Hypnos grinned when his limbs were starting to feel like jello. He felt like he was walking through quicksand. He staggered and the world around him blurred out. He felt like he was on a rocky ship trying to find his sea-legs without his system. Maks had been doing this for what felt like hours, non-stop, and he was so strained and tired that he would have stopped thinking altogether. He was almost forced to go on autopilot. Maks studied Hypnos for a long time while he fought the Leopard-Man. In combat, he barely even let The Leopard-Man touch him. He just let him try to hurt him until he was used up. Without his powers, he tired his victims out by trying to bring them into submission.His power worked on a higher frequency now. He saw a vision of Tucker calling Doreen about his dad getting a mild stroke at their work station. She was in the living room at the time and she looked distraught."This can't be true, are you sure?" She said."Stay still, doctor's orders." Hypnos grinned wh

He steered away from that direction and honked at the traffic. Jessica's teacher stood outside arms folded and she hurried to the car. "Jessica!" Her teacher called."How was school?" Jessica turned to him and bit his arm. "What took you so long?" She said and climbed in. He started the car with bite marks on his hand and drove her home. Checking the time. 4:05pm.The package was tucked safely in his bag. Melvin blew a breath, he should have asked him to pick up a gallon of oil on the way. A man watched him from a bush and cocked his gun.... Maks frowned, he couldn't play the fall guy, the fact that the package had to be delivered at five in the evening was horrendous. Her number was still not going. What if she was in some kind of scrape with the police? The man in the picture did not look trustworthy. His name was Alfonzo. He rolled his eyes, this was far too different from monsters, this was his mother he was talking about, if he sent the package to the receiver, then he

The wind blew and blew until six p.m. and people with sandy blight in their eyes jumped with relief, as soon as the wind stopped. The wheezing of trumpets died down as the band retired. Spectators made their way to the tallest building. The sand rolled as the wind picked up again. [ Anomaly Detected ] He watched the long line of people eager to have a closer look from the top of the building. The sky was dimming. His system was chiming, he had to keep a lookout. There was a vessel anchored on the still waters, the captain listened to his lieutenant talking about some techie named Francis Flair. He stared grimly at the man in his early teens. "You're kidding." He said in a baritone voice at the young man. Francis beamed at him, he always liked it when they stared. "We have a sufficient batch of gunpowder and an automatically set timer. The flames will go off. The viewers will be impressed with my new and improved pyro technology, compared to the blustering fiasco on the Ch

"What?" She didn't know whether to feel relieved or to get angry when they laughed. "You're letting me go?"He took off his police cap. "Of course not, anyone who sets up sound equipment that efficiently deserves a place on Cadence. And you're delightful." Ben winked. Victor looked perplexed. "What?" "Stone, you'll get in trouble with the media if you don't cop on." "I'm sorry, Mark, that was just too good.""Cadence?" Artemis said. "So you're just a couple of low lives with no principles and nothing better to do?" Artemis braced her hands on her hips. "Whoa there. It's a gimmick." Ben said."We're trying to sell It." The third guy chimed in."On Independence Day." Mark added."Sell it? Gimmick?" Irma said re-registering their words. She brushed her eyes. "We apologize for our misdemeanour. We'd like to make you an offer to be our cover girl. You know for marketing and stuff?" "No pressure." The brown-haired guy passed her a flyer. "We'll leave you with our contacts. We'll be t

Mister Gunderson glanced at him and he fooled around reading posters and walked past him. "Morning sir.""It's afternoon." He said. "It was a military greeting but good to know." He retorted and pursed his lips leaving."Anderson." Mister Gunderson watched the bee beelining toward him and onwards. "I'd be careful if I were you."...He hobbled along after that, it was his last shift for the week. The sun was setting and gardeners worked on the shrub hedges, cutting out the flowers and one of the staff stopped a kid from snatching apples from a tree. He stretched after a hard day's work, staring at the remainder of bees stalking, he took slow deep breaths, Mister Gunderson was acting a little stranger than he was before. Drifting past them, he glanced up at the sky and saw a thick black smog moving in one specific direction, which was toward him. He took cover and his system closed in on them, calculating. [ Africanized honey bees: known for their aggressive nature, though few death