Nick's eyes popped open as the loud ringing of his alarm clock hit his eardrums. Almost immediately he swung his arm over and shut it off, letting out a loud yawn before sliding out of bed. As per his morning routine, he walked over to his bathroom and brushed his teeth, greeting his parents on the way back to his room as they traversed the hallways preparing for work. Nick picked out his outfit for the day, quickly getting changed; maybe this time, finally, he would have a normal...
"...Hurry up, you've been in there forever..." Nick vaguely heard, letting out a dejected sigh.
"...Hey, you can't rush perfection..." A second voice responded to the first, both were obviously female.
"Every morning, every morning!" Nick complained to himself, angrily throwing his dirty sleeping shirt in his hamper. Those two sisters were always fighting in the morning, but keep in mind these were not Nick's sisters, they were the daughters of the couple that lived two houses down. "Seriously, just when I thought I had this under control." He sighed. Nick closed his eyes and concentrated, his hands briefly flashing purple and the sounds of the bickering sisters disappeared.
This is what Nick had to live with for the last two years, when he was fifteen he discovered he had the ability to manipulate sound waves, how, why, that's what he's been asking himself ever since. Despite having this amazing power, he did everything he could to just ignore it, only practicing with it for the sake of keeping it under control and hidden. He wanted to be normal, and for the most part he was, as long as he kept is powers under wraps, there's no reason his life had to change. Once he was finally ready, he grabbed his stuff and walked out the door, he selected a song on his phone and pressed play, leaving his earbuds disconnected and turning the volume down to 1%. This was a bit of a daily training exercise for Nick, to help him concentrate his power and keep him from hearing things he didn't want to hear. He focused and guided the soft sound waves to his ears, allowing him to fully enjoy his music. He listened like this as he sat alone on his bus to school, nobody would ever suspect that he was anything but a normal kid.
"...Hurry up, you've been in there forever..." Nick vaguely heard, letting out a dejected sigh.
"...Hey, you can't rush perfection..." A second voice responded to the first, both were obviously female.
"Every morning, every morning!" Nick complained to himself, angrily throwing his dirty sleeping shirt in his hamper. Those two sisters were always fighting in the morning, but keep in mind these were not Nick's sisters, they were the daughters of the couple that lived two houses down. "Seriously, just when I thought I had this under control." He sighed. Nick closed his eyes and concentrated, his hands briefly flashing purple and the sounds of the bickering sisters disappeared.
This is what Nick had to live with for the last two years, when he was fifteen he discovered he had the ability to manipulate sound waves, how, why, that's what he's been asking himself ever since. Despite having this amazing power, he did everything he could to just ignore it, only practicing with it for the sake of keeping it under control and hidden. He wanted to be normal, and for the most part he was, as long as he kept is powers under wraps, there's no reason his life had to change. Once he was finally ready, he grabbed his stuff and walked out the door, he selected a song on his phone and pressed play, leaving his earbuds disconnected and turning the volume down to 1%. This was a bit of a daily training exercise for Nick, to help him concentrate his power and keep him from hearing things he didn't want to hear. He focused and guided the soft sound waves to his ears, allowing him to fully enjoy his music. He listened like this as he sat alone on his bus to school, nobody would ever suspect that he was anything but a normal kid.
A man walked down the sidewalks of Chicago, trying to clear his mind. It had been a long night, stress and headaches prevailing. It was the normal routine, though. To the average human, he was, well, average. If one had super hearing, they could hear a slight whirring coming from him. This was due to his machine implants, having been inserted at 13. He had learned to accept these abilities, however. But still, it wasn't the same. He ironically had super hearing, as well. Added to the constant sound of the machines working, this wasn't really good for him. He had taught himself to ignore these things, but at times like these, it would only haunt him. His past wasn't exactly the best, either. He had been sexually assaulted at 7, while living in an orphanage. There, he was constantly bullied, and under-fed.
He shook his head. The past didn't matter anymore...
Right?
He shook his head. The past didn't matter anymore...
Right?
Julia Dawes was standing alone in a cheap hotel bathroom, practicing making faces. At the moment, she was Marcus, a young black man she had seen at the bank today. She inspected her handiwork- not too shabby. Now she just had to learn to do it faster.
