Earth 2: Part 16

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Once they had arrived, Jude, Paul, and Vanessa gathered in the den. Paul sat on the loveseat next to Vanessa with his leg propped on an ottoman, while Jude pulled around a wooden rocking chair.

“So what exactly happened?” Jude slowly rocked as he spoke.

“Well, I was walking about and then fell down the stairs. Vanessa heard me and Jean took us to the hospital. Broke both of the bones in my shin.”

“Wow, how long do they think it’ll take to heal?”

“About 4 months.”

“They gave him a wheelchair and a walker, they said he can’t use crutches because he’s blind.” Vanessa said.

Paul opened his mouth to speak, when he began to have a vision. He closed his eyes and saw a bank, with people going about their business. Suddenly there was a flash of light and everyone started screaming. “Go to the bank on 10th and Jones, there’s a robbery.”

“Alright, you ready Vanessa?”

“I guess so…” The pair got up from the seats and began to leave the den.

“Be careful! There’s something weird about this…” Paul called to them as they left.

“It’ll be fine, we’ve done this before. Besides, it’ll be good practice for her” Jude took off, Vanessa lingered for a moment and took off after him.

Susan was having the actual worst day ever. She had stayed up later than she intended, drinking and watching bad youtube videos, so she slept through ALL of her alarms. Then when she finally did get up, she found that she forgot to do laundry, so she ended up wearing an outfit she didn’t care for. She finally left her house, skipping breakfast, she figured she could stop by starbucks since coffee is close enough to breakfast.

Once she arrived at Starbucks, she ordered her usual Americano, and found they gave her a frappuccino instead. Susan waited by the counter for at least five minutes, until finally an employee came up.

“Hi is there anything I can help you with?” The employee beamed as she spoke, she was young and attractive, some people have all the luck.

“Get on the ground!” A male voice bellowed from behind her, and everyone obliged.

Of course, on the morning she was late the freaking starbucks gets robbed. The crook hastily collects the purses and wallets of all of the occupants, before cleaning out the register and running off. Great, that was an incredibly expensive purse with a new phone in it.

The police came and Susan put in her perspective before taking off for work. By the time she got out it was already almost lunch. She figured she should probably just head to work and bum some lunch off of Jannette, who owed her a favor anyways.

She finally arrived at the bank, and after a brief tirade from her boss, she was in her station. She looked to her left, to ask Jannette for food, when she saw some new girl in Jannette’s spot.

“Excuse me, where’s Jannette.”

“Oh, she’s got the flu.” The girl was like the girl in Starbucks, young, pretty, and probably with loving parents, she probably didn’t even need this job.

Susan sighed and turned back to the metric shit-ton of coins this guy brought in on the day the coin counter was being repaired, and of course he couldn’t come back tomorrow.

The door to the bank flew off its hinges as an enormous man made of metal and a smaller black guy stomped through. Susan screamed and froze on the spot. Her heart was racing, how could two robberies happen to the same person on the same day? As she began to see the robbers her terror increased, as she realized she was being robbed by some kind of metal monster.

“This is a robbery!” The smaller one shouted as he pointed forwards, not appearing to have any weapons.

“Get on the ground!” The metal man briefly looked to the smaller man for reassurance.

“Listen up, y’all! You’re gonna put all of your phones and stuff in this bag, while my friend here brings it around.” The small man pointed and spun as he spoke.

Suddenly a man jumped up from the crowd, “Atlanta PD, put your hands in the air!”

The metal man turned to his friend, as the small guy got a look of indignant rage.

“Listen here buddy.” The small guy slowly raised his hands, as he turned to face the officer. “I’m no normal man, that you can mess with, you see. I’m…” The cop was blasted back by a bolt of electricity as a sadistic grin exploded onto the smaller mans face, “Electrified!”

The whole room starred on in terror as the metal man returned to collecting phones. Electrified then turned to the teller nearest to him, which of course was Susan.

“The cash, where is it!” Electricity arced between his fingertips as he spoke.

“In the back, big door, can’t miss it.” Susan barely managed to sputter this out, despite her recent experience with robbery, she still felt terrified.

