Introduction
The Story
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
This will be essentially a free-play RP with only a rough plot to leave room for character developement for as long as we can keep the story line going.
Super humans have been a reality for about two years now. Thanks to super heros willing to help advance science and captive villians trying to get less time in jail, scientists have been able to discover the cause of the super powers. Deep with the genetic coding of some humans is a chromosome that lies dormant and undetectable until it has been triggered. It acts as a sort of "genetic airbag" in that it it is only triggered by a tramatic event, most often a life threatening one. The chromosome triggers a rappid evolution it a way that will help them to survive whatever tramatic event they're in. Because of this, most superhumans end up with both flight and super strength in combonation with some other power depending on the situation.
Our story takes place in a city that is pretty average ... with a couple of exceptions. The city sits in the middle of a valley surrounded on all sides by large hills casting the city into a perpetual state of dusk except during the middle of the day ...as long as it isn't cloudy earning it the name Dusk Haven. It is also the home to a growing group of super heros who have become the city's unofficial gaurdians. It is also home to many villians who all seem to have thier own agenda, some are bent on world domination, some have scores to settle and some just want to watch the world burn.
Entering in now on Chapter 2 of this story, it is the begining of the next school year, the wealthy Aaron Ripper, who was once the villain known as Jericho, has recently redeemed himself and proven to be a great ally to the hereos of Dusk Haven. Using his money, time and resorses, he has converted many of the underground mines that run throughout most of the city into a sophisticated base of operations. He has even changed his alias to the more friendly Redemption. The police of the city are still quite anoying, esspecially Chief Hendricks, and the actions that take place in the prison-like facility known only as The Island are still morally questionable. The Island's ability to retain the super-powered villains of the city does seem to be the most effective, however, and thus is the only place to take them when they are apprehended. Sadly, Siren decided to leave the city to persue the life of a hero and get a fresh start. Although many have left, the city still remains a magnet to those with super powers and no doubt more will be coming to the city both hero and villain alike.
The Characters So Far
Name / Alias / Age / Powers if any / Played or reserved by / Face credit if applicable /
Pit Mason/ Ice Pick / 16 / Cryokenesis(Ice powers) / played by SugarNspikeS
Christian Carter / Blaze / 16 / Pyrokenesis / Played by phoenixheart
Byron Poe/Scab/19/Regeneration/ played by pheonixheart / FC: Xanxus(Hitman Reborn)
April Anderson / Morrigan /26 / Super strength and enhanced senses and reflexes / pheonixheart
Selena Stiles / Toxin / 25 / Poison bio-duplication and immunity, poinson glands in fingers / SugarNspikeS / FC goes to signature on the pic.
Aaron Ripper / Redemption /18 / Sonic Manipulation, sonic constructs, / Vlad the Werewolf
Other Original Characters such as various hereos and villians or other non-powered humans will be accepted as long as they fit into the story well.
The Character Sheet
I will add characters to the story as they are accepted.
Please include the following:
Name / Alias / Age / Powers if any / Played or reserved by / Face credit if applicable /
Pit Mason/ Ice Pick / 16 / Cryokenesis(Ice powers) / played by SugarNspikeS
Christian Carter / Blaze / 16 / Pyrokenesis / Played by phoenixheart
Byron Poe/Scab/19/Regeneration/ played by pheonixheart / FC: Xanxus(Hitman Reborn)
April Anderson / Morrigan /26 / Super strength and enhanced senses and reflexes / pheonixheart
Selena Stiles / Toxin / 25 / Poison bio-duplication and immunity, poinson glands in fingers / SugarNspikeS / FC goes to signature on the pic.
Aaron Ripper / Redemption /18 / Sonic Manipulation, sonic constructs, / Vlad the Werewolf
Other Original Characters such as various hereos and villians or other non-powered humans will be accepted as long as they fit into the story well.
The Character Sheet
I will add characters to the story as they are accepted.
Please include the following:
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1. Name
2. Alias
3. Age
4. Powers if any
5. Picture (Optional, but recomended) w/ FC if applicable (Pics can be RL, Anime, or anything that accurately represents your character)
6. Origin Story
(Basic template of a character is this:
One primary super power and two-three secondary powers[ such as flight, super strength, super speed or agility] usually only one secondary power as a means of travel.
Alternatively you can bypass secondary powers all together or skip the primary power and use three-five secondary powers )
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“Are you okay?” Ice Pick asked, “If so, we’re going to have to have a talk later, I was just given some info before I got here."
Blaze could feel that his mask was cracked. He maybe had a few bruises on his face. He was fairly certain there was nothing serious in his injuries. A few aches and pains, but he would live. Blaze nodded to Ice Pick, "I'm fine," He stood up, standing close to Ice Pick, "Fly high and fast. When you get home, go for your back garden then wait a little while before you start heading to my place, ok," He clapped Ice Pick on the shoulder and nodded to Morrigan who remained silent, her face unreadable as she left, apparently satisfied that everything was in hand. Blaze took his hand away from Ice Pick's shoulder, realising that he had been lingering just a little too long. Blaze took off at a run before launching himself into the air.
Landing in his back garden, Christian ripped the gas mask from his face, examining the damage. One of the lenses had cracked and the material was coming away from the edging. Fucking great Christian thought bitterly as he made his way into the kitchen, dumping the mask in the bin. He rapidly stripped off his uniform, throwing everything into the washing machine, setting it away to wash.
Grimacing, Christian took a moment to check how he himself smelled. The experience was not pleasant and he headed for the shower. Standing under the warm spray of the shower, Christian felt his aches ease and melt away. His tensed muscles relaxed and he began washing the stink of the sewers from his skin, almost dousing himself in sandalwood body wash. He jumped out the shower, now smelling more like a human being than a sewer rat. He heard the front door click open. He grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and his trousers, half dressing himself and grabbing his shirt, "Pit? That you?" He called down, shrugging his shirt onto his shoulders, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He had most of the buttons done up when he finally gave in, leaving the top and bottom two buttons undone, waiting for a reply from his house guest as he came out into the landing and headed down the stairs.
Blaze could feel that his mask was cracked. He maybe had a few bruises on his face. He was fairly certain there was nothing serious in his injuries. A few aches and pains, but he would live. Blaze nodded to Ice Pick, "I'm fine," He stood up, standing close to Ice Pick, "Fly high and fast. When you get home, go for your back garden then wait a little while before you start heading to my place, ok," He clapped Ice Pick on the shoulder and nodded to Morrigan who remained silent, her face unreadable as she left, apparently satisfied that everything was in hand. Blaze took his hand away from Ice Pick's shoulder, realising that he had been lingering just a little too long. Blaze took off at a run before launching himself into the air.
Landing in his back garden, Christian ripped the gas mask from his face, examining the damage. One of the lenses had cracked and the material was coming away from the edging. Fucking great Christian thought bitterly as he made his way into the kitchen, dumping the mask in the bin. He rapidly stripped off his uniform, throwing everything into the washing machine, setting it away to wash.
