'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
To...clear my prison record if I brought proof, led them on a false trail. Besides, it's not the...first time I've been held at gunpoint.""And it certainly won't be the last."They glared at Fred and he clamped up."So you've worked with Reagan before and you were okay with this." He was beginning to have one hell of a rude awakening. "Rigan. Hard to get by when you're a convict." She said while the paramedic took out a metal plate from her back with a skeptical look on his face. "You owe me." Fred said pointing at her. "Until I got shot.""I'm just glad that you're not going back to your old life of crime." "What made you think that?" Emily said smiling. He looked wild at that while the staff reeled her into another ambulance. "Please don't tell your father, pretend this never happened and go home." "I'll come...visit."... He drove home and he set the window wipers in motion at the wind blowing sand his way. He waited through traffic and parked, he gazed at Doreen contendi
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