Electrified jumped over the counter and went back to look at the door. It was huge and probably at least a foot thick, with about 4 different locking mechanisms, some physical, and others electronic.

“Hey Deven, come take care of this door.” He walked back into the main lobby and began watching the various people he had captive. “You!” He yelled at Susan and the new girl, as he passed the counter. “Get on this side of the counter, I wanna see you!”

Susan slowly stood up and climbed over the counter, by the time her and the new girl were with the rest of the people, two new figures burst through the door.



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That’s A Myth

Jonathon sat in a chair in front of an immense console of flashing buttons, knobs, and a yoke. He looked through a large window down onto a moon, that looked to be covered with buildings. The reactor steadily hummed in the background, the ship was otherwise relatively quiet.

“Dorian, commence landing protocol at site 1726.” Jonathon strapped himself into his chair.

“Yes, captain.” A high pitched male voice sounded from the computer.

“So do you really think this is an actual lead?” A woman asked from behind him.

“I’m not sure what I think Laura.” Jonathon sighed and turned to face her. “I do know one thing though.” He smiled. “This is one of the better bars around here. Kind of a hole in the wall, but definitely worth a stop on its own, so not really that much of a loss.”

“Why is it these guys always have to meet in bars? Why don’t they ever pick a shopping center or a concert hall?” She tried to hide her smile.

“That’s a good point. Alright, the next seedy criminal we need to meet, I’ll get him to meet us at a mall.” He laughed and turned back to the console.

“Landing protocol complete, captain.” Dorian chimed.

“Alright, are you ready?” Jonathon unstrapped his restraints and got out of his seat.

“Yeah, I’m always ready for a seedy bar.” Laura jumped to her feet and went out ahead of him.

“Hey! Hole in the wall doesn’t always mean seedy!” He called after her. He walked through the hall of the ship and out onto the platform.

Jonathon stopped and looked back at the ship. It was about the size of a large two story house. He looked at the name: The Nautilus II. “You know Laura? The Nautilus II is really warming up to me, feels like home, ya know?”

“Well, if you love it so much, why don’t you marry it?” She laughed and poked him in the side.

“Well, honey, polygamy is still frowned upon, even in space.” He hugged her. “It looks like you’re stuck with me.”

“C’mon, we’re gonna be late.” She laughed, dragging him behind her.

They walked up to a medium sized building. The walls were a smooth gray on the outside, with a simple metal door. They looked up and saw a flickering neon sign that said: BAR.

Laura stopped and looked over to Jonathon. “So you’re saying that you wouldn’t call this seedy?”

“What’s that saying? ‘Never judge a book by its cover?’” Jonathon opened the door and they stepped in.

The bar was dimly lit by one light on the ceiling. Everything in the bar looked like it was salvaged from a junkyard, nothing was matching. The dim lighting almost managed to conceal all of the trash, crumbs, and spots on the floor. There was a vaguely humanoid blob laying in the center of the bar. It seemed to be moderately crowded, every table had at least one person sitting at it.

Jonathon walked up to the bar. Behind the bar stood a scaly humanoid, with a beard of brown feathers. Jonathon glanced over the bar and saw the man was in fact, quite small, and standing on a platform.

“What’ll you have?” The bartender spoke in a low tone, looking to Jonathon.

“Dealer’s choice.” Jonathon and the bartender both turned to Laura.

“I’ll have whatever you give him.”

The bartender nodded and pulled two glasses from the bar. He pulled two hoses from under the bar, and filled both glasses with half of each. He slid the glasses their way.

Jonathon dropped a few square coins on the counter and stepped away. He surveyed the bar. He saw many people, all of different species. He looked towards the back of the bar and saw a four armed humanoid wearing very bulky clothing, covering almost his entire body. He nodded to Laura and they both sat at the table with him.

The humanoid sat in silence as Laura and Jonathon both took their seats. His face was entirely covered except for his yellow eyes. Once they were seated he looked around, eventually seeming to be satisfied. “Do you have the credits?” He spoke in an almost normal human voice.

