Quinn and Adimas Hill were still in the living room. Sheets have been put up to cover the holes in their walls, and the television from Adimas’s bedroom has been pulled into the living room to replace the one that has been destroyed. Controllers in hand, snacks at the ready, and being forced to share the same seat on the half of a couch, Quinn and Adimas had been competing against each other in video games, with Adimas having just suffered a major loss. “Dammit, this game is the worst!” Admias yelled.
Quinn laughed at Adimas’s distress, spinning the controller in his hand. “Sounds like someone is upset they’re losing, and will have to do all the work herself. Next time, try buying gifts ahead of time and maybe you won’t have to do that and clean the house.”
Adimas clenched the controller in her hand. “Shut up! I won the round before this one, and I refuse to lose this tiebreaker.” Then there was a crunch. Adimas was too upset, and it became her downfall. She looked down at the controller and saw that it had been shattered into pieces.
Quinn continued to laugh at Adimas. “Smooth move there. I guess that means I win by default.” He laid back on the couch with his controller in his lap, “Guess the only work I’ll be doing today is forcing myself to not enjoy myself watching you work too much, if I’m feeling nice.”
“The game is only over when someone wins two matches like we agreed.” Adimas responded, “And you can’t do that if you don’t have a controller either.” She swiftly swiped the controller out of Quinn’s lap and pushed him with enough force that he went flying towards the front door, breaking through it.
Quinn grabbed onto the doorframe to not fly far into the hallway. He then pulled himself forward to lunge back at Adimas. “Hey, no one likes a cheater!” Quinn yelled. He performed a kick of blistering speeds mid-lunge. The kinetic energy of the kick, intense enough that the air became a powerful wall of wind, took down the sheets they hung up, tearing apart the walls of the apartment, and it was directly aimed at Adimas.
Adimas got up from the couch, “Losers are the only ones who whine about it!” she responded. Swiping her arm upwards, Adimas was able to cut right through the blistering winds, though not without consequence. For starters, she accidentally defended herself with the same hand that held the controller, causing it to be completely destroyed. Even worse, her defending herself created another gust of wind directed at the ceiling. Combined with the initial gust of wind, more than just the apartment, the other two stories of the complex above them were lifted by these powerful winds high into the air and far off behind them, crashing down into a different neighborhood. Quinn held his hand over his mouth in shock as Adimas was fighting with herself to not pull her long, vibrant red hair. “Dammit! This can’t be happening right now!” Adimas turned to Quinn, “You little prick! Aren’t you supposed to be a superweapon? Learn to use some restraint for the gods’ sake! Or at least for mine!”
“Oh, so that’s what we’re bringing up?” Quinn stood there, appalled. “I’m the one who was actually born a mortal. Why can’t any of you gods pull your shit together? And how are we gonna fix this before Travis comes back?”
“Wait.” Adimas said. Quickly relaxing herself, she started to focus, blocking out all sound once again. This time she could hear exactly what she was looking for right away. She could hear other people on their floor that were sleeping in, but were now waking up.
“Ugh, it sounded like a tornado just came through.” One voice said, “Oh, I guess it did.”
“What the hell happened to my roof? It better not be raining later tonight.” Another voice complained from a different room.
“Not good.” Adimas said in a lower voice, “Your pathetic attempt to get back at me has woken everyone up.”
“Ok, maybe we should relax.” Quinn reassured, “Nobody’s gonna assume you’re the one who caused this mess because you’re a sore loser. Let’s just call someone to fix this before Travis gets off work.”
“The closest people are busy reconstructing the bus station, assuming nothing else got destroyed this morning.” Adimas responded, “I think I have an idea on who else could help, but we’ll-”
“I’ll have to stop you right there.” Quinn interrupted Adimas, “Whatever plan you came up with, leave me out of it. I’m going to spend my time literally anywhere else.” He tried walking away but was grabbed by the wrist by Adimas.
“You’re not going anywhere.” She stated, “Despite you being the one to blame for this, it doesn’t matter anymore. All it takes is something as simple as that annoying reporter to come around here wanting to dig into why the top of this apartment complex came flying off when allegedly the only person even remotely capable of doing that left this area nearly a half hour ago and we’re in big trouble, the both of us. Meaning you need this fixed just as much as I do.”
Quinn groaned while leaning backwards. “Fine, this plan of yours better be good.”
Travis Hill was growing ever more concerned as his face was becoming closer and closer to the pavement. He closed his eyes, hoping his initial confidence was to be believed. He must have been right because he felt himself rapidly slowing down until being frozen completely, but then also heard a loud crash. He tried opening his eyes to see what had happened, but was unable to do so. He couldn’t move a finger, couldn’t move his eyes around under his eyelids, and now thinking about it, couldn’t breathe either. Thankfully, that only lasted mere seconds, so the thoughts of himself possibly being dead didn’t last very long. He dropped what only felt like a foot off the ground, and upon getting up, could see that the crash he heard was the van Tyreese and Clara were still inside, now crushed down into the sidewalk. “Thanks for that.” Travis said, “I was definitely not surviving a crash like that.”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t want to die either.” Kate responded, “Though I’m surprised Clara committed to staying inside the car. How does she plan on helping us with the kind of injuries she’s bound to get?”
“By not staying in the car.” Clara answered from behind them, in her same low, calm voice. Both Kate and Travis jumped back from Clara, with Kate screaming out in fright. “I jumped out onto a nearby building once we were close enough. I told Tyreese to do the same, but he claimed that letting the car take him was easier.”
As Clara was in the middle of explaining, she was pushed aside by a woman in a rush to get past the three of them. She was wearing a magenta colored collar shirt under a black buttoned jacket, along with a dark purple tie and black dress pants. This was the same person who was reporting breaking news this morning, Flya Lavender. “Sorry, important business!” She yelled as she passed the group, along with a recorder camera that was floating close behind her.
