Earth 2: Season 2: Part One

The Present


Paul sat down in his barely cushioned seat, and stuck his legs out towards the aisle. All around him people were chattering, he could hear a baby crying in the background. It smelled like sweat already, despite people having only just boarded. Overall unpleasant, but he figured it was about what he payed for, so he couldn’t complain too much.

He could faintly hear Anastasia’s steady breathing. He concentrated on it, and tuned everything else out. Something regular, something consistent, something… pleasant. It would be a nice change of pace, he could use some distance from home. After all, that was at least part of the reason why he left.


A Few Months Ago


Paul was sitting across the table from Jude, in their living room. Jude had a few papers and a half opened laptop in front of him, but he stared forwards and cocked his head at Paul. “So, you got a vision, and now you need to go to Turkey? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“Well, I mean, there’s a little more to it than that, but yeah, that’s the gist. I’ve gotta go to that monastery.” Paul nodded.

“And you think these monks are going to fix your sight?” Jude shut his laptop all the way.

“I mean, I guess I don’t know, but I definitely think they’re telling me to go.”

“The doctors said that was impossible. Don’t you think that sounds a little farfetched?”

“Jude, you’re a literal super hero. Are you going to try to tell me that healing monks is still ‘farfetched’?”

“I suppose that’s fair, but still…” Jude shook his head. “I just don’t know.”

“Jude. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I don’t like being blind. I’ve gotten used to it; I’ve come to terms with it, but I hate it.” Paul started, Jude tried to interrupt, but Paul kept on going. “I came to terms with it because it was a fact, and there was nothing I could do about it. If there’s even a snowball’s chance in hell that some magic monks in Turkey can give me my sight back, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.” Paul slammed his fist on the table.

Jude was silent for a moment, and nodded his head. “I’m not going to try to stop you.” Jude spoke calmly. “I am trying to get you to slow down and consider details, so that if you go, you’ll be fine.”

“Sorry…” Paul slumped back in his chair. “I just finally have a ray of hope.”

“So let’s get some details ironed out, yeah?”

“Alright, yeah. Let’s get planning.”

“Paul?” Anastasia nudged him.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” He had completely zoned out. Probably didn’t help much that he was already on some sleeping meds for the flight.

“I was saying, how I was really glad you brought me along.” She leaned on him and laughed a little. “I’ve never been on a vacation before.”

“Well, I’m glad to be here for your first.” Paul paused, “I couldn’t exactly go waltzing into Turkey alone though, could I?”

Paul stood in Anastasia’s doorway. The smell of nail polish filled the air, and some soft guitar cover played in the background.

“Oh! Hey Paul!” There was a click, and the music cut out. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, actually…” He walked into the room, and narrowly avoided stubbing his toe. “Do you have a second to talk?”

“Yeah, sure!” She jumped up, and guided him to a chair. “What’s up?”

“So, I’m going to be going away soon. To Turkey.” He hesitated. “There’s a monastery, and I think I might be able to get my sight back.”

Anastasia was silent for a moment. “Wow.” Her voice carried a tone of disappointment, but she franticly added on, “I mean, that’s great. You could get you sight back!”

“I wanted to ask… If you would come with me?”

Anastasia choked for a moment in surprise. “You want me to come to Turkey with you?”

“Yeah, I mean, it would work. I can’t very well go on my own, and it would be a great chance to get away from it all, and take a break.”

“I don’t know…” She hesitated, “That sounds expensive.”

“I could pay for it all. I’ve saved up a good bit of money. My expenses are pretty low.”

She went silent again. “What about Vanessa? What would she think?”

“I don’t care what Vanessa thinks. I need this…” He shook his head. “And I just don’t know how I feel about her right now. That’s kinda one of the things I want to get away from.”

“You’re sure? I mean, just with the money, and Vanessa, and everything else…”

“I’m more sure of this than I have been of anything in a while.” He sighed. “But if you don’t wanna go-”

“No, no, no! I want to go!” She wrapped her arms around him. “I just get weird about people giving me things…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Paul laughed. “Besides, while I’d have to go with someone. While I like Jean, I think it would be kinda weird to go on vacation with him.”

Anastasia broke out laughing. “Are you sure? It might turn into, like a spy movie or something. Some kind of heist of the century.”