“Half now, half after.” Jonathon slid a fist sized bag over the table.

He inspected the bag for a moment and nodded. “Alright, I understand you’re in the market for… Valuable objects.” He looked between the two, trying to gauge his success, but their faces remained stoic. “I know where the horn of Magun-Viol lies.”

Jonathon laughed and began to get up from his chair.

“No! Wait!” He slid a card across the table.

Jonathon stopped and read the card. He looked up at him. “Lift your mask.”

The figure slowly lifted his mask and Jonathon saw a pale white face with red streaks. Jonathon had suspected he was Klax-On by his four arms, but the face confirmed his suspicions.

Jonathon sat back down at the table and slid the Klax-On his card. “That horn is a myth.”

“I am Gro-Unz, I was on the high council of artificers. They betrayed me and I made off with this, and some information.” He reached into a pocket of his bulky jacket and pulled out a roll of paper. “We discovered something.” He leaned in. “While Klax-On prime was ruined, it was not utterly destroyed.” He unfurled the roll of paper revealing a map. “Deep inside of his temple, you will find his horn, and Hurg knows what other artifacts.”

“And why would you sell me this instead of get it yourself?” Jonathon stared intensely at the map, trying to memorize it in case the Klax-On tried to pull something.

“Because, it is heavily trapped, and locked under several locks. Only a master could pull this off, so this map is of no use to me besides coin and revenge.” He rolled the map back up. “So, what do you say, Jonathon? This map tells you everything that you will need, without it, this would be impossible.”

“What’s your price?” Jonathon eyed the Klax-On suspiciously, he didn’t have the best of relationships with Klax-Ons in general, much less the high council of artificers.

“Five thousand credits and your promise to succeed.” He stuck out one of his hands for a handshake.

Jonathon shook his hand, rummaged through his bag, and slid him two pouches of coins. The man handed him the map and went on his way.

“So what do you think?” Jonathon turned to Laura.

“Well, we haven’t got much better to do, this seems like an excellent laying low activity.” She smiled.

“I agree.” Jonathon took a sip of his drink and promptly spat it out. “I believe that is actually piss.” Laura smiled trying to hold back laughter. “Okay fine, the bar is seedy.”

Earth 2: Part 15

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“Ah, should probably have gotten Jude.” Paul said, reaching for his phone.

“No need to rouse the whole house to make what could very well be a short trip to the ER.” Jean said, steering the car down a winding drive.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right on that one.” Paul said, fiddling with his phone.

“Do you want me to text him?” Vanessa offered, pulling her phone from her pocket.

“Yeah sure, he’s probably asleep, assuming me falling down the stairs didn’t wake him up.”

Vanessa’s thumbs flew nimbly across her touch screen, and in a moment a bell dinged. “Alright, sent”

“Thanks.” Everyone was quiet for a while, then Paul spoke, “Jean, you seemed to know at least a little about medicine, or broken bones at least, where’d you learn that?”

“Oh, I had some training while I was in the service. I was a field medic for a bit.” Jean pulled the car into a parking lot, “Alright, Paul and Vanessa, you wait here, I’ll be right back.” He slammed the door shut behind him and jogged into the hospital, returning moments later with a nurse and a wheelchair.

Jean helped Paul into the chair and the nurse began wheeling him towards the hospital.

“I don’t need a wheelchair, I’m not that bad off.” He continued to complain as he was wheeled into the ER.

The ER was quiet and empty, so Paul was seen relatively quickly. As expected, the doctor ordered an x-ray, which came back promptly. Paul wondered if it was because of his company, or if he was actually just seen quickly.

“Alright Mr. Paul, we have your results here…” The doctor started.

“You guys ready to find out we wasted a trip?” Paul looked towards Vanessa.

“Well, actually, it’s good that you came in, your tibia and fibula are broken towards the ankle.”  The doctor flipped through some pages on a clipboard.

The color drained from Paul’s face and his heart sank, “I… Uh…” he stammered, “What does that mean for me?”