As she was also passing by the crushed car on the car, Tyreese popped his head out of it, looking completely unharmed. Tyreese climbed himself up onto the sidewalk, revealing himself to be crawling out of a hole in the ground. “Talk about a workout. My body went way farther in the ground than I thought it would.” He said. He then looked over in the direction of Flya Lavender. “Oh, she’s here too? Guess either she’s looking for a morning coffee, or more news coverage, meaning a 50% chance there’s some heroics needing to be done. Come on team!” He followed behind Flya Lavender who ran far ahead, towards a bank building.
“Oh come on, can’t I have more than a three second breather?” Kate complained.
Clara walked past her, “As long as you don’t mind the potential deaths that could be on your hands.” She said in the same low, calm voice she says everything in.
“Well you don’t need to make it sound like I don’t care.” Kate followed Clara.
Travis was curious as to what could be possibly happening with the Dynamic Trio, however now that his life was once again out of danger, he realized he didn’t have any time to waste. He looked at his phone, it was 7:00am, he should be at work by now. Thankfully, the cafe he works at was just on the other side of the street. He ran across the street and made his way inside as fast as possible. The entire cafe was currently empty, except for one man behind the cashier counter, also in uniform, and was texting on his phone. “Hey, you’re that new guy, right?” Travis questioned.
Shocked to hear someone else in the building, the new guy’s head sprung up from his phone as he slid it into his pocket. “Y- yeah.” He responded, “My name’s Cadent Prancer. First day here being hired by someone who just kept calling himself Barkeep.”
“Sounds right.” Travis answered, “And for him to not be here up front to reprimand me, he must be out getting extra fuel for his chainsaw. At least I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
“Actually, I do have something in the back that we might need to worry about.” Cadent started heading to the back of the cafe. Travis followed him to a storage room. Cadent opened the door and revealed that inside was a man tied up with rope, sleeping in the corner. Wearing a light gray hoodie and dark gray, baggy pants, both of which were covered in numerous dried up blood stains.
This was clearly not good, but Travis couldn’t understand why this was something he needed to see. “Ok, just call the police, or at least throw him out back. You shouldn’t need me to tell you that.” Travis walked inside the storage room and was about to grab the rope that was being used to tie up the man.
“Don’t touch him.” Cadent said, trying not to be too loud. “He seemed pretty sensitive to touch when I was trying to tie him up. And calling the police would not be a good idea, don’t you know who that is?”
“Am I supposed to?”
“Well yeah, he was on the news earlier today. It’s that serial killer that was on the loose. And he was already classified as too dangerous for normal cops, we need an actual hero dragging him out of here.”
“Serial killer? Was something like that on the news?” Travis stopped to think about it for a few moments, but inevitably gave up as he couldn’t recall if he heard anything on the news about a serial killer. “Nope, can’t think of it. But if that’s the case, the Dynamic Trio are outside right now, they can take care of this.” Directly after saying this, they both could hear a loud booming sound, that seemed to be coming from the front, outside the cafe. “Unless they’re a bit busy.”
Dr. Linza Nicole was spinning around, laughing in her wheelchair. She had just finished stitching Shanty’s wound and giving him a blood transfusion in her small office. “Ya seem awfully cheerful, unlike when I met ya outside.” Shanty remarked. He got up on his feet and began to stretch.
Linza stopped spinning. “How couldn’t I be? For once, something good has finally happened around here. That hospital owned by Lavascious across the street, something actually destroyed the building.”
“Really? Now thinkin’, I was flyin’ down this street not long ago. It might be my men’s doin’ that happened when some cannon fire shot off my ship.”
“You did that? Ha, you should’ve said something earlier, I would’ve made this surprise appointment free for you. Hell, I’ll even tell you to be careful stretching like that before you reopen that wound.”
Shanty immediately stopped stretching his body and started touching all over the stitches on his stomach, realizing how close of a call that was. “Thanks for that, but ya do know one destroyed building won’t slow down the richest man in the city right? Only person who could be hurt by that is the bunch of folks that died from that, and me if I were to be found out and arrested.”
“Don’t worry about that, I already know how to capitalize on this. You can help me out too. Since you just used up the rest of my supply of donated blood, I’ll need your crew to donate some more, actually lots more.”
“Aye, that can be done. Alas, it’ll need to be quick, I finally know how to prove that kid is more than meets the eye.” As the two of them were talking, the scrapping of metal could be heard outside. Linza rolled her chair over to peek out of a window in her office. She could see the officers were still outside, as they were using a machete to wedge off the siren lights from the top of their police car, which had also been repainted during her time inside her clinic. “Somethin’ not right out there?” Shanty questioned.
“Just me getting compensation for the car those cops rammed into.” Linza answered, “Pretty sensible for them to do, unlike you, still bothering that kid.”
“I’m tellin’ ya, he’s no kid. How many times will I hafta say I saw him kill a whole Kraken with me own eyes? One blow, sliced the head clean off. It was like he made the water into a massive blade.”
“I’ve heard, countless times. By you and only you. You also said it was at night, which would make it hard for you to see exactly what happened, and that it turned to smoke right after, showing it was already returning into the Dreamscape, another reason why it could’ve looked that way.” Linza explained, “And if repeating ourselves is what we’re doing today, need I remind you of my research I did on Quinn and his family which reveals all of them to be nothing more than average people?”
“Course not, but I know what I saw. If exposing Quinn directly is a losin’ battle, then I’ll expose someone that’s bound to reveal the truth, his parents. And while the mommy could be anywhere by now, thanks to your research, I know where to find the daddy.”
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