Paul looked seriously off into the distance. “It’s the perfect crime! They’d never suspect the blind guy!”



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Earth 2: Season 1 Epilogue

A man sat crosslegged on a white rug, in a dark room. Scattered around him were open notebooks and writing instruments. There were several low lamps, shining down on the pages, but not onto him. His black robes contrasted with his pale white skin. His brown hair flowed over his ears, and collected behind his shoulders. He looked as though he hadn’t shaven in a week. He arched his fingers and closed his eyes, as if he was praying.

His eyes shot open, and he immediately began to sift through his notebooks. Once he found the correct one, he began to write.

Vanessa murders Jamal, likely for perceived kidnapping of Paul. Her construct was red this time. Will follow up. Unless proven wrong, arrangements will be made for justice. Still need one more low profile super for Takeo.

-F. Weston

He capped his pen, and laid it on the notebook. He sighed, and closed his eyes again. After a few moments, he opened them again, and scrambled for a different notebook. He scribbled down a name.

Ashley Dodson: F Atlanta, 20ish, enchantment powers?



Jean stood over Jamal in the sewer. His breathing could still be heard, which made for a slight problem. He got out his phone and dialed Mr. Smith. It rang for a moment, before someone picked up.

“Hello? Is it done?” Mr. Smith asked.

“Well, there’s a complication.” Jean hesitated. “The injury wasn’t fatal. He could likely pull through. What should we do?”

“Him surviving wasn’t a part of the plan. Take care of him.” The phone clicked off, as Mr. Smith hung up.

Jean looked down at Jamal once more. He turned away, and knelt down to pick up his gun. He turned back, and leveled his gun.




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Jamal collapsed to the ground, and, for a moment, all was silent.

The silence was shattered by a quiet gasp for air, followed by a low groan. Jude and Anastasia rushed over to his side, and knelt down by him. Vanessa remained silent, with her shaking hand still outstretched.

Deven stared down at his friend, and took a slow step forwards. “Jamal?”

Jean burst into the room, pistol at the ready. He stopped in his tracks, and surveyed the room. Without a word, he holstered his pistol, and ran to Jamal. He pushed Jude and Anastasia out of the way, and lifted Jamal’s shirt over the wound. He threw off his jacket, ripped off his shirt, and set about fashioning a bandage. A moment passed. Everyone looked in anticipation, as Jean opened his mouth to speak. “I’ve done all I can. He doesn’t have long.”

Everyone was quiet.

“Jude.” Jamal groaned. He waited for him to return to his side before continuing. “Take care of Deven. I’m all he has.” Tears welled in his eyes, as he added on a final word. “Please.”

Jude glanced up at Deven, and then at Paul. He nodded his head. “I will.”

“Promise.” His lip quivered and his voice was noticeably weaker.

“I promise.” Jude took Jamal’s shaky hand in his own, and shook.

“Thank you…” Jamal looked over towards Deven, and waved him forwards. Jude stepped out of the way to let him near. He sighed and wiped his tears, as Deven approached.

“Jamal?” Deven’s voice was wavering now.

“Hey buddy.” His voice seemed a little stronger now, but he grimaced as he spoke. “I have to go away now. I’m not gonna be able to stay with you anymore.”

“No…” Deven whimpered.

“It’s gonna be okay though. Jude is gonna take care of you.” He forced a smile, but it was short-lived.

Deven’s went blank for a second, but then his face contorted, as he came to grips with reality. “No!” He shouted, and slammed his fists into the ground, leaving behind impressions in the concrete. He began to bawl. “No, no, no!”

“Deven, buddy. Hey.” His voice was much weaker again. “You’ve grown up. You don’t need me anymore. Jude will be way better for you than me.”

“I don’t want you to go…” He laid his head on Jamal’s shoulder, and Jamal rubbed his back.

“I know, but you’re strong enough to let me.” He smiled weakly, as tears flowed down his face. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you, man.”

“I love you too…”

“I need you to be strong for me, can you do that?” He turned his head to look Deven in the eyes, and was met with an eager nod. “I need you to go with Jude, and listen to him. He knows what’s good for you. He’s a good guy, and remember, the good guys always win.”

