"Hold still!" Voltage shouted, trying to blast multiple moving targets, some of whom were fighting back with fire, crystals, and their own limbs.
He was so focused on them that again, he was blindsided when one of them unleashed a huge sound blast at him, sending the teen crashing to the ground, feeling a paralyzing wave wash over him.
Before he could get up, a crystal blade was placed to his throat. Its owner, a tough-looking teenage girl glared down at him.
"Now then, tell us... who do you work for and what do you want?"
---
Not that far away, Phantom cursed as he reached up to his communicator.
"That fool let himself be beaten," he hissed into the microphone, "What do you recommend?"
"Nothing... for now." came the response. "But I'll see if I can get someone else to come..."
With Voltage's, apparent defeat, Enapay leaped to his side, landing in a squated postion, looming over their new antagonist. "So...You were one hell of a pushover weren't you, buddy? I didn't even get to throw a punch. Now that's sad," Enapay mocked calmly, grinning at the teen as Erica held a crude blade to his throat. "What's this guy's deal, anyway?" He asked Erica and Roar. "And do you care to explain to me why that disgruntled hobo is with us?" he continued, nodding in Ben's direction.
Brushing his silky bangs out of his eyes, Enapay stood and began searching for the strange figure that was just with Voltage. "Hey! Where are you?! I know you're watching!" he yelled, looking around.
Marcus dodged with the rest of the group. Using his shape-shifting abilities to bend around lightning strikes and keep Voltage off balance. Marcus smirked briefly once Voltage was taken down. With Erica's blade at Voltage's throat, the advantage shifted.
"I was as surprised as you are homes," Marcus said to Enapay as he walked over, in reference to his question about Ben. "But for now let's worry about Sparky here."
Marcus hadn't seen Voltage's accomplice when he ran outside, but Enapay seemed to have some kind of heightened sense, so Marcus made a quick scan of the rooftops.
With the human sparkler seemingly under control, Dawn allowed herself to drop to her knees again. Maybe it's just a small breeze, but it looks like she's shivering.
Well, my favorite hoody'll never be the same, she thought, seeing all the new black marks and holes. Then she thought about all the little kids in the orphanage she just helped save. How they could've ended up like the ocean of bodies five years earlier... but they didn't. That was all she could ask for. But maybe this hero thing won't be so bad...
She blew into her hands and rubbed them together. I just wish I could skip this part...
"Hey guys," she said to the group. "You guys wouldn't happen to have a spare lighter, would you...?"
"You need some fire?" Enapay said with concern. "You guy's stay here and look out. We're being watched by someone relatively close. I can feel it." With that he leapt down to Dawn, gently helping her to her feet. He then began sniffing around, to which he was greeted by the wry scent of nearby gasoline. He helped her into the direction of the smell. "Looks like you have a limit concerning how much of that flame you can contain at once. Maybe you should try and ration it next time. Y'know? Make every shot count like a good sniper would."
Enapay stopped, suddenly, still holding Dawn. He looked down and sniffed again. They were standing in the gas now. Enapay backed both himself and Dawn up, subsequently walking up to the flammable liquid. Crouching, he hovered his uninjured left hand over it and began to focus with all of his might. A vain made itself visible on the side of his forehead. Then, a tiny crackle of red energy arced off of his hand, igniting the gas. Unexpectedly, the flame crawled it's way over to a seemingly recently broken down car, which had obviously sprung a leak. The vehicle bursted into intense flames.
"Um...that enough for you?" Enapay asked, using his right hand to caress his throbbing skull and using his left arm to keep Dawn steady, in case she felt weak.
Dawn's skin actually felt a bit cold to the touch, in direct contrast to her burnt hoody. She even looked a bit pale.
Smiling, she replied, "Yeah, I guess I need some practice with that. Maybe next time I'll try a flamethrower approach. Won't need to be so accurate then."
When Enapay moved away, she hugged herself as if she were cold. She looked a bit worried when Enapay's forehead started twitching again, remembering what he did to the copycat earlier at the burning building.
Her eyes went a bit wide when the car went up. "Um, yeah, that'll do. Thanks, Enapay." She stretched out her hands and inhaled like she did at the burning building, causing the flames to fly into her hands and mouth, and likely singing a few of Enapay's hairs. She stood up straight again, adjusting her ponytail and brushing some embers from her hoody's sleeves. She looked a lot better. "Thanks."