Just then, Julia's watch beeped to let her know it was time for work. She Looked in the mirror one last time, flashed a grin, and released her hold on the form. Her face began to shift, shape melting back a young latina woman with mercury where her eyes should be. Julia Dawes, the most slapdash possible combination of powers anyone could have. Super-hearing, a perfect memory, weird eyes, and shapeshifting. Shapeshifting! That one was cool, a proper hero-level superpower. The memory was useful, and the eyes looked cool. But hearing? Come on. Who would want hearing for a superpower?
These thoughts running through her head, Julia changed into a casual dress, put on a pair of sunglasses, and headed out the door.
Just then, Julia's watch beeped to let her know it was time for work. She Looked in the mirror one last time, flashed a grin, and released her hold on the form. Her face began to shift, shape melting back a young latina woman with mercury where her eyes should be. Julia Dawes, the most slapdash possible combination of powers anyone could have. Super-hearing, a perfect memory, weird eyes, and shapeshifting. Shapeshifting! That one was cool, a proper hero-level superpower. The memory was useful, and the eyes looked cool. But hearing? Come on. Who would want hearing for a superpower?
These thoughts running through her head, Julia changed into a casual dress, put on a pair of sunglasses, and headed out the door.
A red haired young woman sighed as she putted her leather aviator coat on her shoulders and walked out of a giant building. She was exiting her therapist, the one her school had assigned her to for anger management. The chill wind hit her when She left the building, but it was nothing to bad. She walked down the sidewalk to her grand mother's and her house, since her parents were dead and her brothers going around the globe. She opened the door and was greeted by an elderly woman with red hair similiar to her's but with white highlights due to age. "Greetings dear. Dinner will be ready in 10, mind setting the table?" She said to her calmly. The girl just nodded and waved before setting the table and going to her room to think.
She layed on her bed and looked at the ceiling. She raised her right hand, snapping her fingers a couple times before lighting fire to the tip of her thumb. "How?.." She thought. She didnt know. Nobody told her in her family if they all had those abilities. They did share the same weird hair and eye colors althought. But then, She was snapped out of her thoughts by her grand mother calling. "Diner, dear!"
She layed on her bed and looked at the ceiling. She raised her right hand, snapping her fingers a couple times before lighting fire to the tip of her thumb. "How?.." She thought. She didnt know. Nobody told her in her family if they all had those abilities. They did share the same weird hair and eye colors althought. But then, She was snapped out of her thoughts by her grand mother calling. "Diner, dear!"
A tall, elegantly dressed, man was making his way to the hospital. He was walking exactly the same way as he had been every day for a year; a year spent he had working at a rather small hospital, which wasn't his usual scene, seeing as smaller places mean the people usually knew each other better, or wanted to know each other more, and he wasn't really interested in getting to know people too well; or, it was mostly the fact that he wasn't interested in people knowing him too well.
Still, it was a nice hospital, and he likes working there, even if it was mostly the stuff day in and day out. However, he was still trying to get used to all the usual day-to-day hospital work, with the memories of war standing far too clear in his mind.
He smiled politely at their receptionist, as he did every morning when he got in, and went to the changing room to grab his coat. He took off his suit jacket, and carefully hung it up, his dress shirt still covering his arms. He made sure that the room was empty, before switching out his leather gloves for the blue latex ones, wearing around three pairs so they properly covered his skeletal fingers and hands. He tugged carefully at his tie, and then went out to make his round.
Still, it was a nice hospital, and he likes working there, even if it was mostly the stuff day in and day out. However, he was still trying to get used to all the usual day-to-day hospital work, with the memories of war standing far too clear in his mind.
He smiled politely at their receptionist, as he did every morning when he got in, and went to the changing room to grab his coat. He took off his suit jacket, and carefully hung it up, his dress shirt still covering his arms. He made sure that the room was empty, before switching out his leather gloves for the blue latex ones, wearing around three pairs so they properly covered his skeletal fingers and hands. He tugged carefully at his tie, and then went out to make his round.
After school, Nick went into the city for work. It was a menial part time job at some electronics store, nothing special but it gave him a little pocket money. He shift ended half an hour ago, but he couldn't leave the shop until his replacement came in, he was always late, and it irritated Nick to no end. Eventually, he arrived and Nick happily packed his stuff and walked out the door.
"Seeya Greg, make sure not to break anything this time." He warned his coworker in a semiserious tone. Nick walked down the familiar streets of Chicago, he needed to get to the bus stop before the bus did, or else he would be stuck waiting another hour for the next one, and he was already running late. As he let his thoughts wonder, his powers started acting up again, but instead of a typical bickering couple of cry for help, the sound seemed to be... mechanical.
