The Human Poacher swiped out his knife. Maks lunged forward and aimed his dart gun at him. "Nowhere to run, boy."Viridian was red-faced, his long curly hair clung to his face. His eyes were wide. Maks pulled the rug beneath him and he misstepped. He lunged at him and punched him, they flew into the wall. Viridian stabbed Maks with a dart."I have good use for you and your powers." Viridian shot him and pulled Maks over his shoulder and he slapped down a container with a severed head inside from the shelf to the floor. He reckoned the police would be here soon. He threw down the lighter and the fire licked on the alcohol spreading on the ground toward the table and the fire began to rise on the shelves and walls. He escaped from the basement of the art museum with him past the hall, he dumped him into the car. Artemis landed a fist on the engine of the truck. It sparked. "Sorry, but I can't let you leave." She grabbed Viridian and he was quick to use a knife. She gripped his arm
He felt his insides knot. "I don't mean to push boundaries. Did any of this have to do with monsters?" Her forehead folded up. "Where do they come from?" Maks felt like he was struck by lightning but from the inside. Her inquisitive jade green eyes were troubled. The best answer he could give her was a sad smile."I don't know."[ She makes a good point ] He thought she wished she didn't mention monsters so liberally. If he was not careful, he could open up a can of worms. He barely knew her."I have a lot of stuff to do." He said bouncing back..... At night, Artemis cart-wheeled out of her apartment with a beige tote bag, she was going shopping, and her clothes were out of sorts. She was fine without any powers, but now she had to deal with her body size, she was not sure if it was just a growth spurt. She rolled on her skateboard past the park and there were city lights afar and they flickered on the river, she parked at the man by the bush. The man had whitish hair, his eye
The doctors did not know what specimen or what creature stung him, he was not responding to treatment and his blood pressure was relatively high. He suffered spasms. His heart rate went up, after much thought and analysis...Meg hung around and he kept up as well. "Why are you still here?" He shrugged adding to the cobblestone of her annoyance. ...Maks looked up when Francis joined them. He had a soft build. "Meg, did you trim your hair?" "Yes, I told you." "You should trim it every day." She turned red. Frank didn't want to remember the horrors. But he grinned from ear to ear. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." "Try me." Francis smiled at the supposed paralytic. "I...I got attacked by a magpie once. It almost tore out my cornea. Then I tried to make myself look big and..." He made a noise like a cat in a hissy fit. 'A little white lie won't hurt' "I had no idea you had that scar either." Meg said she did, she just didn't want to sound like an obsessive freak.
Her foot collapsed on the intersection of the small town he arrived in that he was standing on. She stomped on him, and Zippy screamed raising a scissor hand, he was cringing like the cockroach that he was, and smoke emanated from her shoes. She was returning to her natural size grinning in obvious self-satisfaction. Suddenly, an arc of lightning spread through her veins. The shops trembled. Cars hopped. His exact replica was standing right behind her with an evil grin on his face. He blew on his scissor hands like a gun. The energy he was using was enough to power up a whole city. Lightning flickered through the tendrils on his head like high tension wires. Static had the ability to replicate himself like a jellyfish by using parts of his body. He could generate electricity just by travelling at high speeds. The dryness in the salty air was accommodating his energy buildup. The people saw him and clambered out of the way in the small town. He took flight with electricity aiding h
The noise in the Amphitheatre background of boys playing reminded him of how distant he was from them. And how glad he was to be of the house. He was feeling a bit conflicted. The wind in the theatre roared in his ears because he was high up. Jessica asked if he was okay and his anger surged. But he was quite aware of her intentions because he rarely called to ask how they were doing so he let it slide. Ever since Elvis passed on, he had sleepless nights, and relied upon controlling his bodily processes like eating and sleeping. He paid for it dearly when Jason reported that he was sleepwalking and hitting a tray with a spoon around the hostel. Disturbing everyone. He once walked into his neighbor's room to spill red paint on their windows. That did not stop them from beating him awake. Till they turned on the lights. He was sore even after three days. He worried that something bad might happen to them in the long run. Like the time-crazed masochist Viridian Chase who attempted to
Sometimes she could not help that it was her fault. He was asking her to come home, to give law a chance. So she could work under his patronage. She was just stretching her wings.She stretched and went to her apartment. The clinic was made to look like a log cabin on the outside with trees and shrubs to complement the place. Indeed they just made it look scarier because you could hear the patient screaming as they pulled a cactus spine out of his body.Artemis was in a white snow jacket, denim skirt, and white wedge sneakers. She looked kind of contrite while Maks sat troubled, he was tired out and he did not feel the need to socialize. With anyone.He stayed mute, it seemed like nothing could come out of his lips. He had nothing to hold on to. He was always afraid of airing his contentions, the only time it came out was at the wrong moments when he ended up hurting people. Meg did not see the need to look after them. She looked depleted also and he had her company. But his lips
Jeremy McCormick sat uneasily with his wingmen teasing them. He had a healthy relationship with his parents, they taught him how to be a gentleman, how to accept things as they are, and how to respect everyone and women to be specific. Because he had trouble with that in high school so to speak. Frankly, he did not makeup when it came to appearance. He was...average. And right now he didn't even know half of what he was doing. He was rolling through it like a drunkard trying to find the exit. Generally, he lacked self-motivation. He was laid back and had impractical goals. He just happened to find her along the way. He would just follow the breadcrumbs and he decided to go with it. Respect was a long stretch when it came to relationships_ But then he was afraid of the consequences. He might be happy on the surface but his mind was bustling about what people might think about him. Like he was dating a rich heiress who only recently. He might be happy on the surface but his mind was b
"Interesting..."Maks nodded. "I'll let myself out." He said and hurried down the stone steps of the wooden platform with a fireplace. It got cold at night around Med Park. Rex gave him a grim sneer. He wasn't waiting around for Meg to show up. He hurried down the lane and he paused at her stepping down from a taxi. He raised his hands. Artemis stumbled out and stretched her arms. "Did you miss me?" She hugged him and leaned her head on his shoulder. "What's going on with you?" He said to her and he stood face to face with McCormick, his eyes flashed, and he roared and punched him. Maks backed away from the fight. He fumed throwing Jeremy off his balance with a violent judo flip. He landed on the floor and arched his back."Hey!"Meg hurried down the field and saw him standing over Jeremy with his foot on his throat. He stepped down. Jeremy was shell-shocked and Artemis looked like she could use a pair of sunglasses by now. Jeremy looked furious. He was taller and older by 3 yea