After a few of his hairs were singed, Enapay hopped back about five feet, giving Dawn room to take in her fill of the flames. After she was fresh, she looked to Enapay, saying, "Thanks."
"Anytime," Enapay replied with a small smile, his transitory headache subsiding.
Seeing how easily Voltage got overwhelm by his roar and fallen to the ground, Roar was quite surprise by the outcome.
It look like I had over estimated him but again the person I know who can withstand my roar is Breather.
He quickly went down the stairs and meet up with Erica who is still pinning down Voltage.
He boasted "You better do what she said. You don't want to hear me talking with this mask open out. I will be merciful not given you another dose of my sound blast but you will sub come to pure fear from my real voice."
He turn the knob down so that the range is close range now.
That could have been the most underwhelming fight that Ben had ever seen. Thie 'Voltage' guy had come out and threatened to torch the building they were staying in, and in less than three hits he'd gone down for the count. Clearly he had some formidible powers, but beyond those, he had aboslutely nothing.
The arcs of electrcity that crackled between his fingers fizzled out. That was a lot of current to maintain, and he was more than happy to let them go, though he kept the shock omegas power just in case. While he couldn't match his power, he knew what he could do with it, and if this guy was playing possum...
"Hey, crystal girl!" Ben yelled out as he ran over. She was right on top of him which was probably not the best place to be and apparently no one realised it. And although he was hesitant to do so, if he didn't then she might not live to act again. Grabbing her shoulders, he ripped her off the shock omega and dragged her back.
"Stay away from him, don't touch him. The guys a battery, you touch him and he could fry you at will." Ben warned her, placing himself between her and Voltage.
Erica frowned as the copycat pulled her aside, but grudgingly admitted to herself that he had a point. After a moment, she swallowed her pride.
"Fine. Thanks, I guess. And by the way, I have a name. It's Erica."
---
Phantom watched all of this from the rooftops, wary that at least one of them had sensed his presence.
Inwardly, he was cursing at Voltage's bullheadeness. The kid might have been powerful, but he was also headstrong and easily distracted. Offhandedly, he wondered if or when reinforcements would show up.
In apology for a lackluster battle, here's a follow up...
Voltage could feel his strength returning to him slowly, as the ragtag group took a breather.
His eyes narrowed. Fools, all of them. They had no idea what he was capable of, he was just distracted, that was all.
As the crystal blade was removed from his throat, Voltage knew it was time to act. Getting to his feet quickly, he began to create electricty to surround himself with.
"You might have knocked me down once!" He shouted, eyes beginning to glow, "But I was only warming up! Feel the full force of my power!"
And with that, he unleashed a huge blast of lighting at the group. The two people closest to him were hit hard, both going flying into the front wall of the building, and the rest were knocked down like bowling pins.
Voltage smiled. Now this was more like it! Round two was about to begin, and this time, he wouldn't go easy on them...
Oh right, I thought using Roar sound blast was a bit too overpower.
Roar over confidences had led him to drop his guard when Voltage attacks them. The pure lightning shock and send Roar flying and crash into a wall, meters away from where he was. After the crash he is still barely conscious.
Marcus watched Enapay and Dawn. He wanted to be of more help, but the situation looked like it had been handled.
"This was almost a little too easy" Marcus thought as he went back to scanning the rooftops and was caught off-guard by Voltage's second attack. The blast sent Marcus flying into a nearby wall causing his liquid form to splatter against the structure. He oozed down the wall and formed a puddle on the ground. As quickly as he could he reformed himself into his normal human shape.
"You have terrible timing," said one of his voices. Marcus ignored it and charged at Voltage. Marcus swung his right arm back and reshaped it. Instead of forming a fist, he formed a giant spiked mace out of his hand and arm. He swung his arm in an over head strike towards Voltage.
After seeing Voltage blast the people near him, Enapay frowned. "I leave them for two seconds," Enapay sighed. After Marcus' attack, Enapay leaped up and towards Voltage, approaching from behind the Asian teen. While he soared, he thought quickly, aiming a swift kick to the back of Voltage's head. "The rubber soles on the bottom of my shoes shouldn't conduct anything." The kick was nowhere near full strength. He didn't want to kill the guy, but it would be enough to be a serious blow.
