Earth 2: Part 37

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Jeremiah’s heart was pounding. At least, it would’ve been if he wasn’t consciously regulating his pulse to keep his cool. Jamal had said there weren’t people here, but as evidenced by the slamming in this room, Jamal was wrong. Jeremiah decided to assume that Jamal was wrong rather than lying to him.

“You gonna move so I can pick this lock?” Slim’s grating voice brought him back to reality.

Jeremiah moved to the side, and let Slim work. Had he known he would be partnered with Slim, he wouldn’t have taken the job, but Jamal kept that a secret until he had already committed.

“Done.” Slim removed a couple of sticks from the lock, and turned the handle.

Their progress was short lived, as the door slammed into something wooden on the other side. Whoever was on the other side had the good sense to barricade the door.

“C’mon, let’s just leave them be.” He didn’t sign up for these kinds of felonies. Stealing a little money from some rich guy is one thing, but what were they even gonna do with whoever was in there?

“For all we know, the shiniest thing in this house is behind this door. You gonna grow a pair and help me or not?” Slim put his shoulder to the door, but as his name implied, it didn’t do much.

Jeremiah shook his head and pushed the door open. On the other side of the door, he saw a table pushed against it. He looked around, but there wasn’t anything particularly nice. Just a lot of furniture, and a TV. Sure the TV is nice, but it’s not exactly a treasure trove. There were two more doors, one opened and one closed. Assuming the people here were smart, Jeremiah checked the closed door, and it was barricaded too.

Jeremiah walked over to the open door and peeked his head in. He sighed with relief, as he saw there was nobody in there. On the other hand, there really wasn’t anything worthwhile in here. There was a mannequin, which was weird, but there was nothing on it. He figured it might be worth coming back to, but he would decide that once he had cased the rest of it.

“Water boy! You scared or something?” Slim’s voice rang into the room.

Jeremiah returned into the larger room, and saw Slim wielding a broken table leg. “You’re gonna kill someone with that.”

“Just get the door open, Mr. Morality. This one’s blocked too.” He gestured towards it and stepped back.

Jeremiah gave the door a push, and it budged slightly. He peered through the crack; a normal kitchen chair barred it. While it was an effective way to block a door, no wooden chair was a match for a moderately overweight middle aged man. Jeremiah put his full weight on it, and there was a mighty snap, as the door swung open.

Time froze for a moment, as he stepped into the room. A teenage girl hid on the other side of the bed. This could be his daughter. He was terrorizing a kid. This was not part of the deal, and that deal had been getting worse by the minute. He then noticed a hunk of ice hurtling at him, but he melted it in the air.

There was a splash as the water hit the ground. Jeremiah was greeted by three more icicles in rapid succession, but quickly melted them. It looked like this girl had powers too. He needed to end this. “Stop, please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

The projectiles stopped, and all he could hear was their heavy breathing. He was almost pushed to the ground, as Slim plowed past him, and leapt over the bed brandishing his table leg. He almost connected with his target, but another person put himself right in the path. The boy slumped down on the bed.

“No!” The girl shouted and stood to her feet. She tried to fire more ice, but Jeremiah melted it immediately.

Jeremiah pulled Slim away, much to his protest. “If you don’t take that girl out, I will ruin you! I’m talking wife and kids!”

Jeremiah stared into the eyes of a scared little girl, and thought of his wife. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them she was soaking wet and unconscious.

Jeremiah hung his head. “Okay, what do we do with them?” He sat down on the bed.

“Well, they’ve seen us now. Not to mention we assaulted them. They go on the truck.” Slim got to his feet, and started to pick up the girl. “Unless you want felony charges that is.”

 


 

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Earth 2: Part 36

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Anastasia was sitting in Paul’s room, after Vanessa had left. She was playing around on Paul’s phone, and found the lack of entertaining options disappointing. A punk song played through Paul’s speaker system. Vanessa had been gone for a bit, but her perfume still lingered. Vanessa had seemed actually nice to her this time, then again, she had been wrong before.

Her reflections were interrupted by Paul coming out of the bathroom, and his walker creaking along the floor. She put his phone in her pocket for the time being. He was dressed in black slacks with a crimson button up. His hair was still messed up, though. “What do you think? Still like it?”

“Definitely. Just one more thing.” She got up from her chair and walked over to him. She ran her fingers through his hair. She moved her hands along his bangs, tucking them in along each other. She swept the rest of his hair to the side. She lingered for a moment, before removing her hand. “There we go!”

“I’ll take your word from it.” He laughed and fell back onto the bed.