Grimacing, Christian took a moment to check how he himself smelled. The experience was not pleasant and he headed for the shower. Standing under the warm spray of the shower, Christian felt his aches ease and melt away. His tensed muscles relaxed and he began washing the stink of the sewers from his skin, almost dousing himself in sandalwood body wash. He jumped out the shower, now smelling more like a human being than a sewer rat. He heard the front door click open. He grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and his trousers, half dressing himself and grabbing his shirt, "Pit? That you?" He called down, shrugging his shirt onto his shoulders, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He had most of the buttons done up when he finally gave in, leaving the top and bottom two buttons undone, waiting for a reply from his house guest as he came out into the landing and headed down the stairs.
Pit did as instructed and took high to the skies. He was about to take off as fast as he could to his house, but something didn't feel right. He felt like he was being watched. "Just paranoid, I guess. ”
He shrugged off the feeling. And blasted toward his housekeeping an eye on the streets below as he went. He notice a black car following him as he flew and he kept an eye on it. He decided it would be best to try to loose who ever was tailing him so rather than landing in his own yard, he landed in the park that lay just beyond a small wooded area that separated his yard from the park. It was his best option. He touched down right by the swings and sure enough a large muscled thug came out of the car and started walking toward him. He blasted into the trees, swerving between them like a drunken frat boy in the hopes of loosing whoever was fallowing him. When he thought that he had lost the guy he circled back to his yard and snuck in through his door.
His uniform was pretty gross, so he wadded it into a ball took it upstairs to the washing machine. He went back down to his bathroom and jumped in the shower to rid himself of the stench.
“Sheesh! Second time I’ve had to shower today.” He thought as he scrubbed down with his favorite bubble gum scented body wash. Sure it was a bit of a girly scent, but he knew that when he mixed that with a couple spays of his favorite cologne, it made a scent that drove Christian crazy. On several occasions he had caught Christian sniffing him, but didn’t say a thing; he liked the attention. He got out of the shower, toweled off, sprayed a little cologne, and threw on some clothes. He went up stairs and saw his mom in the kitchen. “Hey, Mom, I’ve got some clothes in the washer, would you mind drying them when they’re done?”
“Sure, sweetie, you going back over to Christian’s”
“Yeah, but I was planning on inviting him over for dinner if that’s okay. I figured later the three of us could have that chat I was talking about.”
“Of course, he’s always welcome to come over.”
“Okay, I’ll be back as soon as possible. Love you.”
He put on his shoes and opened the door. Standing by the black car across the street was the muscled thug that he thought he had given the slip to. Pit turned and locked the door as if nothing was going on and began to walk down the street toward Christian’s house. The guy crossed and started following close behind him until he was nearly on his heels.
“This won’t end well for you.” Pit said keeping his eyes forward but staying aware of his surroundings. At the same time he was discretely growing another set of ice talons.
“That’s what you think rookie.” the thug snarled as he lunged at Pit from behind and pulled a knife on him and held it to his throat.
“Really?! Is that your plan, a knife?” Pit laughed at him and froze up a thick layer of ice on his throat to prevent the knife from having a chance of cutting in at the same time growing his talons even longer.
“That’s the problem with you heroes; all talk, but you’re just a puny kid with superiority complex.” He said pressing the knife harder against the layer of ice that he hadn’t noticed.
“Well, if you hadn’t noticed yet; I’m not like the rest of the heroes around here. I play dirty.” He grinned as he raised a taloned hand and slammed it into the thug’s groin. Like before he broke them off and let them melt. The thug fell over in pain screaming and pit ran off back to the woods where he changed to his super form and flew into the air as high and fast as he could. He landed just outside Christian’s house and saw another black car like the one at his house. He looked and saw another guy in the front seat. The guy made eye contact and drove off. He walked up to Christian's door and knocked.
He shrugged off the feeling. And blasted toward his housekeeping an eye on the streets below as he went. He notice a black car following him as he flew and he kept an eye on it. He decided it would be best to try to loose who ever was tailing him so rather than landing in his own yard, he landed in the park that lay just beyond a small wooded area that separated his yard from the park. It was his best option. He touched down right by the swings and sure enough a large muscled thug came out of the car and started walking toward him. He blasted into the trees, swerving between them like a drunken frat boy in the hopes of loosing whoever was fallowing him. When he thought that he had lost the guy he circled back to his yard and snuck in through his door.
His uniform was pretty gross, so he wadded it into a ball took it upstairs to the washing machine. He went back down to his bathroom and jumped in the shower to rid himself of the stench.
“Sheesh! Second time I’ve had to shower today.” He thought as he scrubbed down with his favorite bubble gum scented body wash. Sure it was a bit of a girly scent, but he knew that when he mixed that with a couple spays of his favorite cologne, it made a scent that drove Christian crazy. On several occasions he had caught Christian sniffing him, but didn’t say a thing; he liked the attention. He got out of the shower, toweled off, sprayed a little cologne, and threw on some clothes. He went up stairs and saw his mom in the kitchen. “Hey, Mom, I’ve got some clothes in the washer, would you mind drying them when they’re done?”
“Sure, sweetie, you going back over to Christian’s”
“Yeah, but I was planning on inviting him over for dinner if that’s okay. I figured later the three of us could have that chat I was talking about.”
“Of course, he’s always welcome to come over.”
“Okay, I’ll be back as soon as possible. Love you.”
He put on his shoes and opened the door. Standing by the black car across the street was the muscled thug that he thought he had given the slip to. Pit turned and locked the door as if nothing was going on and began to walk down the street toward Christian’s house. The guy crossed and started following close behind him until he was nearly on his heels.
“This won’t end well for you.” Pit said keeping his eyes forward but staying aware of his surroundings. At the same time he was discretely growing another set of ice talons.
“That’s what you think rookie.” the thug snarled as he lunged at Pit from behind and pulled a knife on him and held it to his throat.
“Really?! Is that your plan, a knife?” Pit laughed at him and froze up a thick layer of ice on his throat to prevent the knife from having a chance of cutting in at the same time growing his talons even longer.
“That’s the problem with you heroes; all talk, but you’re just a puny kid with superiority complex.” He said pressing the knife harder against the layer of ice that he hadn’t noticed.
“Well, if you hadn’t noticed yet; I’m not like the rest of the heroes around here. I play dirty.” He grinned as he raised a taloned hand and slammed it into the thug’s groin. Like before he broke them off and let them melt. The thug fell over in pain screaming and pit ran off back to the woods where he changed to his super form and flew into the air as high and fast as he could. He landed just outside Christian’s house and saw another black car like the one at his house. He looked and saw another guy in the front seat. The guy made eye contact and drove off. He walked up to Christian's door and knocked.
Selena raced to the scene of the super battle just in time to see a blonde lady taking away a guy that appeared to be frozen in sewer water.