“Well, you’re going to need to keep off of it for a bit, we’ll get the swelling down, and cast you up.” The doctor clicked his pen a few times.

“How long do I need to keep off of it?”

“I’d say at least for a few months, we’ll have you in to check on your progress.” He turned to Jean and Vanessa, “You two are going to need to keep a close eye on him while he’s got this cast, given that he’s blind, and even not-blind people need a good bit of help.”

“We’ll need to talk to Jude.” Jean said, leaning over to Vanessa.

“Okay then,” The doctor said, pocketing his pen. “I’ll be back in a few to check on that swelling.”

“I’ll go call Jude.” Jean looked between the two, and when he saw no objections, he rose from his chair and stepping into the hall.

“Son of a bitch…” Paul sighed, putting his hand to the bridge of his nose.

“Hey, it’ll be alright.” Vanessa gently placed her hand on his uninjured knee.

“No it won’t!” Paul fell back onto the bed and sighed, “I’m already blind, now this? I’m a blind cripple!”

“Paul, your leg will heal, your blindness won’t, and I’m sorry, but you need to learn to live with that, and be more careful so this won’t happen again.” She crossed her arms.

Paul paused for a moment, staring forward, he then looked down. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do this alone,” She took his hand and looked deeply into his eyes. “I’ll be with you, and so will Jude, and Jean, and all of us. You need to let us help, I understand giving up your autonomy is difficult, and we’re not asking you to be totally dependant, just realistic.”

“Thank you…” Paul said, wiping his eyes, “I’ll get a cane, well, after this that is.” He gestured towards his leg. “Hey Vanessa… I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass. This is just hard for me…”

“It’s okay, Paul.” She leaned over and gave him a hug.

Paul’s leg was casted and after it set, a nurse came into the room with a wheelchair and a stack of papers.

“Hi, Mr. Darbyshire, I’ve got a couple of prescriptions for you. As you know, when you break a leg, you need mobility assistance. The typical patient might get crutches, but given your blindness, we don’t recommend crutches.” She thumbed through the papers, “Here I have a prescription for a wheelchair, and a prescription for a walker.” She then handed Jean the papers, before turning back to paul. “We don’t get a lot of blind patients, so I suppose you’ll be able to work it out?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Paul stared blankly forwards as he spoke, still reeling from the realization that he would be extra disabled for weeks.

“Alright, you’re free to go, we’ll wheel you to your car.”

Once they were in the car, Vanessa laughed a little bit. “Your last name is Darbyshire?”

Paul’s face went a little red. “Yeah…” He laughed.

On the way to the house Jean stopped into the supermarket, and got a walker and wheelchair.



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Out Of Shape

Nick reclined in his new gaming chair. He had saved up for months to get it, and he was rather pleased with himself for seeing it through. Some might not see the value in a good chair, but when it’s where you spend most of your time, Nick thought there was no better use for money.

Nick had just wrapped up his calculus homework. He had put it off a bit longer than he should’ve and it had started to pile up. He was rather glad to be rid of it. He drank the last of his coffee and pulled up a game. He chose the chair over new games because he always ended up playing the same games anyways.

He was mid-way through a level when a green light washed over his room. He paused the game and got up and looked around. He wondered if he should see if anybody else saw it, but it was pretty late and everyone was already asleep.

He looked around his room and looked into his mirror. He leaned in and looked at his face, something looked a little off… He couldn’t describe it, but with something as familiar as your own face you can tell. Upon further examination, he couldn’t tell. The only thing weird about him was his acne, and that was already there before. He had tried all the creams, but nothing worked.

He tried to imagine what he would look like without acne. He laughed a little. Not that bad. He looked in the mirror a little longer and realized his acne had actually gone. He ran his hand across his face and it was totally smooth. “Whoa…” He stared at his face in awe.

If I could just wish away my acne… What else can I do? He took off his shirt and threw it on his bed. He looked for a moment at his much lacking physique. He imagined himself, but with a six pack. He looked in the mirror, and it was so. He shook his head. That’s enough for tonight, I’m delirious. I need sleep.

