Read Nobody Likes Superheroes, Anyways! :: Vol 3 - The Doctor of Rage [PAGE 2]

Arin looked at the stack of stolen books on the top shelf of her computer desk. She didn’t like that she had to steal to continue her education, but she couldn’t possibly stay in this little town forever with her Uncle, Aunt, and their seven kids. This was her only realistic option.

With a wave of her hand, the television on top of her wardrobe flickered on, presenting her with a new focal point. There was a man with expensive hair talking into the camera, and a logo in the corner: an M sitting behind the number 20.

It was the only channel that she could get in the dorms. Then again, Channel 20 News even had reception on the moon.

“Rumors still rampant through the small town of South Urbana, after the elusive hero Red Electron captured this man, known only as Joe Shmo—”

“Come on!” How in the hell had her story made it to international news?

Sadly, her abilities didn’t work as a mute button. She had to pull at sheets from her messy bed searching for the remote. She found it as the man was still blabbering on, “It is believed Joe Shmouwe was working on freeing—”

Arin clicked off the volume and flopped onto her bed.

The TV crackled and buzzed, along with other strange noises. It wouldn’t have been odd for such a cheap television, even on mute, if not for Channel 20’s famous perfect reception reputation. The screen went fuzzy and blinked repeatedly. Arin furled her eyebrows and turned the TV off and back on, but it was still covered in snow. She got up and tried to inspect the useless box, checking the wires and making sure they were all plugged in correctly. They were.

A loud crash of lightning startled Arin. It sounded like it struck right next to her, but bright, cloudless sun illuminated the outside.

She heard it again.

Every light in her apartment burned out. It went pitch black, and Arin couldn’t get them to power back on no matter how fast she waved her hands.

The door to her dorm slammed open and hit against the wall.

Another bolt of lightning lit up the hallway, revealing the outline of a dark, sinister man standing in the doorframe.

“Arin Adams, we need to talk,” The figure belted. Lightning struck in time with his vocal cadence.

“Dr. Rage!” Arin gasped. The surprise hit her first, but then a hint of relief. Dr. Rage wasn’t a dangerous super at all, albeit frightening at first glance.

“Do you know who I am?” The dark shadow’s tone was deep and loud. Like a wolf’s howl, it echoed off of everything.

“Obviously.” Arin nodded. Dr. Rage was the head of the Ultimatum. His face was everywhere.

“I am Dr. Rage, head of the Ultimatum—”

“I know, your face is everywhere. The lightning, the echoing voice, and…wait. Wasn’t it morning just a minute ago?” Arin looked out her window which was now dark as midnight.