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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Hello, all! I’m very excited to say that I have finished writing the finale for this season, and I’m very happy with the result. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this.

I wish you the best in 2019, and I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Earth 2: Part 47

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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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I hope you had a wonderful Christmas! Fight scenes don’t exactly come naturally to me, but I felt good about this one. We’re just 3 parts away from the end of season 1! I’m very excited for the ending, and for things to come.

Happy new years!

A Small Mistake

Hello! I’m writing to let you know that earlier in the season, I made a mistake. I intended to upload Part 18, but ended up uploading an old draft of Part 19! I discovered this while transferring the bulk of what I’ve written into Scrivener. Sorry for the mistake, but it was bound to happen eventually.

Here’s the link, if you care to read the new version!

Earth 2: Part 18

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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Thanks for reading! I’ve been moving this week, so I’ve been slammed with stuff to do, but it’s finally slowing down. Just in time to get slammed by the holidays!

I’m presently also working on what happens after this season is over. Season referring to this arc of the story, and not the holidays. I don’t want to spoil anything, but I’m drafting a blog post discussing what will happen after part 50. I’m very excited about things to come!

I wish you a happy christmas, and I hope whatever you have planned goes well.

Earth 2: Part 45

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Mr. Smith found himself sweating. This one most delicate thing, had possibly exited his control, and he needed to keep a lid on this. He needed to get to Jude, before anyone else could. Jean’s message was vague and unsure, but the possibility that this plan was about to go off the rails could not be tolerated.

His contact had been very vague about what to do, but he knew he needed to find out what Jude knew, if anything. Other than that, his instructions had only been to ensure that everyone goes to solve the problem. He didn’t think that any other scenario was likely, or even possible.

He entered the foyer, and much to his surprise, saw Jean and Vanessa sitting alone. “Vanessa! How are you doing? How are you holding up?” He started to ask his next question, but caught himself. There was time to be a good father in more ways than one.

Vanessa looked down. A certain coldness surrounded her. Vanessa’s face cracked into a sea of tears, as Mr. Smith moved closer to her. Vanessa tried to control herself as much as she could. “Paul… Paul’s…” she broke out into even more tears, “Someone’s kidnapped Paul!”

Mr. Smith sat down next to her, and pulled her in close. She moved to crying into his shoulder. “Now, now. It wouldn’t make any sense to charge in ahead of the group, would it? We’ll just wait for Jude to get here.”

Jean began to mouth something, but Mr. Smith’s attention was taken away by Vanessa again. “Dad, you don’t understand. I told them to go without me. I can’t. Last time I could’ve died, but why do I feel so awful about it?” She looked up to him, with her makeup running down her face.

A decade’s worth of thoughts went through his head, all simultaneously. He had been given specific instructions to ensure everyone went, but he didn’t necessarily want his daughter charging into death. This worked better when she was confident in herself, when nothing he could say would ever change her mind. It came to him what he needed to do.

“Vanessa, darling, look at me.” He made a pause for emphasis. “Not long ago, I couldn’t bare to see my baby girl charging off into superhero battles. I was terrified for you. But now, I’ve seen you work at it. For about 3 months, you’ve worked your ass off every day, until you proved to be strong. That feeling you get, is what heroes have. No matter what the cost, they have to act. Firefighters, policemen, human rights activists, and now you.

“I am more than confident in you. You have everything you need. You’re a hero now, and I need to let you go. You’ve made that so much easier, by showing me how insanely capable you are.” He paused a moment to gauge her response. Her crying turned into a look of resolve. “Now go out there, and kick some ass!”

Vanessa looked down again for a moment. Her tears stopped, if for a moment. Her face contorted, and her clenched fist turned white at the knuckle. Suddenly, she looked Mr Smith in the eye, with a steely look that even cut him to the bone. “I’m going to get Paul.”

Mr. Smith was caught off guard by that look. This didn’t sit right. He debated calling after her, but decided against it. He watched as she went out of the room.

“Very good, sir.” Jean nodded.

He stared off towards where Vanessa had gone out. It took him a moment to register that Jean had spoken. “Thanks, Jean, I tried. Now, I need you to ensure that nobody who knows anything can say anything. Go with her, and keep this contained. Call me as soon as anything changes.” He patted his shoulder. “Oh, and Jean? Keep my girl safe.”

He watched on, as Jean exited the room. His phone, as if on cue, began to vibrate. He pulled it out and pressed answer. “Felix, everything is under control on my end. I’ve done all I can.”

“Very good.” Felix entered. “I will be watching.” The call clicked to an end.



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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it. I hope you’ve had a lovely week, and continue to have a lovely weekend. We’ve crossed the threshold into holiday season, so I do hope you’re holding up alright. I had a lot of help this week from my friend, and I desperately needed it. If you’re reading this, thanks James!

Earth 2: Part 44

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Anastasia sat in the foyer as Jean looked her over. Vanessa sat on the bench across from her. She had run the whole way here, and her chest felt like it was tightening. Her hands were shaking, no matter how hard she tried to steady them. She had finally begun to catch her breath, when Jean stood up.

“Alright, there doesn’t appear to be any kind of major injury.” He rested his hand on her shoulder. “Now that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t see a physician when this is all over.” He leaned towards her ear and whispered, “Just breathe.”

