Victor ducked and Artemis paled as quill grazed her arm. She tossed her seashell at one ready to fire again. They fled and turned to the flurry of quills that went flying back and forth. Beach-goers fled to their cars. Meanwhile, Maks floated on the surface of the water with his arms spread out in the distance closing his eyes and a sea turtled drifted around him underwater and zipped off. His eyes opened and he frowned at the swimmers moving past him. He watched the shoot-out agitated, ordinarily, there was no way porcupines could shoot quills like arrows. They were feral too. The real porcupines were in as much trouble as they were. Artemis tossed a rock, it rammed one over on its back and the others glanced at it shortly and reassembled hissing and gathering them like ants Victor saw a driver on a jet ski coming toward the shore at full speed and he drifted letting the jetstream of water blast them. The porpentines were repelled."Quick, how many of them are there?" She"Fift
He lurched at the sea urchin rolling away, a temperamental octopus blazed violently with colours and dragged by the rocks. Amid the rocks, the creature opened its eyes watching the strange silhouette meander. It crept out of its cavern going after him. He thought he heard a dolphin close by or an orca whale. He whirled around in the murky waters and caught its webbed hands in his grip. He grunted and it hissed trying to make minced meat out of his face with its razor-sharp teeth clattering like a piranha's. It had the face of an angler fish except it had no outgrowth, its eyes instead were two bulbs of glowing bacteria, it had the body of a woman, skin and a tail as coarse as a goliath grouper. It had arms. It made a piercingly loud sound like an alarm. More rose from the caverns. Maks stuffed its mouth with a rock and lanced it with its own fang, the others lunged at him and he spread out in the fashion of a Portuguese Man-of-War. They were hydrozoans. The groupies looked stunned
'We'll be glad to receive you, Maks as a volunteer.' His fingers trembled on the keyboard and he skimmed through the details, the place looked familiar, and he tapped more. Are you finished with your exams?Done and dusted.Sounds good, we will require 100-150 hours of the stipulated time. Do you have any summer jobs that will interfere with this routine? We are in serious need of hands.He swallowed. The agent typed for a minuteWe will give you time to think it over but you will increase your chances of getting an admission.Thanks. You are most welcome. He swivelled on his chair. "I'm gonna have to readjust my routine, like always." He was jittery and he hoped both jobs wouldn't clash."I'm gonna work two part-time jobs. Isn't that great?" He said holding East up away from his computer. She had gained some pounds, her fur was shinier and her eyes rounded and she had an elated look on her face. He doubted it had anything to do with what he said. "I presume." He was somewhat unh
It jumped out of the sewers in liquid form, he digressed from its path and gazed at the cars coming in haste. Horns tooted.The metal man ran on two legs with arms like skewers. He knew he was done for. There was a car rushing in urgently and he picked up speed and hightailed it behind the car to the other side. He prompted it to give it a try. A truck rammed the Death Metal out of his view and his eyebrows rose while the truck whizzed by, the bonnet was in Flames and the driver alighted running for his life. The engine overheated and detonated blasting him out of its radar. Maks scoffed watching it melt, twitching. The metal man was red hot. It tried to regenerate but its hands melted like goo. He backed away from the scene before things escalated again. He happened to be passing by the cabin and noticed the new trees planted with stilts to support them. Most of them were dying already. The land looked overturned and richer. He saw what he thought was a pile of dried leaves, he look
"No, this is just how I look on a daily basis." She said. "No caffeine since the finals." "Good for you." He mumbled and glanced at the filthy blankets. He sorted them out and got a whiff of vomit. Maks rolled a young girl in a white hospital gown to the kid's ward. Her hair was shaved off but she had to make do with red curly hair and a woollen beanie. "I hate it here." She said in a raspy voice that reminded him of Jessica when she didn't get enough sleep.She fumbled with her black jacket."It's for your own good." He said drily, pushing the door open. The kids played Spartans and she shrunk in her chair as if she were being sent to her death bed instead. "I'd like to see my parents now. This place smells funny." She self-sabotaged. "Do you complain about everything?""No, only just about the things I don't like.""Would you like friends?""I don't have any." She murmured. "I got sidelined a lot."He swallowed. "I'm sure they're nice. They could use a new team-mate."She flashed
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 checked the package and brought up a brand-new tablet and grinned. "Wooo!"[ How would you rate your experience without powers? ] He was virtually sweating when he inputted his answer to the system's satisfaction. [ Ask later ][ What's my package? ][...]... Melvin walked in from the gym with a duffel bag and he downed a water bottle. He had a gut feeling that something was stalking him and he didn't know what it was. He turned to look and there were just denizens going about their business. Maybe he was in over his head. Meanwhile, Elvis watched him toil undetected and he marched into the gym where an obese guy tried to figure out the buttons on the treadmill. He tapped it and the belt began to roll. "Oh, thanks." Melvin gave a thumbs up and checked the mirrors. He had not slept in two nights on shifts. He decided to busy himself on a treadmill, going one mile, the numbers recorded. He huffed and puffed running. "I really let myself go." He said to himself as his knees beg
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