He turned off his computer, and dove under his covers. It felt a little real to be a dream, but a little unreal to not be. It was a nice moment either way. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Nick woke up and rolled out of bed. He stretched and set about his normal morning routine. He had definitely stayed up too late, and he was paying for it now. He showered and got dressed before going to do his daily facial cream regimine. He almost fell backwards when he looked into the mirror and his face was acne free. He was definitely awake now.

He lifted up his shirt, and sure enough he had a six pack. His mind began to run through all the possibilities. If he went out this drastically changed, people would start to ask questions. Noah wasn’t a conspiracy theorist, but he also didn’t believe that the government would pass up a chance to poke at a boy who went from nerd to stud literally overnight. No. He needed to take this slow.

He sighed and shook his head. He looked into the mirror, and imagined himself with slightly less acne than he had before, and it was so. He looked down at his killer abs, and wished them away in exchange for a slightly less skin and bones look all over.

Just because he had to take this slow, didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it at all.

He walked out of the bathroom with a smug grin. He walked into the kitchen and put some bread in the toaster. He looked over at the plate he had gotten down. He began to wonder if his powers could extend beyond himself. He imagined the plate as being blue instead of white, but there was no change. He imagined it being a bowl instead, and still no change. Maybe my powers only apply to me. He looked over to his mom, who was eating a bowl of cereal in front of the TV. He walked over and saw she was watching the news.

“That’s right ladies and gentlemen, the green light is nothing to be concerned about. Back to you, Jeff.” Nick’s mom turned off the TV.

“Good morning!” She got up and hugged him. “Hey, I think that new cream is working! Your face is starting to clear up a bit!”

“I hope so.” Nick laughed. “What’s she talking about, a green light?” He gestured at the TV.

“Oh, a big green light happened, and everyone in America saw it, well everyone who was up. Did you see anything like that?”

“Oh, yeah, I did see something like that.” The dots connected in his head. It was the light. He didn’t know how or why, but it was definitely the light. He figured he should probably just play it cool.

“Yeah. Some kid in Gainesville went blind, but they say it’s unrelated, and there’s nothing to worry about.” She paused for a moment. “I assume you’re not blind?” She laughed a little and went back to her cereal.

Nick lightly chuckled and went back to his toast. None of this really made sense, but he did know one thing. He would have to do what he does best and keep his head down.


Earth 2: Part 14

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A few weeks later, after a particularly long day of training Vanessa was exhausted. Once she had eaten, she went up to her room. She took an aspirin and laid down in bed with a book. She was reading a novel about a strange man wandering into a western town and sweeping some girl off her feet.

She had been reading for about 2 hours when she heard a few thuds and a voice yelling.

Is that Paul? She put down her book and got out of bed. She ran down the hall, while still trying to be quiet, to where she thought she heard the noises.

Paul groaned from down the stairs.

Vanessa quickly ran down the stairs to see Paul on the floor, groping the wall as he tried to stand.

“Paul?” Vanessa asked, fear rising in her voice, “Are you okay?” She asked as she knelt down, narrowly avoiding being knocked over by his flailing.

“Vanessa?” He stopped trying to get up. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… Help me up.” He extended his hand. Vanessa obliged and started to help him up, as he got up, he promptly fell to the floor again, “Agh!” He clutched his leg.

“Paul! Hold on, let me get the lights.” She sprinted over to the switch and back. “Here let me take a look.”

Paul groaned as he extended his leg and she rolled up his jeans. “How bad is it, doc?” He laughed between grunts of pain.

“I don’t see anything, but let’s get you to an actual doctor.” She replied.

“Nah, it’s fine just help me get to my room.” He reached out his hand again.

“Paul!” She crossed her arms, “You’re obviously hurt, I’m getting you to a doctor, or a doctor to you.”

“Fine, but he’ll just tell you there’s nothing wrong.” Paul felt his way back to lean against the wall.

“Just hold on a second,” She sat on the ground next to him. She reached into her pocket for her phone, pressed a few buttons and put it up to her ear. “Jean? Yeah, Paul hurt his leg, can you get us to a doctor? Thanks.” She put the phone away. “Jean will be here any second.”