“Don’t lay down in the shirt! You’ll get it dirty and wrinkled!”

“Fine,” Paul sighed. He got up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing an undershirt underneath. He hung his shirt, then flopped back down onto the bed. “Happy?” He smirked.

“Yes.” Anastasia laughed. “Alright, I think you’re all set.” She sat down next to him on the bed.

“So-” Paul started, but he was interrupted by a loud crunch followed by a bang from outside. “What was that?”

Anastasia got up and walked over to the window, and peeked through the blinds. Outside she saw at least four men. One of them she recognized to be Metal Man, standing next to the discarded door. Her heart sank. “Paul, there’s a bunch of people. I think they’re breaking in, and I think one of them is Metal Man.”

“Shit…” He thought for a second. “We need to hide.”

“I’m gonna barricade the door!” She ran into the living room, and locked the door. She looked around the room for anything she could move, but almost everything in here was way too heavy for just her to move. Her eyes settled on a small four person table. It wasn’t much, but maybe it would hold them off for a second.

She tried to lift it, but it was a little too heavy and wide. She started to push it across the room, but as she did so, one of the legs made a loud skidding noise. Her heart sank, and she heard footsteps coming this way. She threw subtlety to the wind, and slammed the table against the door.

She grabbed one of the chairs that had been at the table, and barred Paul’s bedroom door with it. She saw Paul slide off of the bed, onto the floor of the side opposite to the door, and hunkered down next to him. “Okay, maybe that’ll hold…”  She tried to catch her breath, and leaned over onto his shoulder.

“It’ll be fine…” Paul put his arm around her. As he did so, he tensed up and his head fell back onto the bed. She could feel his heart pounding and his breath racing. After a moment, he looked back to her. “Okay… It’ll be okay… Anastasia, you need to keep your head. Don’t do anything you’ll regret, just keep your head. You’ll know what I’m talking about, there’s not time. Just promise me.” He took her hand.

As she held his hand, she could feel it shaking a little. She looked into his eyes, and saw a tear forming. “Okay. I promise.” She embraced him, and he wrapped his other arm around her. It was silent except for their breathing.

 


 

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Earth 2: Part 35

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Jamal sat in the cab of Jim’s moving truck. The truck rumbled and bounced along the highway.

“Your destination is on the right.” Jamal’s phone said, before he turned it off.

“Alright then. We’ll be in and out in no time Jim. Just swing down this service road and nobody will suspect a thing.”

Jim swung the truck down the road and put it in park. Jamal slid open the back door of the trailer and his motley crew stumbled out.

“You can ride in the back next time.” Slim jumped down from the truck and staggered over to a bush, he bent over for a moment before getting back up.

“Alright boys, you know the drill. I’ll take care of security systems, you lay low until I get back.” Jamal took off towards the side door.

Jamal really hadn’t taken the time to appreciate how nice this mansion was while he was casing it. The attention to detail was really there. He walked through a lovely garden on his way to the security keypad, and felt like Deven would love it. It even had a nice sturdy bench that could probably even bare Deven’s weight. Enough gardening, no time for that.

Jamal slowly approached the keypad and took a deep breath. He still didn’t like running on wires, but he knew he’d need to. Jamal took off the casing and touched the corners of the circuitry. His heart raced as his body turned to electricity and he ran along the circuitry. He first knocked out the cameras, then the door and window alarms, finally he looped a current to send a ‘just fine’ signal.

Jamal gasped for air as he popped out of the system where he had previously been standing. He felt like he had run several marathons in the course of thirty seconds. After he had caught his breath he went back to where his crew was standing.

“Alright, securities out, we still have a physical lock on the door though. Deven, you got it?”

“Sure. I can take off the door.” Deven said walking through the garden. He paused a moment to pick a rose, then with the rose in one hand, he ripped off the door with his other, then gently sat it down.

Jamal stepped through what remained of the doorway. “Alright boys! Spread out and take anything nice.” He then stepped into a side room as the rest of his gang spread out. Okay, now I just need to find out how they find out crime so quick, they must have a massive computer system somewhere, so I just need to find that. Jamal looked around the room, grabbed a fistfull of cables and turned to electricity.

Jamal ran along the current. Alright, a massive computer would take massive power, so I just need to follow the current to the most power. Jamal followed the current, letting it pull him along with it, until eventually it spat him out in a dark room. Jamal concentrated, and electricity arced between his fingertips, gently lighting up the room. He looked around and saw massive towers of servers. Jackpot.