“Damn it!” She cursed as she stomped her foot. She saw the two newest super heroes flying off in different directions then something caught her eye. She saw two thugs keeping a closer eye on the two than she was and she saw them get into two very similar looking cars and follow the heroes. She got in her own car and followed one of them from a distance. “ I might be able to get in with the villains around here after all.” She chuckled to herself as she tailed the car. They stopped at a park and she stayed in her car as she watched the ice elemental touch down. Predictably the large man got out of the car and tried to pursue the kid and he took off into the nearby woods. Shortly after he came out of the woods empty handed and returned to his car. He drove out of the park and around to the houses that were on the other side of the woods.
She followed as before and waited as the other guy waited. About an hour later she saw him get out of his car, probably to stretch and he leaned against his car. A few minutes later a kid that looked similar to the ice kid, except for the hair, came out of the house across the street from his car. He started following the kid and she saw as a confrontation erupted and didn’t end well. She saw the kid run to the woods.
She ran up to the guy and tried to help him get to his feet.
“Who do you work for?” She demanded.
“I’ll never tell you.” He coughed
“You sure about that?” She asked as she held her finger nails up for him to see, then down to the fresh wounds hovering above them. “I could kill you with a single touch.”
“Okay, fine. I was following orders to keep an eye on the new supers, but I got cocky and thought I could take him."
“Who’s your boss?” she said inching closer with her nails.
“His name’s Michael, he’s our leader.” he whimpered.
“Who’s boss?”
“Us, the Omegas it’s a secret underground gang.”
“Perfect. You’re going to take me to him.” she demanded as she pulled him to his car and got in with him.
“Damn it!” She cursed as she stomped her foot. She saw the two newest super heroes flying off in different directions then something caught her eye. She saw two thugs keeping a closer eye on the two than she was and she saw them get into two very similar looking cars and follow the heroes. She got in her own car and followed one of them from a distance. “ I might be able to get in with the villains around here after all.” She chuckled to herself as she tailed the car. They stopped at a park and she stayed in her car as she watched the ice elemental touch down. Predictably the large man got out of the car and tried to pursue the kid and he took off into the nearby woods. Shortly after he came out of the woods empty handed and returned to his car. He drove out of the park and around to the houses that were on the other side of the woods.
She followed as before and waited as the other guy waited. About an hour later she saw him get out of his car, probably to stretch and he leaned against his car. A few minutes later a kid that looked similar to the ice kid, except for the hair, came out of the house across the street from his car. He started following the kid and she saw as a confrontation erupted and didn’t end well. She saw the kid run to the woods.
She ran up to the guy and tried to help him get to his feet.
“Who do you work for?” She demanded.
“I’ll never tell you.” He coughed
“You sure about that?” She asked as she held her finger nails up for him to see, then down to the fresh wounds hovering above them. “I could kill you with a single touch.”
“Okay, fine. I was following orders to keep an eye on the new supers, but I got cocky and thought I could take him."
“Who’s your boss?” she said inching closer with her nails.
“His name’s Michael, he’s our leader.” he whimpered.
“Who’s boss?”
“Us, the Omegas it’s a secret underground gang.”
“Perfect. You’re going to take me to him.” she demanded as she pulled him to his car and got in with him.
"Pit? That you?"
He saw Pit's silhouette at the door as he pattered down the stairs. He briefly searched for the keys before realising that Pit had moved them when they had to take off. He crouched down in front of the letterbox, "Pit, as great as this view of you is, crouch down a sec," He grinned when Pit crouched down, "Where are the keys?" He asked, carefully enunciating each word, "Because I am currently locked in my own house and you are on the wrong side of the door for this to be happening."
Christian sat down on the bottom stair, waiting for Pit to find the keys to the house. When the lock clicked, Christian bounced up, his hands in his pockets, "So, do you wanna ideas or 'information' first?" He asked, remembering Pit telling him that they needed to talk if he was feeling up to it.
He saw Pit's silhouette at the door as he pattered down the stairs. He briefly searched for the keys before realising that Pit had moved them when they had to take off. He crouched down in front of the letterbox, "Pit, as great as this view of you is, crouch down a sec," He grinned when Pit crouched down, "Where are the keys?" He asked, carefully enunciating each word, "Because I am currently locked in my own house and you are on the wrong side of the door for this to be happening."
Christian sat down on the bottom stair, waiting for Pit to find the keys to the house. When the lock clicked, Christian bounced up, his hands in his pockets, "So, do you wanna ideas or 'information' first?" He asked, remembering Pit telling him that they needed to talk if he was feeling up to it.
Out on the streets, Alastar reached for his pockets and took out a pack of 20 cigarillos. Propping one up, he placed it in his mouth and put the pack back in his mouth. As he walked, Alastar made the tip of the cigarillo vibrate, just enough for it to flame up, letting him smoke it. He took a large puff and let it out, removing the blunt from his mouth with his right hand. As he walked, he just happened to catch a glimpse of a fight between Supers (Because that’s what they were called now). He had arrived only to see the end of the fight unfortunately. As he turned the corner, he could see the authorities grab some guy who seemed to have been beat up pretty bad. He decided to stay at the corner and watch.
“Well…it’s seems Torchy and Icy were able to take some bad guy down” he chuckled and stayed behind, waiting for them to leave. He needed a way into this cities “Super” environment. As of now, no one knew that he had his own abilities; in fact, he had not used them since he got here. He had finished his blunt when the “Supers” split up. Torchy and Icy both dashed in opposite directions, after have a little talk, while the other girl slowly walked away without saying a word. Choosing his target, Alastar was about to go after the girl, when he noticed a shady black van following Icy.
“That looks promising”
And so he followed the van instead. He started running after it, but even with his enhanced speed, he would not be able to catch up to the speeding van. He quickly thought of a plan and put it into action. Planning his own route, he ran to an alley way where he was able to leap from one wall to another and grab onto a ladder. From there, he found himself on a roof. On said roof, he was able to find the van and follow it once more. Running towards it, he leaped from one roof to another, rolling to break his fall. After he had flipped over and exhaust vent, he found himself on a roof adjacent to the scene at hand.
He had got there just in time to see the poor fool (Who though he could take down a super) get his ass handed to him. Alastar chuckled from his roof, as the boy ran off. He was about to jump down from the roof and interrogate the guy, when a girl walked over to him. From his distance Alastar heard nothing, but the girl was leaving with the man and he would follow them.
“It seems I am not the only one looking to get my hands dirty…”
“Well…it’s seems Torchy and Icy were able to take some bad guy down” he chuckled and stayed behind, waiting for them to leave. He needed a way into this cities “Super” environment. As of now, no one knew that he had his own abilities; in fact, he had not used them since he got here. He had finished his blunt when the “Supers” split up. Torchy and Icy both dashed in opposite directions, after have a little talk, while the other girl slowly walked away without saying a word. Choosing his target, Alastar was about to go after the girl, when he noticed a shady black van following Icy.
“That looks promising”
And so he followed the van instead. He started running after it, but even with his enhanced speed, he would not be able to catch up to the speeding van. He quickly thought of a plan and put it into action. Planning his own route, he ran to an alley way where he was able to leap from one wall to another and grab onto a ladder. From there, he found himself on a roof. On said roof, he was able to find the van and follow it once more. Running towards it, he leaped from one roof to another, rolling to break his fall. After he had flipped over and exhaust vent, he found himself on a roof adjacent to the scene at hand.
