Earth 2: Part 3

NOTE: There is an updated (In my opinion, better) Version of this post, I recommend skipping this if you are reading.


The Rewrite


So the pair continued for months in this same manner, Paul detecting crimes and Jude preventing them. Jude had even started to build up a name for himself. He made a costume and began to push the limits to his abilities. He even found that he could fly. He decided to go by Dayspring.

Paul began to hone his abilities as well. Sometimes, but not always, he could reach out for something more specific and see it. He began to call himself Prophet, because Jude had a badass name so he figured he should too.

One day Jude was out on a Dayspring run when Paul came in on his earpiece. “Hey Jude, get to 10th and James Avenue, there should be some kind of abandoned warehouse or something, I’m not sure what’s going down, but I don’t think this guy means good.”

“Gotcha,” Jude took off into the air.

“There’s something about the victim though… That seems different.”




Vanessa was out on her usual jog when she heard a shout from off around a corner. She took her earbud out and heard a man screaming for help. She looked around and saw there was nobody else there, so she figured she should take a look. She rounded the corner and saw the source of the cry. A man about her age with a clean haircut was leaning against a wall, gripping his side.

“Help…” He called faintly.

“Oh my god, let me call 911!” She said, reaching for her phone.

“No, no, no… I can’t… Just help me up.” He murmured.  He was gritting his teeth and seemed to be in decent pain.

Vanessa ran over and helped the man up. Suddenly the man took his hand off his side and she saw that he looked fine. He grabbed her phone, threw it far away, and cupped his hand over her mouth. Vanessa tried to scream but could make no noise through his hand, she could barely breathe.

The man dragged her into the warehouse next to them and tied a filthy rag as a gag, it tasted foul, like motor oil and dirt. Though Vanessa fought, he managed to tie her arms behind a pole. The warehouse was dark and moldy, with a few crates and some miscellaneous machinery scattered about.

“Nobody’s gonna hear you now, princess.” He said, a sadistic grin creeping across his face.

Vanessa tried fruitlessly to call out, but she couldn’t make a sound. She began to sob and the man laughed. Was this how she was going to die? At the hands of some crazy dude in an abandoned warehouse, completely helpless. Her father had always warned her to be more careful when she left the house, but she had never imagined something like this would happen.

“I suppose since you won’t be making out of this alive, I should introduce myself. I’m Jonathan Wright, and I’m a much wanted man, at least by the authorities.” He said, moving his upper body side to side like a snake. “Normally I try to make these quick, but there’s something about you that makes me want to have some fun with this one.” He began to laugh wildly, throwing his head back, as Vanessa sobbed. “So,” he hissed, with an awful face splitting smile, “Let’s get down to business.”

Suddenly there was a crash, and sunlight flooded the warehouse. Dayspring stood in the center of the beam. He shouted, “Step away from her!”

“Or what!” Jonathan said, he suddenly chucked a hammer that had been laying on the ground at Dayspring.

Dayspring was caught off guard by this, and was knocked to the ground as the hammer slammed into his sternum.

“And that was your last hope honey. Now for the fun!” Jonathan said, his smile suddenly exploding back onto his face.

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