"Huh, what the..." Nick said quizzically, normally he would just ignore whatever he was hearing, but the strange sound was unfamiliar to him and grabbed his attention. At first he thought it was the mechanisms of a clock, but part of it also sounded computerized as well, a pacemaker perhaps? Nick focused and pinpointed exactly where the sound was coming from, his eyes landing on Dawson. "What the hell, the sound's coming from him?" Nick was surprised, and upon further inspection, each distinct sound he was hearing correlated to his movements. "Prosthetics?" He wondered. As much as he wanted to forget about it, the two young men were both walking in the same direction, forcing Nick to continue to wonder just what the hell he was hearing.
"Seeya Greg, make sure not to break anything this time." He warned his coworker in a semiserious tone. Nick walked down the familiar streets of Chicago, he needed to get to the bus stop before the bus did, or else he would be stuck waiting another hour for the next one, and he was already running late. As he let his thoughts wonder, his powers started acting up again, but instead of a typical bickering couple of cry for help, the sound seemed to be... mechanical.
"Huh, what the..." Nick said quizzically, normally he would just ignore whatever he was hearing, but the strange sound was unfamiliar to him and grabbed his attention. At first he thought it was the mechanisms of a clock, but part of it also sounded computerized as well, a pacemaker perhaps? Nick focused and pinpointed exactly where the sound was coming from, his eyes landing on Dawson. "What the hell, the sound's coming from him?" Nick was surprised, and upon further inspection, each distinct sound he was hearing correlated to his movements. "Prosthetics?" He wondered. As much as he wanted to forget about it, the two young men were both walking in the same direction, forcing Nick to continue to wonder just what the hell he was hearing.
He didn't quite notice the presence behind him, so he just continued walking.
He didn't consider himself powered, really. Just messed up. Some government issues turned him into what he is. A misfit, never set to meet others of his ilk. Well, that's what he thought, anyway.
He didn't consider himself powered, really. Just messed up. Some government issues turned him into what he is. A misfit, never set to meet others of his ilk. Well, that's what he thought, anyway.
Julia sat at the bus stop, looking around at the passing people. She knew instinctively which ones she had noticed before, as her memory was unusually good. The faces might come in handy later on, after all.
She liked to think that she was pretty good at seeing interactions. Those two were newly dating, that one was looking for a shop, and those two... huh. One seemed to be following the other, looking strangely interested. The one being followed didn't even seem to be aware of his tail. It seemed... suspicious. She kept an eye on the two from her spot, watching for any signs of trouble. After all, she had superpowers. She wasn't not going to use them.
She liked to think that she was pretty good at seeing interactions. Those two were newly dating, that one was looking for a shop, and those two... huh. One seemed to be following the other, looking strangely interested. The one being followed didn't even seem to be aware of his tail. It seemed... suspicious. She kept an eye on the two from her spot, watching for any signs of trouble. After all, she had superpowers. She wasn't not going to use them.
"Goodbye 'ma, i'm leaving for the movie theater. Call me If anything is wrong." The young redhead said before grabbing her leather coat and heading outside. After diner, dishes and a bit of talking with her grand mother, She had decided to go to the movies to relax. She quickly made her way to the bus stop and sighed in relief, glad to be there before the bus. She remained silent until a random man from the bus stop spoke to her.
"Excuse me, do you have any fire?" He asked after taking out one of his cigarettes. Eloise patted her pockets, only to realise She hadnt bringed her lighter with her. She didnt smoke or anything, it was just for people like him who randomly needed fire. "Oh crap." She thought, but mentally shrugged it off. She simply nodded to the man. "But where's your lighter?.." He asked, curiously before She putted her Hand over the cigarette and snapped her fingers a couple Time, like a lighter, until a flame appeared on her thumb and the cigarette lit up. The man's eyes widened. "Wow!.. Are you a magician?!" Eloise didnt want to get into weird explanations, and even less trouble for her powers. "Yeah, i'm a magician.." She simply said while rolling her eyes. "Thanks." The man smiled. "It's nothing.."
"Excuse me, do you have any fire?" He asked after taking out one of his cigarettes. Eloise patted her pockets, only to realise She hadnt bringed her lighter with her. She didnt smoke or anything, it was just for people like him who randomly needed fire. "Oh crap." She thought, but mentally shrugged it off. She simply nodded to the man. "But where's your lighter?.." He asked, curiously before She putted her Hand over the cigarette and snapped her fingers a couple Time, like a lighter, until a flame appeared on her thumb and the cigarette lit up. The man's eyes widened. "Wow!.. Are you a magician?!" Eloise didnt want to get into weird explanations, and even less trouble for her powers. "Yeah, i'm a magician.." She simply said while rolling her eyes. "Thanks." The man smiled. "It's nothing.."