He had got there just in time to see the poor fool (Who though he could take down a super) get his ass handed to him. Alastar chuckled from his roof, as the boy ran off. He was about to jump down from the roof and interrogate the guy, when a girl walked over to him. From his distance Alastar heard nothing, but the girl was leaving with the man and he would follow them.
“It seems I am not the only one looking to get my hands dirty…”
As Pit walked in the door he saw Christian bounce to his feet with his hands in his pockets. He knew the look well. He was excited, so excited that he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Although, in this case it seemed far more likely that he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his hands and was keeping them in his pockets to prevent it from happening.
"So, do you wanna do ideas or 'information' first?"
“Oh man, he’s begging for it.” His inner monolog was screaming at him. He decided to use this to his advantage.
He walked up and leaned in close to Christian and found the vulnerable spot and went in for the attack. He started kissing Christian’s chest in the v-shaped area where he had left his shirt unbuttoned. He slowly worked his way up his neck running his tongue along Christian’s jaw line all the way up to his ear. He hovered there for a moment then began to whisper.
“As much as I’d love to show you all of the ideas I was having earlier, and it’s taking everything I have not to do so right here on your stairs, I think it’d be better to wait…” He paused for a second for dramatic effect. “… until tonight.”
He then began to talk at a normal level still kissing him in between sentences. “I’m going to help you clean up here, then you’re coming to my place for dinner and you’re going to spend the night. No costume, no super-phone, no distractions just you and me. I don’t care what Blondie says to guilt-trip you, sure you were off for two months, but it was two months of guilt-ridden hell. You deserve at least one night of pleasure for all of that and that’s exactly what I intend to give you.” He paused for a second again. “After we have a little chat with my mom. It would seem that she was Sherlock Holmes in a past life. She kinda figured out our secret identities. Well, technically she figured yours out, I was outed by the doctor while in a coma. It’s really not a big deal, she promised she wouldn’t tell anyone and even said she’d cover for us if needed. I swear I didn’t tell her she figured it all out on her own we can trust her, she can keep a secret. Besides it’s not like there’s anything we can do about it now anyway, it’s not like we can wipe her memory.”
At that point he realized he was rambling and looked up at his face hoping to see a sign that Christian wasn’t mad and was okay with his mom knowing.
"So, do you wanna do ideas or 'information' first?"
“Oh man, he’s begging for it.” His inner monolog was screaming at him. He decided to use this to his advantage.
He walked up and leaned in close to Christian and found the vulnerable spot and went in for the attack. He started kissing Christian’s chest in the v-shaped area where he had left his shirt unbuttoned. He slowly worked his way up his neck running his tongue along Christian’s jaw line all the way up to his ear. He hovered there for a moment then began to whisper.
“As much as I’d love to show you all of the ideas I was having earlier, and it’s taking everything I have not to do so right here on your stairs, I think it’d be better to wait…” He paused for a second for dramatic effect. “… until tonight.”
He then began to talk at a normal level still kissing him in between sentences. “I’m going to help you clean up here, then you’re coming to my place for dinner and you’re going to spend the night. No costume, no super-phone, no distractions just you and me. I don’t care what Blondie says to guilt-trip you, sure you were off for two months, but it was two months of guilt-ridden hell. You deserve at least one night of pleasure for all of that and that’s exactly what I intend to give you.” He paused for a second again. “After we have a little chat with my mom. It would seem that she was Sherlock Holmes in a past life. She kinda figured out our secret identities. Well, technically she figured yours out, I was outed by the doctor while in a coma. It’s really not a big deal, she promised she wouldn’t tell anyone and even said she’d cover for us if needed. I swear I didn’t tell her she figured it all out on her own we can trust her, she can keep a secret. Besides it’s not like there’s anything we can do about it now anyway, it’s not like we can wipe her memory.”
At that point he realized he was rambling and looked up at his face hoping to see a sign that Christian wasn’t mad and was okay with his mom knowing.
Christian gripped the material of Pit's shirt when he started kissing him on the hollow at the base of his neck, anchoring himself while Pit kissed along his neck, biting down on his lip as Pit dragged his tongue along his jawline. “As much as I’d love to show you all of the ideas I was having earlier, and it’s taking everything I have not to do so right here on your stairs, I think it’d be better to wait…” Pit paused “… until tonight.”
Christian rested his head on Pit's shoulder, "You are a fucking tease, you know that?" He laughed, raising his head to meet Pit's kiss. He made small noises of approval as Pit outlined his plan. He reluctantly pulled away from Pit, "That sounds like a great plan, but if you don't stop kissing me, you're shirt will be ruined and I'm not loaning you a shirt because I'm evil like that," He held Pit's face tenderly, "I trust you, ok, I'm not mad about your mom knowing because I know you wouldn't do anything that would put either of us in danger. Plus your mom could single handedly out-sleuth the FBI, CIA and NSA combined. She was going to figure it out sooner or later." Christian had it much easier with his parents, they were both pretty much workaholics and had been since he was able to figure out how to make beans on toast without injuring himself. He pressed a kiss to Pit's forehead, "Come on, let's go clean up," He said, slipping his hand into Pit's as they headed out to the garden to clear up.
Christian propped the ladder back up against the tree, pulling down the paper chains, using the moment to stare at Pit while he was collecting the plates as Christian pulled the chains towards him, slightly tearing a loop or two in his distraction. Rolling the chains up, Christian jumped down from the tree and gathered the blanket in his free arm. "Just put the dishes in the sink," He directed to Pit before heading upstairs. He unceremoniously dumped the chains and blanket on his bed. Pit had been in his room before, but this felt different somehow. Maybe because Pit was now his boyfriend and his bed was right there and there was no one else in the house. He pushed those thought aside and grabbed his messenger bag and emptied out his schoolbooks, refilling the bag with clean clothes and a pair of lounge pants to sleep in. He sent a text to his mum, telling her about the new arrangements before linking his fingers through Pit's. Christian kissed Pit, just because he could and because he enjoyed it, "Let's go partner."
Christian rested his head on Pit's shoulder, "You are a fucking tease, you know that?" He laughed, raising his head to meet Pit's kiss. He made small noises of approval as Pit outlined his plan. He reluctantly pulled away from Pit, "That sounds like a great plan, but if you don't stop kissing me, you're shirt will be ruined and I'm not loaning you a shirt because I'm evil like that," He held Pit's face tenderly, "I trust you, ok, I'm not mad about your mom knowing because I know you wouldn't do anything that would put either of us in danger. Plus your mom could single handedly out-sleuth the FBI, CIA and NSA combined. She was going to figure it out sooner or later." Christian had it much easier with his parents, they were both pretty much workaholics and had been since he was able to figure out how to make beans on toast without injuring himself. He pressed a kiss to Pit's forehead, "Come on, let's go clean up," He said, slipping his hand into Pit's as they headed out to the garden to clear up.