“I’m fine, you know.” Paul pulled in his uninjured leg.

“What were you even doing out and about this late?” She asked, turning towards him.

“I just wanted to take a walk.” Paul sighed, looking down.

“Don’t you think it’s dangerous?”

“What? Taking a walk? I’m not some toddler, I don’t need supervision.”

“Hey, I just think you need to acknowledge your limits. If you keep going like this you’re going to get hurt. We all need help sometimes. What if…” She paused, “You got one of those canes?”

“A cane? I’m not disabled, I don’t need a cane.”

“Paul, You can’t just keep pretending like nothing’s changed, and you don’t need any help.”

“I’m the one who needs help? I hear you wake up sobbing almost every night, you’re the one who needs help.”

Vanessa opened her mouth for a moment, and then closed it. She looked down and dabbed her eyes with her sleeve.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“No… you’re right. We’re both running from our issues.” She looked up at Paul, her eyes still watering a little. “So what about this, I go talk to someone about what happened, and you get some kind of thing to help you get around without falling down a flight of stairs. How’s that?”

Paul chuckled and put his hand to his face, “Yeah, I guess I could do that. You have to help me get it though.” He pointed at Vanessa.

“Alright” She placed her hand on his uninjured knee. She looked to Paul as he laughed, and smiled.

Jean came walking swiftly down the hallway towards Paul and Vanessa, “Good evening, how are you two?”

“Well I’m pretty alright. Just a bit of a tumble.” Paul answered.

“He can’t stand. I think there’s something up with his leg.” Vanessa said.

“Alright, let’s have a look then,” Jean squatted down next to Paul’s leg and examined it closely. After a few moments of squinting and poking Jean looked up, “Alright, I don’t see anything, but that doesn’t mean you’re fine. Where did it hurt when you stood?”

Paul gently ran his fingers across his lower leg and ankle. “Somewhere in here”

“Alright, I think we need to get this x-rayed.” Jean stood back up. “Probably quickest and easiest to carry you to the car.”

“Alright, yeah I suppose so…” Paul hesitated as he spoke. Getting carried was not high on his list of things to do, but it would definitely be faster, so he went along with it.

Jean crouched down and lifted Paul with incredible ease. He began moving down the hall before pausing. “Vanessa, will you get my keys, they’re in my left front pocket.”

Vanessa obliged and the they took off at a swift walking pace down the hall.

“Vanessa, unlock the car and get the passenger door.”

Vanessa obliged and Jean sat Paul in the seat, Paul situated himself and buckled his seatbelt, while Vanessa got into the back and Jean got in the driver’s seat. Jean backed the car from the garage and took off down the road.



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My Name Is

My name is Alexei Maximov. I have lived in this apartment for 17 years. For 17 years I took. I extorted my neighbors for protection money on the mobs behalf. Now, I don’t know anymore. I was young and eager to be a part of something, so I picked the mob. It didn’t hurt that the money was good.

When the green light hit, I discovered my powers soon after. I shoot out pressure. I exert pressure on things in a straight line from my body. I tested it a while ago, and I broke the gauge, so something above a 20,000 PSI. I decided not to tell my boss, I figured no good could come of it. I think I’ll eventually tell him, but I’m a bit preoccupied right now.

I had been having trouble with room 103 for a while. Tonight would be the end of that. They were sending in some more advanced enforcers to take care of it. Only thing is, I don’t really want 103 to get ‘taken care of’. See, there’s a girl that lives there… She can’t afford protection, and probably wouldn’t pay it if she could. I feel a little bad about the whole thing, but what can you do? Either way, it’s almost nine, so that means they’re almost here.

I walk down the stairs and wait for them on the curb. Soon enough, a black van pulled in and 3 burly dudes stepped out. I haven’t seen them before, but they’re all wearing tool belts, and I don’t think they’re there to fix her sink.

“Where is girl?” The meatiest of the bunch spoke up. He had an incredibly thick Russian accent, and I’d wager he’s the only one of these fellas who speaks any English.