William had just finished his day at the hospital, and decided to take the bus, instead of the cab that he usually favours. He was still wearing his neatly pressed suit, which was a bit ruffled now after a whole shift at the hospital, but it still looked prim and proper. He was smoking a cigarette, holding it with his thick leather gloves, despite the niceness of the weather. He took a look around, to look at the people at the bus stop, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary. They were all just ordinary people, with ordinary lives. Or, that's at least how he saw it.
Eventually, Nick made it to the bus stop, and just as he feared Dawson stopped as well. "Well, looks like we're taking the same bus." Nick said to himself before sitting down on the bench, deciding to just drown out the sound of Dawson's "mechanisms". He didn't really pay much mind to the other people at the bus stop, he just sat there and wallowed in his own angst, no matter how much control he thought he had over his powers there was always something that reminded him just how much of a freak he was.
Finally, the bus pulled up and everyone piled in, Nick choose the first empty seat he could find, near the center of the bus, and put his backpack next to him in order to discourage anyone from sitting there.
"I'm sorry sir, but you can't smoke on the bus." The driver said to a stranger as he boarded.
"Oh, right, sorry." The stranger said politely as he put out the cigarette. He then took the seat directly behind the bus driver and with everyone one the bus began moving. About five minutes into the ride the stranger from before pulled out what looked like a disposable cellphone and dialed a number. Nick wasn't really paying any mind to him, but of course that didn't mean his powers weren't. "...It's me, I'm on route to the rendezvous point now..." the stranger whispered to the man on the other end of the line, though Nick could hear it loud and clear. "...Yeah, there's gotta be like 20 people on this bus, the cops won't even think about touching us..." Nick stiffened at his last sentence, this man was a criminal, and it definitely seemed like he was planing something.
'Shit, shit shit, OH SHIT!!!' Nick cried in his mind, without really thinking about it he reached up to pull the wire that will make the driver stop so he could get off, but before he could pull it he wondered if that was really the best course of action. At the moment he was the only one who know something was going to go down, shouldn't he tell someone, but who exactly, the police, but what would he even tell them?
'...Alright, I'm here, let's do this...' Nick heard him say as he stood up. Before Nick could react, the stranger pulled out a small submachine gun from his jacket at began firing it into the roof of the bus, gaining everyone's attention. "Nobody move, we're just going to pick up a few of my buddies and then take a little detour!" He informed the terrified passengers. Not to long after, two more men entered the bus, both carrying bags filled with money.
"Oh shit!"
Finally, the bus pulled up and everyone piled in, Nick choose the first empty seat he could find, near the center of the bus, and put his backpack next to him in order to discourage anyone from sitting there.
"I'm sorry sir, but you can't smoke on the bus." The driver said to a stranger as he boarded.
"Oh, right, sorry." The stranger said politely as he put out the cigarette. He then took the seat directly behind the bus driver and with everyone one the bus began moving. About five minutes into the ride the stranger from before pulled out what looked like a disposable cellphone and dialed a number. Nick wasn't really paying any mind to him, but of course that didn't mean his powers weren't. "...It's me, I'm on route to the rendezvous point now..." the stranger whispered to the man on the other end of the line, though Nick could hear it loud and clear. "...Yeah, there's gotta be like 20 people on this bus, the cops won't even think about touching us..." Nick stiffened at his last sentence, this man was a criminal, and it definitely seemed like he was planing something.
'Shit, shit shit, OH SHIT!!!' Nick cried in his mind, without really thinking about it he reached up to pull the wire that will make the driver stop so he could get off, but before he could pull it he wondered if that was really the best course of action. At the moment he was the only one who know something was going to go down, shouldn't he tell someone, but who exactly, the police, but what would he even tell them?
'...Alright, I'm here, let's do this...' Nick heard him say as he stood up. Before Nick could react, the stranger pulled out a small submachine gun from his jacket at began firing it into the roof of the bus, gaining everyone's attention. "Nobody move, we're just going to pick up a few of my buddies and then take a little detour!" He informed the terrified passengers. Not to long after, two more men entered the bus, both carrying bags filled with money.