Jamal walked among them, quickly jumping through them as he walked by. Each computer providing its own stash of valuable information. Jamal found power profiles of each of the people he had faced and even a few more that he hadn’t. He stumbled upon the kid in in the wheelchair’s power profile. This kid has prophecy powers, that must be how they find us!

Eventually, he encountered a locked sector in one of the towers. He slammed away at the encryption, but it seemed to meet him at every step, no matter how much headway he made it seemed like the computer was a step ahead. I need to go deeper. Jamal’s heart was already racing, his entire body felt like pins and needles. He screamed as he went deeper and ran through the encryption, his heart felt like it might explode, and his legs were twitching. Jamal saw what the computer had hidden so well and recoiled in horror.

Jamal shot out of the computer. Sparks flew, and smoke began to pour out of it. Jamal blacked out for a moment.

When he awoke, he was unsure of how long he had been out. He looked around the room and saw that the computer he was thrown out of was charred black. He took off running along the wiring towards the exit.

 


 

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Earth 2: Part 34

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Vanessa paced around outside of Jude and Paul’s room. She knew she needed to clear the air, but that didn’t make it easy. Besides, it was obvious that Anastasia had a thing for Paul, but she couldn’t help but wonder what Paul would say about her bringing it up.

As she paced, she passed a large painting. Her great grandfather stared down at her, and his eyes pierced her soul. His military uniform was clean and crisp. The stars on his shoulders almost shined, even in a painting. He lead an army, and she couldn’t even have a hard conversation. She felt a wave of courage, and charged into battle. That is, walked over to Paul’s room.

She walked through their common area, and knocked on Paul’s open door. Paul was just sitting on his bed with headphones in. As Vanessa entered, he removed them. “Hey, Paul…”

“Hey, do you need something?”

“I just think we should talk, about the past couple of weeks.” Her nerves were fluttering. “I know I’ve been… Well, I just…” This was her chance to tell him what her issue with Anastasia was, but she was blowing it. She panicked for a moment and then sighed. “Paul, I’m sorry, I’ve been rude about Anastasia.”

“Well, thanks, but I think you should probably apologize to her for that.”

“Well, it’s not just that… I’m sorry I didn’t trust you” She hung her head. She had come here with a simple goal, and now she was just going to let it go. It probably wasn’t worth the conflict, and she probably should just trust him.

“It’s alright, come here.” He got up from his bed, and hugged her. “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t check with you. It’s your house, and you’re a major member of the team. I shouldn’t make unilateral decisions, but I’m glad you’ve come around.” He paused for a moment. “Oh! Are we still on for tonight?”

“Totally, six o’clock right?” She had hoped that they would still be on, but they hadn’t talked about it much. They hadn’t really talked much really.

“Sure, I can actually do a little bit earlier tonight. I’m not gonna go with Jude up to Gainesville today.” Paul sat back down on his bed.

“Oh, okay. I’ve got a hair appointment, so I probably can’t do much earlier than six.” She looked down at her phone, and saw that time was catching up to her. “Oh, crap! I’ve gotta go, or I’m gonna be late. See you tonight!”

“See ya!”

Vanessa went back out into the hallway. As she passed the painting again, she almost ran into Anastasia. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest, and she glanced over to the painting for a stern motivator. “Oh, Anastasia! I actually need to talk to you for a second.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you need?” She looked almost startled that Vanessa had addressed her. Maybe she had been a bit rude.

Vanessa took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I’ve been really rude lately. It’s just I had this stupid idea that you had a thing for Paul. I don’t know where I got that from. So, I’m sorry.”

Anastasia laughed nervously, and looked more startled than before. “Oh, it’s alright! Yeah, no worries here. Strictly friends!” She put on a pained smile.

“Alright, I’ve gotta run, but good talk.” Vanessa turned away, and headed for the car. While she didn’t get to talk to Paul about it, she did get to talk to Anastasia. Not to mention, she could now take some satisfaction in her being right. She did figure that she was probably safe for the time being.

 


 

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Earth 2: Part 33

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Jeremiah sat on a wooden stool in Jamal’s kitchen. Everyone was sat on both sides of the bar, with him on the end. He sipped idly on a soda, while everyone else drank beer. He didn’t like to drink, after he saw what it did to his dad. Free pizza, however, was fair game. It wasn’t even bad pizza, it looked like Jamal had sprung for the good stuff.

He had been reluctant to come over, but now that he was here, he realized he missed his old crew. Not that he had ever done any crimes, besides speeding that is. He had tried a few illegal substances, but didn’t much care for them. He felt a little sick to his stomach, as he thought about what Jamal might have in mind.