Ghost walked into the old bar. It was as it was left. Empty. Cold and Empty. The bar was meant to be closed now so no-one would be in. Right now, Davoren and Pete would have been cleaning house. Making sure everything was clean and ready before the patrons arrived. They would talk and joke while working, make fun of some of the more foolish of drunks that had to be guided to the door before they broke a window. It was the good times. The good times that aren't going to be coming back.
Why did Pete take him away and then kill himself? Davoren watched some old movies where people would ask that and it would take weeks, months, sometimes years before the protagonist found things like that out. Ghost planned to find out sooner than that. He planned to find out right now.
He didn't bother checking the bar. Nothing would be in plain sight. Ghost was a thief. Pete would never hide something in plain sight from a thief, and he had to have been hiding something. No man would act that way if he didn't have something hide. Ghost walked slowly and silently up the stairs. The old wood creaked as he placed each step. The bar wasn't well known for it's luxury or being modern. It was known for a good atmosphere. Now it will be forgotten. Another thing for people to forget and move on with no second thought for what happens around them. Pete was dead. This place was now derelict. Ghost could take over, but that depended on what he found.
The most obvious place to check was Pete's room. He kept it locked, constantly. Davoren was always prohibited from entering and that was a firm rule set in stone. Ghost broke this rule and the lock with a knife. Again, not known for luxury. It was a miracle that padlock actually worked considering how easily it came off. Must have been Pre Omega scrap. Ghost opened the door and stepped inside.
It was a dull room. No posters, no pictures, just a bed and a desk. Ghost walked in and looked in the desk. Nothing inside the drawer but there was something scratched into it. "BED".
Is this a message from you, Pete? Ghost wondered before turning to the bed.
He lifted up the pillow of the bed to find a pen and underneath was a small book. In horrorble handwriting it said "SANE DIARY." Ghost opened it to the first page.
Day 1
I decided to keep a diary. I can't stand this torture with no-one to talk about it with. I can't write too well. I'm shaking while I'm on my own and it's all because I can hear voices of people without them even speaking. It's their thoughts and I can't sleep normally because all I can hear is Davoren's mind. He never usually thinks bad things about me or anyone else, and is a very moral boy but he thinks all the time. Never stopping. I can hear him dream. I can hear everything that happens. I can hear his nightmares. I can hears his hopes and it drives me insane.
I can't tell him about this. I took him in and if he knew I was an Omega rather than "A lucky one" he'd see me less of a father figure and more of a brother. Two people in the same situation. He can't know about this.
Pete had powers, just like me?Ghost thought shocked. It seems clear why he wouldn't. Davoren would probably have thought to him like a brother. He would have tried to help out and suggest things rather than obeying what he said. Pete liked to be in control. So he couldn't tell him, ever.
The diary went on. Ghost flicked through the pages one at a time. Each one he gained an insight into Pete's mind. His writing was getting notably worse as days went on. He even started missing days around Day 70 and swore at the book for not reminding him. The writing became incoherent by Day 100. A bunch of scribbles until the one page remained. Written perfect and neat:
Day: 113
I have woke up and hear rioting. My mind is roaring. I can barely hear the shouts of the riots. This has to end. I can't take it. This must end. I'm going to take Davoren somewhere safe. He did a lot for me the previous night, too much. I didn't think straight ending him away to there like that.
I'll leave him with Fred. He makes his own drugs but Davoren can't be alone. He needs someone. If not, he'll go just as mad as me.
I should be passed off as a casualty of the riot. I'll be swept under the rug and forgotten, but I gotta make sure that Davoren is safe. I can't have him coming back after me. He needs someone. Having a dead corpse would be a way of holding himself back.
Nothing was written beyond that. Ghost put the book back under the bed. He put his head in his hands. Cold, salty tears streamed down his face. He honestly believed that suicide was the only way out. He wouldn't open up to him at all. He knew nothing and couldn't help. He should have asked though! Maybe then he could have stopped it.