"Oh shit!"
Dawson immediately stood, aiming a pistol at the men with a dry smirk. "Off the bus, leave the money." he said, with a dark tone. Obviously, he wasn't messing around.
Julia had been looking out the window, idly adding to her mental map of the city. Pizza shop, cafe, sushi, art supplies, and the bus was being... something. She had to fight to stop from smiling, and faked a scared expression as she sized the situation up. He had a submachine gun, but she had been practicing combat all week. As long as she didn't lose too much blood, it would be survivable. She began calcifying her skin, taking the mass from the bones, to prep for okay that is another vigilante. The guy who had been followed had a gun pointed at the guy with a bigger gun. This... was probably going to get messy.
She kept watching, and more importantly, listening to the actions the hijackers were taking as she switched to battle-mode: calcified skin, harder, sharper fingernails- the works. She was ready to fight a criminal.
Right as soon as the machine gun was pointed away. Bullets hurt a lot.
She kept watching, and more importantly, listening to the actions the hijackers were taking as she switched to battle-mode: calcified skin, harder, sharper fingernails- the works. She was ready to fight a criminal.
Right as soon as the machine gun was pointed away. Bullets hurt a lot.
Eloise rolled her eyes and sighed before standing up on her seat. She wasnt going to deal with this "drama". Actually, She didnt want to, but pretty much was going to.
"You are all better sit your arses down, put those guns away, and put the money where it was before. I wont miss my freakin' movie because you're too broke to buy a car to escape with your crap." She said angrily. She took her hands out of her pockets and formed a gun with them, like the little kids do. "And trust me, If you don't all calm yourself, there will be my initials on your buns." The tip of her fingers glowed a bright orange, smoke coming out from her finger tips. The same shade of orange from her fingers soon enough lighted up her throat too, going up to her jaw and letting out an orange liquid, lava, out of her mouth as She finished speaking. "Darn it everytime!" She muttered to herself as She wiped falling 'saliva'/lava from her lips.
The red haired girl really didnt care about what She looked like, and didnt care If She was going to have a criminal record. She already had one anyway.
"You are all better sit your arses down, put those guns away, and put the money where it was before. I wont miss my freakin' movie because you're too broke to buy a car to escape with your crap." She said angrily. She took her hands out of her pockets and formed a gun with them, like the little kids do. "And trust me, If you don't all calm yourself, there will be my initials on your buns." The tip of her fingers glowed a bright orange, smoke coming out from her finger tips. The same shade of orange from her fingers soon enough lighted up her throat too, going up to her jaw and letting out an orange liquid, lava, out of her mouth as She finished speaking. "Darn it everytime!" She muttered to herself as She wiped falling 'saliva'/lava from her lips.
The red haired girl really didnt care about what She looked like, and didnt care If She was going to have a criminal record. She already had one anyway.
"Whoa, what the hell's wrong with her?" One of the criminals said, obviously shocked by Eloise's strange ability.
"Calm down you idiot, it's just a magic trick!" The stranger from before assured, completely unfazed by either threat. The same couldn't be said for Nick though, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, two crazy vigilante's... no wait, make that three, he just spotted the odd looking Julia who seemed eager to jump into the fray. Seriously, what were the chances of these three people all being on the same bus when this crime is going down, it was unreal.
"You both better sit down if you know what's good for you!" The stranger ordered, brining Nick out of his thoughts. "You think you're so tough, well we've got you out numbered and out gunned! So go ahead, try something, but as soon as we hear a gun shot," He aimed his gun at the passengers. "We all open fire! So what's it gonna be, think you're fast enough to kill us all with that little toy of yours before we kill a dozen passengers!" The rest of the people on the bus all cowered in fear, Nick included, how stupid could these guys be, even with the three of them there's no way they could take them all down before they start firing.
Suddenly, something the stranger said caught his attention "...as soon as they hear a gun shot...". Nick, looked at his hand, purple sound waves pulsating through it. "Damn it, just damn it!" Nick cursed under his breath, he really didn't want to get involved, especially since it could cost someone their life, but he couldn't just ignore the situation either, he... just couldn't. He peeked over his seat and focused on Dawson, specifically his gun. He aimed his hand at it and a pulse of purple energy covered it, though nobody seemed to notice. "...Shoot him..." Nick whispered, guiding the sound waves of his voice to Dawson's ear, so only he could hear. "...shoot him, please, just trust me..." Nick pleaded, though he wasn't sure if he was going to listen to a mysterious voice in his head. The idea was to mute the gun shot so that the criminals would be too surprised by their comrades sudden death to fire right away, giving the other two a chance to take them down. 'I really hope this works'
"Calm down you idiot, it's just a magic trick!" The stranger from before assured, completely unfazed by either threat. The same couldn't be said for Nick though, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, two crazy vigilante's... no wait, make that three, he just spotted the odd looking Julia who seemed eager to jump into the fray. Seriously, what were the chances of these three people all being on the same bus when this crime is going down, it was unreal.