“Right this way.” I sigh quietly. I don’t know what this is, but I’m not okay with this, with any of this. I’m not okay with this awful feeling, I’m not okay with this girl getting her fingers broken, and that’s if she’s lucky. It’s not like I can do anything though. Even if I did get rid of these guys, 3 more would come and they’d be after a lot more than fingers.

I walk through the halls of my apartment. “Hey, wait here, I’ll signal for you to come in.”

“You have 5 minutes.”

I nod and bang my hand on the door. I know she won’t answer, but I don’t like busting down doors as my first resort. I wait a moment and then sigh. I back up and get ready to kick it in, when she opens it. She’s wearing a tank top and flannel pajama pants. As I look at her, I think about all the things that I’ve seen guys like this do. I don’t think I’ve ever felt sick to my stomach about something like this before.

“What?” she says flatly. She looks at me with sheer annoyance. She has no idea what’s coming. She has no idea what these guys are like when someone tries to stick it to them.

“I need to come inside.” I don’t know why I didn’t have anything better than that, maybe it’s because I’m putting too much mental energy to not throwing up.

“Are you sick or something? Fine you have five minutes.” She stepped inside. I don’t think she saw the men standing off to the side. I step inside and close the door behind me. “So? What do you want?”

“I’m here with three very angry men from the mob.” I have no idea what I’m doing. It’s not like her coughing up the money would change anything, at this point it’s about the symbol.

“Is that a threat? You can-” She didn’t even look a little afraid.

“You pissed off the mob. They are going to hurt you and your kid.” And there’s nothing I can do about it.

Her expression changes, she looked a mix of furious and terrified. “Do you like this? Going around and ruining lives? You know I can’t afford that kind of money! You’re disgusting!” She began to yell. “How can you work with these men! Are you going to go upstairs, and count your money while you hear us screaming?”

She’s right. I’m the bad guy. I am nauseating. I am a coward. I can’t do this anymore. “Do you have any way out of the apartment besides the front door?” What the hell am I doing? I am asking to end up on the front page as the man who committed suicide by shooting himself three times in the back of the head.

“Are you trying to help me?”

“I can’t do this anymore…” I truly can’t.

“You know we don’t have fire escapes here, the front door is the only way out.”

The door came flying down. I was out of time. There was no escape, I could fight and ruin my life, as well as the lives of everyone in this building, or I could ruin just two people’s lives. Who am I kidding. I’ve already ruined the lives of everyone in this building, it’s only fit to ruin my mind too.

I send a wave of force at the man who busted down the door. He flew through the brick wall of the apartment out onto the streets. The other two Russians stood dumbfounded for a moment before raising their guns and firing. I send another wave at the bullets. One of them went through the Russian who fired it, and the other through the wall. The one who was shot falls to the ground, the other freezes.

I knock the gun out of his hands and push him to the ground. I apply pressure to his chest, I think I broke some ribs.

“Tell the boss, he needs to step off of my block.”

The man runs out the door and back to his van.

I step out into the hallway. This is my block, they’ve been paying for protection for years, it’s about time that they started getting some.

My name is Alexei Maximov, and I am the protector of Shady Grove.




Hello all! This is just a one off I wrote the other day that I thought was pretty good. Let me know what you think! Good? Bad? Do you want more of this? As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful day!


Earth 2: Part 13

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Dinner passed uneventfully, similar to the next 3 months. Vanessa practiced and slightly expanded her abilities, and Paul and Jude adjusted to their new life.

Vanessa was sitting in the den with Paul and Jude after a day of training. She was sipping on some hot tea that was still just a little too hot to drink. After burning her tongue twice she decided she could give it a minute. She looked over at Paul, who was sipping his own tea. Somehow he manages to keep his hair perfect without any work, it must just naturally be like that.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Jude snickering next to him.

“What’s that?” Paul looked up from his tea.

“Nothing.” Vanessa glared at Jude and gave her tea another sip. Ow, still too hot.

“Well today was-” Paul paused for a moment. “I think I’m feeling something… Robbery at the gas station down the street from here. Be careful, Jude.”