As if on cue, Jamal called them all over to the living room. Jeremiah took a slice of pizza over with him. He was standing over a table covered in blueprints and various other papers.

Jeremiah looked them over, and it looked like a large house. Possibilities ran through his mind. Perhaps a burglary, or maybe even a hit. He wondered if Jamal would try to recruit him for a hit.

“Alright, so here’s the place.” Jamal gestured to the blueprints. “You guys will follow a set path, and we’ll clear it nice and quick. We can go over specifics in a bit.”

‘Clear it’ definitely sounded like a robbery, but then again, maybe he means hunting for a person. He vaguely recalled that a few TV shows used ‘clear’ like that.

“Isn’t this a bit risky? I mean, banks are one thing, but a mansion? That mansion?” Slim asked.

“What do you mean ‘that mansion’? What’s so special about it?” Jeremiah piped up. He wasn’t sure about the relative danger between robbing banks and mansions, but the way Slim said that made him nervous. He never much cared for Slim, he was always way too intense. Jeremiah made a mental note to talk to Jamal about that.

“Alright, this is the place where Dayspring and the Pink Girl are living.” Jeremiah’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Jamal started to say more, but Jeremiah cut him off.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. We’re hitting a superhero’s mansion? That sounds like suicide!”

“You didn’t let me finish.” Jamal looked around to see if anyone else was going to interrupt him. “Tomorrow, they’ll all be out of town. Dayspring, Pink Girl, and the blind kid. The rich guy and the butler are gone too. The whole place will be empty for more than enough time. No danger.”

“Well, what if they come back early?” At least it sounded like a robbery, not a hit.

“Dude, you’re a super too! We’ve also got me and Deven. We have more supers than them, not to mention everyone else here. We can take them. Deven and I took them alone!”

Jeremiah went quiet, and let Jamal keep going. He supposed that he was a super. Even if he hadn’t used his powers to fight, it probably wasn’t that much of a leap. Not to mention he did need money. It sounded like Jamal had planned this out pretty soundly. He had a truck, he bribed security, and they had strength in numbers.

Jeremiah’s heart sank as he realized that he was about to be an accomplice in a felony. Possibly multiple, depending on how it goes.

His face must have shown it, as Jamal turned to him. “Look man, it’s just stealing some stuff from some rich guy. That’s all it is. Are you in?”

Jeremiah figured he was probably already guilty of some kind of felony just by being here and talking about it. He thought about how easy this would make starting his company, and setting his kids up for college. There was only one thing he could do. “I’m in.”

 

 

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Earth 2: Part 32

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Paul, Jude, Vanessa, and Anastasia emerged from the car, and stepped onto the curb. In front of them was a sprawling building with a large sign that read ‘Vanguard Place Mall’. They stepped through the sliding glass doors, and into the air conditioning.

The mall was bustling with people, and the group slipped into the stream of traffic. They maneuvered around varying stands of people selling everything from ice cream to drones. Jude felt strangely comfortable here, in this crowd. He was by no means a front page celebrity, but since he didn’t wear a mask, some people occasionally recognized him. In a crowd, he had a  sense of anonymity. They were eventually spat out near the food court, and sat down at a table. Jude sat across from Paul, with Vanessa and Anastasia on either side.

“So, what do you think?” Jude looked to Anastasia.

“Well, I guess we’re sitting somewhere noisy instead of at home?” Paul laughed.

Jude stifled a laugh and sighed, “I was talking to Anastasia, Paul.”

“Yeah, I’ve actually been here before.” She looked around the cafeteria. “Just once, with my mom.”

“Oh, what about your mom?” Paul asked. “You just haven’t mentioned her.”

Anastasia’s smile faded and she looked down at her lap. “Oh, um. She actually passed away.”

Paul’s face went red. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s alright.” Anastasia patted Paul on the arm. Jude stifled a laugh, as Vanessa grabbed Paul’s hand and moved over next to him. “Anyways, tell me about yourself, Jude. You said everyone had a ‘thing’, what’s yours?”

“Oh, well, I suppose besides being Dayspring…” He thought for a moment. He spent most of his time training, talking to Paul and Vanessa, or sleeping. “Well, I guess I collect comics. That’s a thing. I’m not heavy into it or anything.”

“Oh please.” He laughed and turned to Anastasia. “He has a filing system. They’re all in dust covers, and in mint condition. One time, I tried to read one, and I think if I wasn’t holding his comic, he might’ve incinerated me.”