“Thanks Jean…” She tried to focus on breathing, and it helped a little. She heard the door open and slam shut. Jude stepped into the foyer, clad in his Dayspring uniform.

“Have you found Paul?” He looked between the three of them. His expression was completely focused.

“Yes, they’re located in the sewers.” Jean pulled out his phone, and tapped on it for a moment. “I’ve sent the location to your cell.”

“Alright, thanks.” He looked down for a moment, and his expression softened. He looked between Anastasia and Vanessa. “Alright, this is different than anything you guys have done yet, especially you, Anastasia. I understand if you don’t want to come, but I’m going to get Paul.”

Anastasia didn’t have to think about it. “I’m going with you.” She stood up.

Vanessa stared down at the floor, and her eyes went wide. She ran her hand through her hair and looked up. She had tears in her eyes, and she stuttered for a moment. “I… Can’t.” Jean stepped in and placed his hand on her back.

“Alright.” Jude turned without hesitation. “Let’s go, Anastasia.”

Anastasia looked back for a moment. She debated doing something, maybe she could give her a pep talk? Vanessa had been nothing but horrible to her, but then again maybe she did deserve some of it. She locked eyes for a moment. She hoped that moment of eye contact could say everything she didn’t have time to, and Vanessa’s brief smile said it might’ve. She followed Jude out the door.

Jude pulled out his phone, looked at it for a moment, nodded, and put it away. “Okay, I know where we’re going. It’ll be quickest if I fly us there, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay.” She placed her arm around Jude’s neck, and he lifted her by her back and knees. His chest was firm, and his arms strong.

“Hold on.” He said, before taking off.

The jolt of the takeoff startled her, and the air rushed through her hair. She looked down at the city, secure in his arms. It was like nothing else she had ever seen. The buildings flew by, and the people and the cars were like miniatures. Being a short distance, the flight came to an end too soon.

Jude touched down in a sketchy looking alley, next to a manhole. He gently released Anastasia, and her arm lingered around his neck.

They maintained awkward eye contact for a moment, before Anastasia removed her arm. “Why didn’t you try to talk Vanessa into coming?”

“This is high stakes, I don’t want her to be here if she’s not ready.” He moved over by the manhole. The cover was already slid off to the side. “Okay, are you ready?”

She nodded, and he began to float down. She took a last breath of fresh air, and began to climb down behind him.



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Earth 2: Part 43

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Jamal took a deep breath; he had made his decision. “Everyone come here!” He shouted, and his voice echoed throughout the whole sewer.

He paced around the pile, as he waited for everyone to gather. He tried to think about what he was going to say, but it wasn’t easy. He was pretty sure everyone would leave, and he could understand them. If he were in there shoes, he would totally leave.

People trickled in, until about twenty depressed looking men stood around Jamal. He stepped onto a box, and looked out over everything. He took a deep breath and began.

“Alright, so there’s been a change in plans. A robbery was one thing, but a kidnapping…” He found himself wringing his hands, “They’re gonna be pissed.”

“Well, that’s not our fault.” Boris crossed his arms.

“It doesn’t matter whose damned fault it was!” He sighed and shook his head. He took a deep breath and collected himself. “Okay, look. Dayspring and them are gonna find us down here, without a doubt. When they do, they’re gonna rain down hell on us. It’s not gonna be pretty.”

“Well, why aren’t we running?” Jeremiah looked more nervous than the rest of the guys. He was sweating, and his hands were shaky. “If we go now-”

“If we go now, they’ll just find us. Now, here’s the thing. Me and Deven, they’ve seen us, but they haven’t seen all of you guys. They don’t know you exist even.” He sighed again. He was still coming to grips with this plan, but it was all he could do. “Me and Deven are gonna stay, and so can anyone else that wants to. Just know, there’s a real chance you don’t come out of this alive.”

He watched the crowd gathered around him. Immediately, Slim turned and walked away. Jamal was honestly surprised that asshole had made it this far. This whole mess was his fault, so of course he runs away. Soon after, about two thirds of the people left. That was understandable, since they had just signed up to move some stuff, half of them weren’t even at the mansion. People then started to break off one by one, some with a handshake or hug, and some with just a pained look. After a bit, it was him, Deven, and Jeremiah.

Jamal couldn’t believe it. He said anyone who wants to, but he didn’t think it would be him. “Jeremiah, man, you’ve got a family. Don’t do this.”

“I helped make this mess, now it wouldn’t be right to leave.” A tear fell down his cheek, or it could’ve been more sweat.

“Dude, Deven and I don’t have an out. You? You could still leave.” He put his hand on Jeremiah’s shoulder.

“I can’t go back to them after this.” There was hurt in his eyes. “Those kids are young enough to be my kids. I won’t be able to look at myself in the mirror knowing that I left you to clean up after my mess. I’ll reap what I’ve sown.”

Jamal couldn’t help but to hug him. He patted his back, and let go. Deven walked over and gently put his arms around Jeremiah.

Jamal knew he couldn’t just let Deven go. Dayspring would find him, and if they didn’t someone else would. They’d take advantage of him. No, this was what he had to do. This was the only way to get Deven out of this okay. He had a plan.

“Alright then, here’s what we’re gonna do.”



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Hello, all! Hope you enjoyed. I’m coming up on finals week, so not much to say as far as news. Don’t worry though, it won’t affect upload schedule. Thanks for reading. See you next time!