Christian propped the ladder back up against the tree, pulling down the paper chains, using the moment to stare at Pit while he was collecting the plates as Christian pulled the chains towards him, slightly tearing a loop or two in his distraction. Rolling the chains up, Christian jumped down from the tree and gathered the blanket in his free arm. "Just put the dishes in the sink," He directed to Pit before heading upstairs. He unceremoniously dumped the chains and blanket on his bed. Pit had been in his room before, but this felt different somehow. Maybe because Pit was now his boyfriend and his bed was right there and there was no one else in the house. He pushed those thought aside and grabbed his messenger bag and emptied out his schoolbooks, refilling the bag with clean clothes and a pair of lounge pants to sleep in. He sent a text to his mum, telling her about the new arrangements before linking his fingers through Pit's. Christian kissed Pit, just because he could and because he enjoyed it, "Let's go partner."
Pit smiled as he got started clearing the dishes from the picnic. He was overcome with relief that Christian wasn’t upset about his mom figuring it out. As he took the dishes to the kitchen, he stole one of the few brownies left in the baking pan. Apart from Christian, brownies were Pit’s biggest weakness and if they were made well, he was powerless to resist them. As he ate, he watched Christian taking the chains from the tree. He loved watching him stretch to get the high ones; as he did his shirt rode up just enough to reveal the abs Pit had fallen in love with and that v shape made by his hips that made his whole body go cold in a good way when he saw it.
Christian came into the house carrying the chains and the blanket.
“Just put the dishes in the sink.” He told Pit as he walked up the stairs to his room. Pit did as he was asked then followed Christian to his room. He walked in to see him empty the books from his bag and Pit sat on the edge of his bed watching as he grabbed clothes and put them inside. He caught Christian staring at him a few times as if he was about to pounce on him. Part of Pit secretly wished he would, but it just wouldn’t be as special that way. After sending a text Christian grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers in a gentle swift motion followed by the sweetest kiss. It was gentle, heartfelt, unexpected and completely natural.
“Let’s go partner.” He said.
Partner. Only two little syllables, but never had they ever carried more than at that moment. Pit almost stumbled as Christian spoke the word. It was as though he was saying so much more than partner, he was saying boyfriend, best friend, soul mate. Pit kept moving, but the word brought a tear to his eye that froze the moment it hit his cheek. He scraped it away hoping Christian hadn’t seen it.
“Sure, partner.” Pit replied followed by fake coughing to try to cover the fact that he was all choked up.
The walk to Pit’s house was pleasantly uneventful and Pit was grateful for that. They walked together down the street at a normal pace just chatting like they always did and that was the best part, it was like they were made for each other. Pit couldn’t help but reflect on the last couple of days; here he was just a quiet gay goth boy who was terrified to tell Christian how he felt and now he had powers, he had Christian, he had Blaze, he had true love and he was astounded by how quickly it happened.
When they arrived, Pit opened the door and the smell of his mom’s pot roast hit him like a wall of aroma. His mouth instantly started watering. “Damn, Mom, it smells so good. How long ’til it’s ready?”
“About an hour. You boys have fun today?” she asked giving Christian a sly grin as if to say “I’m glad you guys are safe after fighting that maniac.”
“Yeah, Mom, things were great today, Christian made a great lunch earlier and we had a picnic.”
“Oh that’s sweet. By the way, your clothes are hanging up in your closet.”
“Thanks, Mom, you’re the best.”
Pit took Christian’s bag and headed down to his room.
“I’m gonna get a few things set up, you two can just chat for a few minutes, I’ll be back up in a bit.” He hinted as he went to make a few preparations for the evening. He set Christian’s bag dawn by the bed, which he promptly made. He then started searching through his nightstand until he found two bottles. He then got the most disheartened look on his face as he read both of the labels.
“Shit!” He whispered as he examined both the bottles, one in each hand. “Water-based will freeze, but oil-based is flammable.” He put them both on top in the drawer of the nightstand.
“Oh yeah, that reminds me…” He grabbed the fire extinguisher from the storage closet and an old ice scraper and set them by the bed, then he got on a chair and disconnected the smoke detector. He then set out a few scented candles on his desk and the two nightstands. After that he just cleaned up a little bit so his room looked livable. He returned upstairs to see Christian and his mom sitting at the table chatting.
“Everything okay down there?” He smirked. ((Part 1, apparently my post was too big))
Christian came into the house carrying the chains and the blanket.
“Just put the dishes in the sink.” He told Pit as he walked up the stairs to his room. Pit did as he was asked then followed Christian to his room. He walked in to see him empty the books from his bag and Pit sat on the edge of his bed watching as he grabbed clothes and put them inside. He caught Christian staring at him a few times as if he was about to pounce on him. Part of Pit secretly wished he would, but it just wouldn’t be as special that way. After sending a text Christian grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers in a gentle swift motion followed by the sweetest kiss. It was gentle, heartfelt, unexpected and completely natural.
“Let’s go partner.” He said.
Partner. Only two little syllables, but never had they ever carried more than at that moment. Pit almost stumbled as Christian spoke the word. It was as though he was saying so much more than partner, he was saying boyfriend, best friend, soul mate. Pit kept moving, but the word brought a tear to his eye that froze the moment it hit his cheek. He scraped it away hoping Christian hadn’t seen it.
“Sure, partner.” Pit replied followed by fake coughing to try to cover the fact that he was all choked up.
The walk to Pit’s house was pleasantly uneventful and Pit was grateful for that. They walked together down the street at a normal pace just chatting like they always did and that was the best part, it was like they were made for each other. Pit couldn’t help but reflect on the last couple of days; here he was just a quiet gay goth boy who was terrified to tell Christian how he felt and now he had powers, he had Christian, he had Blaze, he had true love and he was astounded by how quickly it happened.
When they arrived, Pit opened the door and the smell of his mom’s pot roast hit him like a wall of aroma. His mouth instantly started watering. “Damn, Mom, it smells so good. How long ’til it’s ready?”
“About an hour. You boys have fun today?” she asked giving Christian a sly grin as if to say “I’m glad you guys are safe after fighting that maniac.”
“Yeah, Mom, things were great today, Christian made a great lunch earlier and we had a picnic.”
“Oh that’s sweet. By the way, your clothes are hanging up in your closet.”
“Thanks, Mom, you’re the best.”
Pit took Christian’s bag and headed down to his room.
“I’m gonna get a few things set up, you two can just chat for a few minutes, I’ll be back up in a bit.” He hinted as he went to make a few preparations for the evening. He set Christian’s bag dawn by the bed, which he promptly made. He then started searching through his nightstand until he found two bottles. He then got the most disheartened look on his face as he read both of the labels.
“Shit!” He whispered as he examined both the bottles, one in each hand. “Water-based will freeze, but oil-based is flammable.” He put them both on top in the drawer of the nightstand.
“Oh yeah, that reminds me…” He grabbed the fire extinguisher from the storage closet and an old ice scraper and set them by the bed, then he got on a chair and disconnected the smoke detector. He then set out a few scented candles on his desk and the two nightstands. After that he just cleaned up a little bit so his room looked livable. He returned upstairs to see Christian and his mom sitting at the table chatting.