“You folded the cover over!” Jude was laughing, but still wasn’t quite over it.

Anastasia laughed. “Okay, Paul, what’s your thing? Besides ruining Jude’s comics, that is.”

Paul thought for a moment, “Well, let’s see. I still play keyboard and bass, I write, songs and fiction, and other than that I guess I just watch movies and listen to podcasts.”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could do-” She cut herself off, and her face went crimson.

Paul turned towards her with mock indignation, “Didn’t think I could what?

“I’m sorry I didn’t meant to-” She started to stammer.

Jude couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore, and broke. “Come on, Paul. She’s new.”

Paul couldn’t contain himself either and burst out laughing. “I’m messing with you, I don’t care. I didn’t think I could still do things either for a while, but here I am. I learned and adapted.”

Anastasia buried her face in her hands and laughed. “Okay Vanessa, what about-”

Anastasia was cut off by a teenager walking by, “Dayspring!”

Jude sighed and put on a fake smile. It seemed he couldn’t just blend in with the crowd. He thought about trying to lie, but he seemed to know for sure. A lie likely couldn’t hold up to close scrutiny. “That’s me.” He got up from his seat.

The teenager walked over and stuck out his hand for a handshake. He was thin, but not scrawny. Upon further examination, he actually looked to be a little muscular. He had perfect skin, and brown hair. Dayspring shook his hand and nodded. “My name’s Nick by the way, huge fan.”

“Thanks, Nick.” Jude turned back to his friends, sat down, and hoped nobody else noticed.

 

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Earth 2: Part 31

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“Okay, now Anastasia.” Paul paced around the room. He was about to trip on a weight, but Vanessa stopped him. “We’re gonna try something more advanced.”

“Paul says that he saw you shooting ice projectiles in his vision, but let’s start with something a bit smaller than that.” Vanessa created a disk in her hand. “Both Jude and I have creation powers, we both started by just making something small. Just try to make a piece of ice in your hand.”

“Okay…” Anastasia concentrated on making a ball of ice, and in seconds, it was there. It was a perfect sphere, but the edges were rough and frosted over. She brushed off a bit of the frost and she could see through it. She tossed it in her hand for a moment, before willing it to disappear. She was speechless at how she could’ve created something like this. Up until a little bit ago, she had just been scraping by, an ordinary person with nothing special about her. Now she was a superhero. Well, a super at least.

“Very impressive, Anastasia. You’re a natural.” He laughed. “Since you did that so easily, lets move on.” He gestured to Vanessa.

“Alright, this task is simple enough. I’m going to make a target, and you try to hit it.” Vanessa produced a pink disk, and floated it over about twenty feet away from Anastasia. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Anastasia formed another ball in her hand, this one seemed easier than the last. She took aim, and chucked the ball overhand. The ball missed the target by a mile, and clanked as it bounced across the gym floor.

“Alright…” Jude began to pace around, thinking.

“Okay, try something for me.” Vanessa stepped forward. “Don’t create something and throw it, try to create it with momentum. Like this.” Vanessa leveled her arm and a disk came flying out, hit the target, and disappeared. “See how I didn’t throw it, but instead it went on its own.”

“Alright… I think I understand.” Anastasia took a step back, and leveled her arm. She concentrated, but nothing was happening. It was like she was trying to flex a completely different set of muscles. She began to get frustrated, but she paused and took a breath. She lowered her arm for a moment, but quickly raised it again. A ball of ice went flying across the room, straight into the target. The ball bounced for a bit, and then slid to a halt. “I did it!” Anastasia jumped with joy.

“Good job, Anastasia.” Jude patted her on the back. “I know that was a short training session, but that’s all we had for today. You really blew through it.” Vanessa smiled, nodded, and began to walk out of the room. Jude and Paul followed.

Anastasia ran behind to catch up. “So what do you guys do for fun around here? I mean, when you’re not training or hero-ing.”

The others stopped for a moment, and began to think. After a while, Jude spoke up. “Well, I guess we just hang out. Occasionally we go somewhere, and then we each do our own thing sometimes.”

“Well, do you guys want to do anything?” Anastasia asked.

“Well, I’ve got nothing else to do.” Paul shrugged. “You guys?”

Vanessa looked to Jude and shrugged. “Sure, I guess.”

“Cool!” Anastasia beamed. “So where to?”

“I guess we could go to the mall.” Jude said.

“Alright, I’ll get Jean to pull the car around.” Vanessa pulled out her phone and began typing away. She typed for a moment, and then began to meander towards the door with the others in tow.

 

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