions. We stop in front of this broken down, the
car lurching and hissing to a stop. I step out of
the car, and Nick keeps aim at me with his gun,
a shrug accentuating his motive. I gave an equal
shrug. I mean, it's understandable. I wouldn't want
my hostage bolting off either.



I don't know. The place they share
doesn't seem liveable, but then again, they're different,
they've learned and adapted to this, and I suppose
I might as well do the same. I sit on a chair, tossed
to the side in what seemed like a slight tussle. I brush
some snow and crushed ice off it and I sit down,
watching Alexei, Nick, and Vine-Woman who had
stolen back her mother, pissy and obviously
craving the kill.

I'm unamused, and I raise my eyebrow at the
woman. Such obvious displays of anger aren't
needed, because cool intelligence will always
overpower hot-headed fury. Always.

My jaw drops as Alexei kicks his friend in the
place were the bullet had formerly made it's
resting place. But I'm not disgusted, oh no.
I'm intrigued. I've never really been,
well, exposed to such open brutality. And
then Nick seemed to take it in stride, a
cool and unattached look crossing between
the two sets of eyes. I'm not sure if the
thanks and apologies are towards me, but
I shrug and give a slight smile anyway.
Nurse? That's a new one.
I don't mind though, I did call him Mister Freeze.


Then out of NOWHERE, this girl rushes
over to the warehouse, another nosy person that makes me
wish I had like, lightning or the ability to create cracks in the
Earth.



Why? Well, because I like Nick.
I like Alexei.
They're blunt, true to themselves,
no fake masks. No "soothing" words.
Just truthtruthtruth, and I feel needed
or wanted. Which is a plusplusplus.



So, although I'm useless at the moment, I'm
going to sit back and watch everything unfold.
I'll heal them if they need it.
I think I'm going to be on their side,
I'm just going to have to talk to Nick first,
because, eeeh.
I'm cautious?

....Yeah.
We'll go with that.
CAUTIOUS.