“The good guys always win…” Deven nodded and stood up, but didn’t take his eyes off of Jamal. “The good guys always win…”

“Jude, don’t leave him…” He whispered. His face went slack, but he was still gasping for breath.

Jude looked to Jean, who nodded. “You should go. Take the others back home. There’s a doctor there for Paul.” He motioned for Jude to come close. “Nobody speaks of what happened to anyone outside of the house.”

Jude nodded, and walked over to Paul, who seemed to be semi-conscious, but not saying anything. He scooped his friend into his arms. Jude went for the way they had come in. He looked to Deven, who fell in line behind him, but looked over his shoulder the whole way. He cast one last glance at Jamal before heading out.

Anastasia lingered for a moment, opened her mouth to speak, and decided against it. She turned to see Vanessa, who stood, mouth hanging open, in the same spot she had been since she threw the disc. Anastasia hesitated for a moment, but placed her arm around Vanessa’s neck. Vanessa jumped, but after a moment embraced her.

The pair released their embrace, and followed Jude, Paul, and Deven out of the sewer.



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Earth 2: Part 49

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Vanessa gripped the roof handle of the car, as Jean flew around a curve and squealed to a halt. They had made it to the sewer, likely not too far behind Jude and Anastasia. She jumped out of the car, and looked around. Light rain fell onto her uniform. There was a manhole, with the cover thrown to the side. She looked behind her, and saw Jean getting out of the car.

“Don’t wait for me! Go!” Jean shouted, as he clambered out.

Vanessa hesitated for a moment, but her resolve held. She descended the grimy ladder, and found herself ankle deep in sewer water. It was dark and the smell was horrendous, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her. Electrified had taken Paul and humiliated her, and she wasn’t going to let him win this time.

She took off running, not checking to see if Jean was still behind her. The smell faded relatively quickly, and an aura of determination took its place. She hadn’t been going for long when she came across a man lying in her path. He was a large middle aged man, and was completely soaking wet. He wasn’t with her or Jude, so he must be with them. His chest was bloody, but he seemed to be moving. A swift kick to the head knocked him out… Probably.

She felt uneasy, as she stepped over him. The thought entered her mind that he could’ve been just some guy, but she pushed it back. He was injured, which meant he put up a fight, which meant he was no good. The uneasiness was pushed back with a tidal wave of anger. Electrified and his whole crew could die for all she cared. They preyed on the weak, like that man who had attacked her a few months ago, and they were standing between her and Paul.

She took off running towards a light. She sprinted the whole way there, and came to a halt as she entered into a much larger room. Jude ducked out from behind a pile of stuff, which upon further inspection proved to be her stuff, and a blast of lightning narrowly missed him. He didn’t notice her, or if he did, he didn’t acknowledge her entrance.

She ran forwards between piles and saw Electrified, Metal Man, and Paul. Paul leaned against a wall, motionless. She took a stance and readied a pink disk. She was stopped in her tracks, by a familiar portrait of her great grandfather. Once again, its eyes looked into her soul. She faltered for a moment. Before she could think, Electrified jumped back, and lighting hurtled towards her. Only this time, she didn’t freeze. There was a loud explosion as lightning bounced off of a large pink wall, into a pile of junk, followed by the shattering of ice on concrete.

She stared at Electrified, and time froze. Her whole body shook with anger. This was the man who robbed banks, and used innocent people as hostages. The was the man who put her in the hospital, and nearly killed her. This was the man who abducted her boyfriend, no doubt for leverage. This was the man who just tried again to kill her. This was no man, this was an animal, and his reign of terror had come to an end.

She hurled a red disk, full of anger and revenge at him. This was for Paul, for her, and for all of the people who were tired of being pawns in someone else’s game.

The disk sliced into his abdomen, and he fell to the floor.




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Earth 2: Part 48

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Anastasia looked down at the man she had just defeated. She felt like she should know who he was, but she couldn’t quite recall. He was nothing special, a large balding man laying on the ground of an old sewer, but he just stood there and took it. Victory didn’t feel quite how she had expected it to. She felt almost a little sick.

“Good work. Let’s move.” Jude patted her on the shoulder, and brought her back to reality.

She turned her attention to the way they had been going. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, literally. She cast one last glance down at the man, before running off towards it.