“Everything okay down there?” He smirked. ((Part 1, apparently my post was too big))
“Yeah, just had to tidy up a bit.” Pit grinned back. The two of them sat and played video games for a while until dinner was ready. Occasionally Danny or Randy would walk down from their rooms and say “hi” to Christian and see who was winning.
“Bill, Danny, Randy time for dinner.” His mom called upstairs when dinner was on the table. Everyone came to the table and of course Christian sat next to Pit with Danny and Randy across from them and Pit’s dad next to Pit and his mom next to Christian. Everyone started serving themselves and digging in. Pit decided to be a gentleman and serve Christian.
“ So, Pit, your super crush was on the news again, today.” Randy mocked.
“And who might that be?” Pit cautiously asked, taking the bait.
“You know, that dude who froze the mugger’s hand. He’s calling himself something like Frost Bite? Snow Boy? Elsa?”
“I think he goes by Ice Pick.” Pit interrupted before he could go any farther. “And, sure, he’s cute, but I’m not the one with a crush on him.” He said with a smirk as he looked at Christian who was blushing slightly. “I personally think Blaze is the cutest hero out there.” The table went completely silent and all eyes were on Pit.
“What?!” He complained.
“Well just the other day you were complaining about Blaze and all the damage he causes. You said you wouldn’t be surprised if he burned the city to the ground one day with his reckless behavior.” Pit’s dad chimed in.
“What, I’m not allowed to change my opinion when presented with new information? Sometimes collateral damage is unavoidable, but it doesn’t mean that the heroes are careless, it just means that they can’t foresee everything. I don’t hang on to a grudge forever.”
“Well it’s nice to hear that you let it go.” His dad replied. Christian snickered at the reference Pit’s dad made without a clue that he had made it. Pit tapped the back of his neck and sent a chill down his spine to shut him up.
“Wait a minute” Danny chimed. “What do you mean Blaze is the cutest? He wears a gas mask, you can’t even see his face.”
“With an ass like that, does it matter?” Pit said flatly. Christian and Pit’s mom both nearly choked when he said that.
“Okay.” Danny replied.
The rest of the meal went off with normal conversation. After Christian went and got changed into his lounge pants and a tee shirt while Pit helped his mom with the dishes then sat on the couch watching the news to see who, if anyone, was tearing it up in the city. As Pit walked in to the living room he saw the big goofy grin he loved smeared all over Christian’s face.
“Tidying up, huh?” He snickered.
“Yup.” He replied with a grin just as big and goofy. “I’m gonna go get changed too.” He said then went to his room and changed into a pair of pajama pants and a sleeveless tee shirt. He came back up and saw that Christian was sprawled out on the couch. Pit sat down between Christian’s legs and leaned back to where his head was resting on Christian’s chest. Pit’s dad was in his car room like he always did with his free time, he liked to collect and build scale model cars. The twins were both out, Danny at a house party and Randy on a date. “Well, I’m gonna go up to bed and read for a little bit.” His mom said with a sweet smile. Pit assumed that they had already talked things over earlier. His mom motioned with a finger for Pit to come talk to her for a second when she was at the foot of the stairs. Pit got up to see what she wanted.
“You have protection, right?” she whispered.
“Yeah, but those things are kinda temperature sensitive, so I don’t know how well they’re going to work.”
“NO! Not that. I meant the fire extinguisher. I don’t want the house to burn down just because you two are having fun.” She replied.
Pit nearly started laughing. “Yeah, Mom, it’s taken care of.” He smiled “Love you.” He kissed her on the cheek and she went up the stairs and Pit turned off the lights. He returned to his cozy spot on the couch cuddling up to his chest listening to his heart beat as they watched TV together. He looked up and kissed Christian’s jaw line again trying to drive him wild. Judging by the way his eyes were rolling back in his head, it was working.
“Ready to go to bed?” he asked as if he didn’t already know the answer.
FADE TO BLACK.
“Bill, Danny, Randy time for dinner.” His mom called upstairs when dinner was on the table. Everyone came to the table and of course Christian sat next to Pit with Danny and Randy across from them and Pit’s dad next to Pit and his mom next to Christian. Everyone started serving themselves and digging in. Pit decided to be a gentleman and serve Christian.
“ So, Pit, your super crush was on the news again, today.” Randy mocked.
“And who might that be?” Pit cautiously asked, taking the bait.
“You know, that dude who froze the mugger’s hand. He’s calling himself something like Frost Bite? Snow Boy? Elsa?”
“I think he goes by Ice Pick.” Pit interrupted before he could go any farther. “And, sure, he’s cute, but I’m not the one with a crush on him.” He said with a smirk as he looked at Christian who was blushing slightly. “I personally think Blaze is the cutest hero out there.” The table went completely silent and all eyes were on Pit.
“What?!” He complained.
“Well just the other day you were complaining about Blaze and all the damage he causes. You said you wouldn’t be surprised if he burned the city to the ground one day with his reckless behavior.” Pit’s dad chimed in.
“What, I’m not allowed to change my opinion when presented with new information? Sometimes collateral damage is unavoidable, but it doesn’t mean that the heroes are careless, it just means that they can’t foresee everything. I don’t hang on to a grudge forever.”
“Well it’s nice to hear that you let it go.” His dad replied. Christian snickered at the reference Pit’s dad made without a clue that he had made it. Pit tapped the back of his neck and sent a chill down his spine to shut him up.
“Wait a minute” Danny chimed. “What do you mean Blaze is the cutest? He wears a gas mask, you can’t even see his face.”
“With an ass like that, does it matter?” Pit said flatly. Christian and Pit’s mom both nearly choked when he said that.
“Okay.” Danny replied.
The rest of the meal went off with normal conversation. After Christian went and got changed into his lounge pants and a tee shirt while Pit helped his mom with the dishes then sat on the couch watching the news to see who, if anyone, was tearing it up in the city. As Pit walked in to the living room he saw the big goofy grin he loved smeared all over Christian’s face.
“Tidying up, huh?” He snickered.
“Yup.” He replied with a grin just as big and goofy. “I’m gonna go get changed too.” He said then went to his room and changed into a pair of pajama pants and a sleeveless tee shirt. He came back up and saw that Christian was sprawled out on the couch. Pit sat down between Christian’s legs and leaned back to where his head was resting on Christian’s chest. Pit’s dad was in his car room like he always did with his free time, he liked to collect and build scale model cars. The twins were both out, Danny at a house party and Randy on a date. “Well, I’m gonna go up to bed and read for a little bit.” His mom said with a sweet smile. Pit assumed that they had already talked things over earlier. His mom motioned with a finger for Pit to come talk to her for a second when she was at the foot of the stairs. Pit got up to see what she wanted.
“You have protection, right?” she whispered.
“Yeah, but those things are kinda temperature sensitive, so I don’t know how well they’re going to work.”
“NO! Not that. I meant the fire extinguisher. I don’t want the house to burn down just because you two are having fun.” She replied.