"You both better sit down if you know what's good for you!" The stranger ordered, brining Nick out of his thoughts. "You think you're so tough, well we've got you out numbered and out gunned! So go ahead, try something, but as soon as we hear a gun shot," He aimed his gun at the passengers. "We all open fire! So what's it gonna be, think you're fast enough to kill us all with that little toy of yours before we kill a dozen passengers!" The rest of the people on the bus all cowered in fear, Nick included, how stupid could these guys be, even with the three of them there's no way they could take them all down before they start firing.
Suddenly, something the stranger said caught his attention "...as soon as they hear a gun shot...". Nick, looked at his hand, purple sound waves pulsating through it. "Damn it, just damn it!" Nick cursed under his breath, he really didn't want to get involved, especially since it could cost someone their life, but he couldn't just ignore the situation either, he... just couldn't. He peeked over his seat and focused on Dawson, specifically his gun. He aimed his hand at it and a pulse of purple energy covered it, though nobody seemed to notice. "...Shoot him..." Nick whispered, guiding the sound waves of his voice to Dawson's ear, so only he could hear. "...shoot him, please, just trust me..." Nick pleaded, though he wasn't sure if he was going to listen to a mysterious voice in his head. The idea was to mute the gun shot so that the criminals would be too surprised by their comrades sudden death to fire right away, giving the other two a chance to take them down. 'I really hope this works'
He closed his eyes. And after a moment... He shot.
((Just to explain the reaction))
Dawson clearly felt the kick back of the gun, it definitely fired, and yet there was no unbearably loud gunshot, if the gun had not jerked in the man's hands then nobody would've even noticed that it went off. The shot went right into one of the criminal's head, instantly killing him.
"Huh, what the..." The stranger began, looking at his fallen comrade. He had no idea what had happened, was he just shot, couldn't have been, there was no gun shot, to shattered glass of a sniper bullet, he didn't even hear the sound of impact, what the hell was going on. In this moment of confusion, the other two vigilantes had a perfect chance to subdue them.
Dawson clearly felt the kick back of the gun, it definitely fired, and yet there was no unbearably loud gunshot, if the gun had not jerked in the man's hands then nobody would've even noticed that it went off. The shot went right into one of the criminal's head, instantly killing him.
"Huh, what the..." The stranger began, looking at his fallen comrade. He had no idea what had happened, was he just shot, couldn't have been, there was no gun shot, to shattered glass of a sniper bullet, he didn't even hear the sound of impact, what the hell was going on. In this moment of confusion, the other two vigilantes had a perfect chance to subdue them.
Oh shit. Well, he was definitely dead now, nothing she could do about that- but she could at least stop the other from dying. She assumed what she was coming to call "nightmare mode"- she added black pigmentation to the already hard skin to make a bug-like carapace, sharpened her teeth and claws into needles, and gave her eyes a sickly green glow. The reshaping everything hurt, but the green glow had been the trickiest to nail.
With a shout of "Get down!" Julia jumped over the bus seat, tackling the more armed of the remaining assailants, knocking his gun to the ground and pinning his arms down.
With a shout of "Get down!" Julia jumped over the bus seat, tackling the more armed of the remaining assailants, knocking his gun to the ground and pinning his arms down.
Eloise's eyes widened for a moment before going back to normal. "A murder.. And more powered people with needle sharp claws!.. Great.. Still dont have time for your crap! And since you fools cant seem to understand that i'm not a freakin' magician, you dumb fool! I will kick your buns." She proceeded to kicking one of the Criminal's knee, causing him to trip. "I told you." She traced the letters E and A on his behind, her powers causing the mark to burn through his clothing layers and imprinting the letters in his skin. A burning mark that would forever stay. "It's a permanent tattoo buddy." She whispered in his ear before knocking him out on the ground and getting her fingers into one 'pistol' this time. "Anybody wants the same treatment?"
He went silent, gun still held up. What the hell was happening...
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