Jude flew alongside her. “We can’t be sure if what he was saying was true, but unless it becomes necessary, I don’t want to use my powers for now. The sewer gas could blow us all up.” He glared forward as he flew. “Besides, he’s seen my powers. He hasn’t seen yours.”

“Okay…” Anastasia felt unsure, but Jude’s urgency pushed her onwards. Her thoughts went back to her previous fight, and how her ice had seemed to do nothing to him. It melted away before it could hit him. She wondered if she could actually do this. She moved her thoughts to Paul.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret, just keep your head.”

His words echoed through her mind. She wondered if that previous fight had been what he was talking about, if that was what she would regret.

“Keep your head.”

She needed to focus on the task at hand. She focused on running. As she approached the light, she saw the hall abruptly open into a much larger room. The floor was piled with things. As they neared, she was able to identify many of them as things she had seen in the house. They entered into the opening, and immediately felt uneasy. All that could be heard was the distant sound of running water.

Jude looked to her, and gestured for her to wait for him. He began to hover over the rubble, and all was silent. The tension in the air was palpable. There was a sudden crack, and lightning arced over Jude’s head, leaving a black mark on the wall. Jude quickly ducked down behind the junk, and everything was silent again. He locked eyes with Anastasia, and gestured for her to move in quietly, before taking off.

“Enough is enough. Give me my friend back, and face justice.” Jude soared over behind a different pile, barely avoiding another blast.

“I can’t do that, man!” His footsteps echoed through the room.

Anastasia used this to begin her advance. She skirted around one of the larger piles, until she was more or less opposite of where she thought Jude was, and peaked out from behind.

She saw Paul’s captors standing a few feet off of him. Paul was sat up against a wall, not seeming to be awake. Electrified’s gaze darted back and forth between various piles, but mostly stayed on the ones near Jude, while Metal Man just seemed to stand there. Most importantly, their backs were turned. She was unsure what her powers would do to Metal Man, but she felt confident she could take out Electrified.

“Then you’ve left me no choice.” Jude’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“I didn’t want this! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!” Electrified clenched his fists and turned to where the voice came from. Jude popped out and he barely missed him with another blast.

She had a clean and easy shot to take care of him, and he would deserve it too. The asshole who knocked her out, tried to kidnap her, and succeeded in kidnapping her friend, would be no more. She wound up, but began to feel uneasy.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret, just keep your head.”

She knew what she needed to do, but didn’t know if it was right. Without time for thinking, she wound up and took her shot.



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Jeremiah stood in the trench of a sewer tunnel. It was dark, but with enough time he had acclimated. Water flowed past his feet, up to his ankles. It had taken a lot of effort to get even that much, and sweat flowed down his face. It still smelled bad, but his nose had grown accustomed to it.

His heart was racing. He knew this was wrong, he knew it from the start, but he needed the money. He thought things were gonna be set, but now everything was ruined. For a moment, he blamed Slim, but that moment passed. While he still hated him, this situation was his own fault. Jamal had put on a brave face, but he couldn’t have thought this would work. Even if everything worked out on Jamal’s end-

His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. They were coming. They weren’t even thirty seconds off. He had thought his heart was racing before, but now it was in overdrive. He stretched his arms, and took a firm stance.

Before he had anticipated, a hovering figure emerged from the darkness. “Step aside.”

“S-Sewer gas!” Jeremiah stuttered. “You can’t light up, or it’ll explode!” His knees were shaking. Even he wasn’t convinced. While it was possible, it was highly unlikely that anything would explode.

Another figure caught up with the first, this one walking. The hovering man began to glow faintly, just enough to light the area. His dark skin contrasted with his white robes and the light emerging from him. “Last warning. Anastasia?” Dayspring gestured his companion forwards.

Jeremiah’s heart sank, as he recognized her face. This was the girl from the mansion. He took a step back. “P-please. I don’t want to-” He felt his ankles growing cold and stiff. He noticed crystals of ice forming, and promptly melted them.

“Then step aside.” She looked down at his feet with confusion, then back up at him.

“I can’t. Please, just-”

He was cut off by a sphere of ice. The girl had pitched it at him. He melted it, mid-flight. Cold water splashed over his front. His whole body was shaking now. He wasn’t made for this. This was all wrong. He took another step back.

