Snippet #2334588

The night had been soundless for the entirety of its duration, aside from the crickets chirping, an occasional vehicle zooming down an empty street, and the sound of a young hero climbing his way up a building. From the top of the many roofs of Jump City, he had a wonderful overview of the surrounding area, which would then allow him to spot any wrongdoings going on, even at a long distance. Scaling these buildings and jumping from one roof to another was a mastered skill for the lightning-affiliated hero, Livewire.

He had come to learn the art of parkour out of pure necessity. If you steal something and someone sees you, there is typically a chase, and whoever is faster and more flexible will be the victor. So, what easier way to ensure you can escape than by scaling things most normal people would not dare attempt? He could scale damn near any building, so long as it had some place to grip, and now even those that didn’t have much with the use of his ability – Static Stepping. With a zip and a zap, he could clear gaps which the average human could not leap by becoming a bolt of blue lightning himself. For whatever reason, he never had a problem returning back to his original form as if nothing happened. This was good, considering that buying new clothes after each use would put a heavy strain on his pockets. I would say wallet, but he doesn’t have one.

Something was pretty ‘off’ this night though, regardless of the usual silence that crawled over Jump City. As he neared a local park, he noticed that the night began to sound less and less quiet. The sound of a struggle shot through the air, along with heavy breaths. Of course, the young electrified hero had gotten curious since he was not the one pounding sense into someone, and after a hop, skip and a zap, he landed on the nearest available roof to the park, which gave him a mediocre view of the happening he could listen to.

What he spotted was a snow-headed young boy in a scruffle with a beautiful blonde girl. Evans raised an eyebrow curiously as to why these two short people had gotten into a fight. What’s more strange is that by their movements, they weren’t necessarily normal (then again, the boy had something reminiscent of horns growing from his head). The blows coming from him were packed with a visible punch. Cutie, as she would be named until he got one from her – if he got one from her – was able to take some of these and continue on, though strain was apparent on her face, from what he could manage to make out.

It was clear that the girl did not have enough strength to continue on forever, and Prince Smashing (another nickname) didn’t look exhausted in the least. To anyone with a heart, or who knew what a superhero did, the course of action for Sprouse was pretty obvious.

He was worried this night would be quiet anyways.

Sprouse swiftly descended the building he had been perched atop while he was observing them. It took no more than two and a half seconds, since a few flashes helped him quicken his pace. As his feet hit the ground, he started in a jog. Cool superheroes don’t run when making an entrance. Anyone should know that. It took only a second more before he was within range to attack, be attacked and speak. He did the latter of the few after the boy spoke in a language that sounded like a bear getting it on with a moneky. “Having fun without me, you two? I’m offended. I run around all night with no action, and here you two are, fighting to your heart’s content all without myself. Now now, don’t fret. I’m a forgiving man, but maybe you could explain yourselves?” the smile on his face almost made it look like he didn’t’ appreciate the seriousness of the event he had stumbled upon.