Jude got up from his seat and headed out, before pausing and turning back. “Actually, this could be a good opportunity for you. You know, real world application.”

“Oh, I don’t know… Do you think I’m ready?” Please, please, please change your mind. I don’t know if I’m ready…

“Oh, sure, Jude went out the day his found his powers, you’ll be fine!” Paul took another sip of his tea.

“Well, I don’t want to force you into this, if you’re not ready we can-” Jude started.

“I’m ready, I can do this!” What. Have. I. Done. Did i just volunteer for this? There’s no way I’m ready! I can’t back out like this in front of Paul though… I guess I’m commited now.

“Alright then, let’s rock and roll.” Jude began to walk from the den. Vanessa looked back at Paul for a second before heading on.

Vanessa caught up to Jude and followed him down the halls, eventually reaching the garage. I wish we could’ve just waited until my suit got here, but oh well, I guess I’m doing this now.

“Even though it’s just up the road, it’ll still be a good bit quicker to drive, since you can’t fly and all.” Jude unlocked his car.

How does this thing even still run? I don’t get why he still drives this, my dad offered him a better car, and surely he could afford something better than this now… What’s that smell?

Jude got in and looked at Vanessa for a moment. “Hey, don’t worry, honestly usually these guys just give up when we get there.”

“Thanks…” Okay, they usually just give up, there’s nothing to worry about… Well, but he said usually, and with my luck that would mean today would be the day they fought.

Jude zoomed out of the gates and was at the gas station in about a minute. The pair got out of the car and headed for the entrance.

Oh god, this is happening, this is really happening. You can do this. Vanessa took a deep breath and walked into the store behind Jude.

As they entered they were greeted by a man with a gun. “Get on the ground!” He moved the gun between Vanessa and Jude.

“Okay, Vanessa.” Jude nodded at her.

Okay? What does that even mean? Does he want me to get down or do something? Vanessa slung a pink disc and knocked the gun out of the man’s hand.

“Very good!” Jude patted her on the shoulder.

The man dove for the gun, but Jude knocked him to the side with a blast of light. I can’t believe how bright that light is… Maybe I should add sunglasses to my outfit… Now’s not the time to accessorize Vanessa.

Jude and Vanessa walked towards the registers and saw another criminal.

“Okay, Vanessa, now try to knock this guy down.” He pointed at the criminal, who was now pointing his gun and yelling something unintelligible at them.

Vanessa took a deep breath. Okay, just a disk, not too hard though, don’t want to hurt him too bad. Not too soft either, though, gotta find a balance. Vanessa hurled a disk which sent the robber flying into a shelf. Okay, maybe a little hard.

“Another one bites the dust!” Jude laughed a little as he went to make sure the guys were down. “Vanessa, check on the cashier.”

Vanessa walked over to what looked like the only worker in the store at the moment. “Are you alright?”

The girl was shaking with fear. She couldn’t have been more than like 15. The girl managed a quiet nod.

“I’m Vanessa, we took care of those two guys. Everything’s gonna be just fine.”

Vanessa’s heart was still pounding when the police came and arrested the two robbers. I can’t believe I just actually stopped a crime! This is real super hero stuff! I mean, I’ve done training, but this… this is something else.

They had both gotten in the car and Jude had just pulled out of the parking lot. “You did great out there!”

“Really? Thanks!” I can’t believe it! This might be the actual best day ever.



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Month of Writing

Hello, all! This month, I am taking part in a challenge to write 10000 words in May. I plan to write a fair bit of backlog for Earth 2, but I will also likely write some other things. Earth 2 will continue to come out on Fridays, but I may post a few other things on no particular schedule. If you see something in particular that you like, let me know in the comments or the contact me page, I may do more of it.

Another fun thing about may, is that it’s my birth month! I don’t want to disclose a specific birthday, but it happens this month. Also happening in May is mothers day! No real relevance to this blog, just thought some of you could use the reminder. May 13th.

If you’d like more info about the writing challenge follow the link at the bottom of this post. Have a wonderful May, I appreciate your reading!