They repeated the song and dance several more times, each yielding the same result. He needed to do something, but he couldn’t bring himself to advance on her. She paused her assault, and they locked eyes. He wondered if she recognized him.

He needed to press, but still couldn’t. It wouldn’t be making it right. It would be making the same mistake again. He didn’t care what would happen. He would stay defensive, and stall for time.

He saw her body tense, as she drew back. She hurled another ball of ice. This one was bigger than all the last. He squinted, and felt the cold water spray over him again.

This was followed by a sharp pain in his chest. There was a crunch. The breath was knocked out of his lungs, and he fell backwards. He felt the impact of his head on the brick floor, but not the pain he had expected. Everything began to go hazy. His chest stang where he had been struck.

Water rushed over his face, and he tried to sit up. He was met with intense pain in his sternum. He caught a glimpse of the girl’s face, and knew he had made the right call.

He felt himself being lifted from the water, and everything went black.



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Earth 2: Part 46

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Paul awoke on a cold hard floor. Immediately he noticed the smell of sewer gas, and almost gagged. Wherever he was was lit and vaguely brown. He felt a dull throbbing pain in his head, as he sat up against something hard.

Suddenly, he saw a large room. The walls were made from tan bricks, and in the center was a large pile of stuff. His view rounded the corner of the pile, and there he saw Jude standing next to Anastasia. The seemed to be talking to a black man, who was leaned up against the wall. His vision flickered, and the man had a large gash in his side. It was pouring blood. The man locked eyes with Paul, and he found himself back wherever he was before.

“Shit…” Paul muttered. He had hoped his warning to Anastasia would be enough, but it wasn’t. “Electrified!” His voice echoed through the room.

Footsteps echoed in answer. “You’re awake.” A man said from his right.

“Is that you?” Paul looked over, and could faintly recognize a humanoid shape. His vision had definitely deteriorated.

“The one and only.” He didn’t have the enthusiasm that Paul had imagined, maybe he had realized what was going to happen.

“Okay, you’re the last hope. You’re the only one that can stop this. You need to surrender, put up the white flag.”

He laughed, “Sorry, I can’t do that. Besides, they haven’t found me yet.”

Paul’s heart sank, he’d had a faint hope that he would listen, but he couldn’t give up that easy. “Listen dude, as of right now, this goes only one way. You dying. I get visions, and trust me, that’s what happens.”

“And what would you have me do? Turn myself in? Throw Deven into prison?” He began to raise his voice.

“Go anywhere else besides here. Run away, start a new life, whatever. Just don’t do this.” Paul pleaded. He couldn’t let Anastasia kill him, he had to convince him.

“Look, I’ve thought this through. This is the only way I can get out of this on top. If I run away, he’ll find me. You know he will.” He paused for a moment, and the figure crouched down near Paul. “Look, this wasn’t a part of the plan. We aren’t good people, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go down. One mistake and it all goes to shit.”

“I could make a deal with them. You could get off easy. They might let your friend go.” He reached his hand over towards him, and found his shoulder. “Deven, right? Is that the metal guy?”

“They won’t make a deal, I’m not willing to hang this on a might. I might die, sure, but he’ll be fine. If I win, we’ll make our getaway, and never be seen again. If I lose… Well I have a plan for that too.” He sat down on the ground next to Paul.

“Please… You will die, and I can’t just let that happen.” He had to be careful of what he said. He didn’t want to tell him who kills him, since he might take care of the problem.

“I appreciate the concern, but you didn’t just let it happen. There is nothing you could do to convince me.” He patted Paul’s shoulder. “I have one job here, and that’s to take care of Deven. I already screwed up, and I’m gonna make sure he’s okay. Me? I’m just an afterthought.”

Paul felt tears welling up. “I’m scared of what will happen to her if she kills you.” His heart skipped a beat, as he realized he was confiding in a wanted felon.

Electrified was silent for a moment. “In your vision… Is Deven okay?”

“Yeah. I think so.” He sniffled. “Electrified?”

“My name’s Jamal.” He chuckled. “You guys gave me the worst name ever.”

“Jamal, good luck.” Paul’s heart sank as he realized that he had failed. Nothing he could do would change this outcome, and Anastasia would become a murderer. Even knowing the end of the story, he still wasn’t good enough.

His headache came back, and he felt suddenly tired.



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