Pit nearly started laughing. “Yeah, Mom, it’s taken care of.” He smiled “Love you.” He kissed her on the cheek and she went up the stairs and Pit turned off the lights. He returned to his cozy spot on the couch cuddling up to his chest listening to his heart beat as they watched TV together. He looked up and kissed Christian’s jaw line again trying to drive him wild. Judging by the way his eyes were rolling back in his head, it was working.
“Ready to go to bed?” he asked as if he didn’t already know the answer.
FADE TO BLACK.
“So now you just bring people to my front door!” Exclaimed.
One of his members took the time to not only tell someone he works for him but also bring them to one of his secondary hideouts. Just when he thought the problems of the day would be over. At least it wasn’t the main base, he did one thing right. Still, this would be taken care of in private later. He was called ahead of time and told him everything that happened and to be at “1533” which is the code for one of the many smaller bases scattered in the area. This particular one had the look of an abandoned warehouse, of course you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. They usually used this particular place to trade weaponry and such, but as of now nothing was happening so everyone was gone.
Michael was able to make it there a few minutes after his underling had. He rode up in a black Chevrolet Impala, Michael had in interest in older things. Tv shows, Action figures, radios, and his car. He was wearing his usual garb, a light red collared shirt and white dress pants. He leaned against his car, shot the Omega member the meanest look he could give him and waited to see how this would turn out.
Things were going better with Cody on the other hand. The super he was following was doing a bad job of escaping. If he was actually trying to cat up to her It would have been over a long time ago. He followed her all the way back to her little apartment then relayed all the information back to Sebastion his job was now done. It was time to make up a story about how he couldn’t keep up with the Super and what not, it was going to be a pain, but as is life. Cody stuck a cigarette in his mouth and walked away.
Sebation now knew the whereabouts of one of the supers. He was just waiting on information from Michael about the younger two. He was sure it wouldn't be too long out of all of the people he has ever controlled Michael was by far the most competent. In the meantime he would prepare himself for his meeting with the bank robber. He will talk to her face to face.
“Whats going on! Whats going on!” Sabdra repeated several times in a panic.
She threw her mask and cap into the pile of ashes that used to be her bed. She shot yellow balls of energy out of her body destroying a large portion of the bank. She took off her clothes and poked at her body seeing if anything would happen. Her breathing was heavy and she couldn’t keep a solid thought. If anyone was with her they would only know that she in fact had no idea what was going on.
After a long while of hyperventilating and confusion, she finally calmed down just enough to start thinking about what it is she just did.
“How did I do that” She sat on the floor looking at her hands and arms
“I didn’t know I could do that”
Dust seemed to blow off the mask revealing itself to her, almost mocking her incident. She stared at the mask and it stared back.
“Shit”
After a short while she fell asleep on the floor, not knowing what to do next. She was never good at looking into the future.
Selena steped out of the car and flashed Michael a smile, her magenta hair flowing behind her and she flipped a strand out of her face in a seductive manner.
"Now, now, don't be too hard on the guy. I did sort of force my hand on him." She grinned slyly as she flashed her finger nails at Michael. "I'll get right down to business here. I want to work for you. You have no noticable supers on your team, and even if you do none of them are like me. I have certian talents that would be very valuable to an organization such as this. I only want a few things; anonymity, a safe place to stay and a costume, then I'm all yours. If you want a demostration of my powers, you'll have to bring me one of your underlings that you're not to thrilled with as it will likely be fatal." She rattled off to the Omega boss.
"Now, now, don't be too hard on the guy. I did sort of force my hand on him." She grinned slyly as she flashed her finger nails at Michael. "I'll get right down to business here. I want to work for you. You have no noticable supers on your team, and even if you do none of them are like me. I have certian talents that would be very valuable to an organization such as this. I only want a few things; anonymity, a safe place to stay and a costume, then I'm all yours. If you want a demostration of my powers, you'll have to bring me one of your underlings that you're not to thrilled with as it will likely be fatal." She rattled off to the Omega boss.
Sebastion smiled
"What an interesting turn of events. What do you say Michael, should we see what she can do?"
A plan hatched in Sebastions head immediately. Michael nodded and signaled his underling to come out the car, and over to him. He wasnt to mad at him now seeing Sebation was pleased with the super coming to him.
"What did you find out?" Michael whispered to the man
The lackey then proceeded to tell him the exact place he had seen "Ice Pick" go It seemed to be his house, he wasn't to careful apparently.
Sebation was once again pleased with the new information
Michael nodded again and began to speak
"So you beat up one of my guys, force him to take you here and take time out of my busy schedule"
Michael pulled a pistol out of the back side of his pants and pointed it at Selena
"So you can play dress up and be the big bad villain?! For what, whats your reason, whats your game? Tell me one reason why I shouldn't just shoot you now"
Michael's finger was wrapped around the trigger, he meant business. His grunt stood there by his side smiling, Michael was always a tough guy to deal with.
"You dont get to do whatever you want then come talk 'Business' with me. Think of something better to tell me, you have 10 seconds."
"10...9.....8....7"
Selena stayed calm. "Well first of all I didn't beat up your guy, he got cocky and tried to take down Ice Pick on his own, I just took advantage of his situation. Second, I doubt you have many men who can kill someone just by breaking the skin. Do you really want to dispose of something that valuable? As for what's in it for me, I'll be in a position where I won't be looked down on just because I'm a woman. All my life I've had to work twice as hard for half the glory. Being a villian is the one place where there's no gender bias. A female villian is just as much of a threat, just as feared as a male. If I can't get respect I'll settle for fear."
Alastar had kept his distance the whole time, well hidden in the corner of a low roof stop. Though he was far enough to say he was well hidden, he was able to listen on to the conversation at hand. The first thing he realized was how easily the gang leader had changed his face. Visibly mad at his gang member for his apparent failure, Alastar was expecting him to shoot said member on sight. But alas, just as the wounded male stepped out of the car followed by the girl, there seemed to be a very big change in the gang leader’s face. He found it strange how such a man could so easily forgive such a failure from one of his men. That was when Alastar had his first suspicions… of what, he could not say. But he had the feeling that there was something more to this Omega gang. Another thing was when he saw the man’s eyes. “Red?” he thought. “That is definitely not natural…”
He waited and watched as the two spoke, when finally the gang leader pulled out a gun and pointed it at the girls face. Alastar chuckled “Well, wasn’t expecting that…” He lowered his head a little bit more and watched as the two exchanged words. In all honesty, Alastar was hiding even though he did not have two. Being discovered was not something that worried him at the moment. He only waited to see, deciding to show himself only once the gang leader had shot or not.
He waited and watched as the two spoke, when finally the gang leader pulled out a gun and pointed it at the girls face. Alastar chuckled “Well, wasn’t expecting that…” He lowered his head a little bit more and watched as the two exchanged words. In all honesty, Alastar was hiding even though he did not have two. Being discovered was not something that worried him at the moment. He only waited to see, deciding to show himself only once the gang leader had shot or not.