Ghost lifted his head up and stood up, rubbing his eyes. He needed to clear himself up before anyone arrived then slip out. He stared at his hands. It was the first time he had been visible for a while, and he didn't even notice himself fade back in. The memory of walking in and being seen by everyone, a wave from friendly patrons was so endearing was so enticing that this became almost a reflex.
He took a look out of the window and became alert. Something was going on, not too far from where he was. It looked like some of the buildings in a nearby block had lost power. Looting might begin with these tensions, giving him a good opportunity to pinch necessities while invisible. Ghost washed his face before he left, getting rid of his tears and went.
I'm sorry for my lack of posting, but I'm coming now. I'll be joining up with the rest of the group.
The blast knocked both Ben and Erica clear off their feet, sending them both into a wall rather hard. The electric blast passed right over Ben though, still holding Voltages power and channeling the current across his skin, but the blast wave itself still hurt. He hit the wall hard and coughed as he slid down to the ground, his world blacking out for a moment from the shock though he managed to remain conscious.
As his sight came back though, he watched the asian omega standing again. Enpay seemed to miss most of the blast, or maybe it was his omega augmentation that helped him, but either way the chaotic omegas was taking a sweeping kick for his head. Looking down beside him, Roar was there on the ground with his eyes closed.
"Hey, you okay?" Ben asked, shaking the sonic omega by the shoulder. When he didn't stir though, he got an idea.
"Well, if you're not awake, the you won't mind me borrowing your power." He said. Releasing Voltages abilities and picking up Roars, he stood back up against the wall for support. He hoped this worked. While he didn't have the mask that Roar did, he held his hands up to his mouth as his vocal cords shifted and changed. This was the third time he'd used it, he knew what he was doing. He just needed a clean shot, and he wasn't going to take it while Enpay was in the way. The chaotic omega already didn't like him, there was no reason to piss him off further.
Voltage smirked, watching two of the group try to attack. The first, an African-American boy tried to hit him with a mace formed from his arm, but a lighting bolt caused him to fly back and hit the ground with a splat. The second attacker, the Native American boy, attempted to hit him with a flying kick, but Voltage just grabbed him by the foot and flung him aside.
"Pathetic! Pathetic!" He laughed, "You honestly think you[/i[] can stop me?
Erica picked herself up, wincing in pain. "Okay... that hurt."
She glanced up at Voltage, blasting away anyone who got too close.
"Alright then, no more miss nice guy." she muttered, and sheathed her hands in crystal before releasing her wings are preparing for a chance to attack
"Really, Sparkly Britches? I know it's typical super villian banter and all, but you're actually calling me pathetic? With a name like Sparkly Britches? I don't like that. I really don't," Enapay said with a smirk as he nimbly and effortlessly landed on his feet from the throw. "This guy is physically stronger than I thought. I guess I don't have to hold back as much. Maybe not at all." Grinning with furrowed brows, he hopped around on the balls of his feet, leaving his enemy to guess his next move.
Fighting was natural for Enapay once he had obtained a small handle on his powers. His reflexes, keen senses, speed, strength, agility, and superior equilibrium had allowed him to become adept at the art without really trying. Beating regular humans and Omega's lacking superhuman endurance wasn?t an issue. All it took was a tap to the head or a pulled punch and they were unconscious. However, he didn?t plan on holding anything back with this formidable adversary.
In a burst of speed, he covered the feet between them in a single second, throwing a precise left spinning back elbow at his jaw and fluidly following up with a crisp, but powerful, right knee aimed at his diaphragm, which would knock the breath out of Voltage. As Voltage recoiled, he would follow this up by catapulting a superhumanly strong right front kick at the Asian teen's chest that would knock him off of the roof and a considerable distance more.
"This is more like it!" Enapay yelled as he fought, leaping after the opponent with a menacing grace. From the glint in his amber eyes, it was clear that he planned on enjoying this.
Dawn watched from her position near the previously-burning car as the others tried to take the shock-dude down a second time. "Crap. I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this... but..."
She cracked her knuckles and shook out her hands as she began smoking again. She removed her red hoodie and set it on the ground, then kneeled down as if she were a sprinter about to race. "I warned you."
She waited until Enapay knocked the Asian sparkler up, then dashed forward, fire spitting from the back of her legs as she moved- no, flew forward, then from her bare elbow and forearm as she aimed a rocket-propelled punch at her target's face.
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