Pit took Christian's bag and headed down into his room, leaving Christian alone with the super-sleuth herself. She smiled at him and Christian felt his mouth go dry. She wanted to talk. He sat down at the table and waited for her to start, staring ahead at the wall. "Christian?" He flickered his gaze to Mrs. Mason to show he was listening. His palms were sweating. "I understand that you and Pit are a couple now."
"Ye-" Christian cleared his throat, "Yes ma'am."
"Totally saw it coming," Christian's head snapped up, "Christian, there's not many people who would take two months out of their lives to sit next to someone in a coma without loving that person."
"S-so you're okay with it? I mean, me and Pit?"
"Do you care about him?" He nodded, "Would you go out of your way to make sure he was happy?" Again, he nodded. She smiled, "Then that's all I need to know. I can't even threaten to kick your ass if you break up with him."
"I don't think you need to worry, ma'am. Pit's more than capable of kicking my butt."
"I'm sure he is," Her attention was caught by someone behind him. Christian looked over his shoulder to see Pit standing there, “Everything okay down there?”
“Yeah, just had to tidy up a bit.” Pit grinned. Christian was instantly curious. He knew that grin. That grin meant that Pit was up to something.
Pit's mom called the whole family down for dinner. Christian liked dinner at the Mason home. The gentle chaos that came with having so many people around was a far cry from his own house, where it was just him and his parents when they were actually home. Everyone dove in and helped themselves apart from Christian. Pit had obviously decided to be gent and serve him, "My hero," He sighed.
“ So, Pit, your super crush was on the news again, today.” Randy mocked. Christian looked at Pit, eyebrow raised, curious as to the identity of the 'super crush'.
“And who might that be?” Pit cautiously asked.
“You know, that dude who froze the mugger’s hand. He’s calling himself something like Frost Bite? Snow Boy? Elsa?” Pit had frozen a guy's hand? Christian thought, why hadn't he mentioned it?
“I think he goes by Ice Pick," Pit interrupted, “And, sure, he’s cute, but I’m not the one with a crush on him," He continued, looking pointedly at Christian, who could feel his cheeks begin to burn at the implication, “I personally think Blaze is the cutest hero out there," Christian grabbed his drink, hiding his face, which he was sure was rapidly approaching the same colour as his hair, all while trying to look as innocent as possible, "What?" Pit protested.
“Well just the other day you were complaining about Blaze and all the damage he causes. You said you wouldn’t be surprised if he burned the city to the ground one day with his reckless behavior.” Mr. Mason chimed in. It felt like a blow to the gut to be reminded what Pit had once thought of his alter-ego and just how passionate those feelings had been.
“What, I’m not allowed to change my opinion when presented with new information? Sometimes collateral damage is unavoidable, but it doesn’t mean that the heroes are careless, it just means that they can’t foresee everything. I don’t hang on to a grudge forever.” Christian felt brave enough to put his drink down. He was fairly certain his cheeks had returned to their normal colour.
“Well it’s nice to hear that you let it go.” Christian snickered at the Frozen reference Mr. Mason had unwittingly made. The song made an unwanted loop around his head. Great. Now he was destined to have that song in his head all night, he was certain. Christian shivered slightly when Pit touched an icy finger to the nape of his neck. What was it with Pit and ice play?
“Wait a minute” Danny chimed. “What do you mean Blaze is the cutest? He wears a gas mask, you can’t even see his face.”
Christian hastily focused his attention on his food. Oh if only you knew how many times you'd seen his face.
“With an ass like that, does it matter?” Pit answered flatly, causing Christian to nearly choke on the potato he was halfway through eating. He hadn't expected that to be Pit's answer. Still, it was good for ego to know that Pit like looking at his ass, and obviously had been looking. He clocked the information away.
After dinner, Christian offered to help clear away, but was told by Mrs Mason that Danny and Pit were on clean-up duty. Not really wanting any bonding time with Randy, Christian headed down to Pit's room to get changed. He looked around the room. So this was what Pit had been doing? He let out a little chuckle at the fire extinguisher. He should really reasure Pit that he had his powers under control. Still, it was kinda cute that he had thought about this. As he reached his bag, Christian noticed two bottles on the nightstand. He really did have everything thought of, Christian realised, hiding the oil-based liquid in the drawer. Water was safer in many respects. He didn't think that Pit would get cold enough to actually freeze it tonight and if Pit did, well, Christian would just have to warm him up again.
Changing into his lounge pants and t-shirt before heading back up, unable to keep the grin off his face, "Tidying up, huh?"
“Yup.” Pit replied with a grin just as big and goofy. “I’m gonna go get changed too.”
Christian sat down in the corner of the couch, his legs sprawled out. His attention was vaguely held by the TV, although he was much more concerned with how long it was going to take Pit to get back up here. When Pit finally came back, he curled up in the space between Christian's legs, resting his head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around Pit's waist, holding Pit's hand with his free hand. A quiet sort of contentment came over Christian as he lay on the couch with Pit, feeling his cool body heat resting against him. Mrs Mason announced that she was going to bed, signalling for Pit to follow her. Christian reluctantly disentangled himself from Pit, allowing him to follow his mom.
When he returned, Pit resumed his previous position on the couch, his head resting slightly higher on Christian's chest this time. Pit was close enough that he could actually smell him. The same scent he could smell earlier, but this time it was stronger, especially since Christian couldn't actually move. Bubblegum and cologne. God, it drove him mad. It was like he could actually get high off Pit's scent. He felt Pit shift slightly, but thought nothing of it, figuring that Pit was just getting comfortable. That was until Pit began kissing along his jawline. Thousands of tiny shocks shot off in Christian's body as Pit continued along his jaw, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the moment, “Ready to go to bed?”
Whaddya know, Pit's a tease, Christian thought, actually enjoying the fact that Pit was a tease, although he was numbly aware that it was probably going to land them in trouble one day, "Thought you'd never ask," He grinned, gently brushing his lips against Pit's before following him to the bedroom.
FADE
"Ye-" Christian cleared his throat, "Yes ma'am."
"Totally saw it coming," Christian's head snapped up, "Christian, there's not many people who would take two months out of their lives to sit next to someone in a coma without loving that person."
"S-so you're okay with it? I mean, me and Pit?"
"Do you care about him?" He nodded, "Would you go out of your way to make sure he was happy?" Again, he nodded. She smiled, "Then that's all I need to know. I can't even threaten to kick your ass if you break up with him."
"I don't think you need to worry, ma'am. Pit's more than capable of kicking my butt."
"I'm sure he is," Her attention was caught by someone behind him. Christian looked over his shoulder to see Pit standing there, “Everything okay down there?”
“Yeah, just had to tidy up a bit.” Pit grinned. Christian was instantly curious. He knew that grin. That grin meant that Pit was up to something.
Pit's mom called the whole family down for dinner. Christian liked dinner at the Mason home. The gentle chaos that came with having so many people around was a far cry from his own house, where it was just him and his parents when they were actually home. Everyone dove in and helped themselves apart from Christian. Pit had obviously decided to be gent and serve him, "My hero," He sighed.
“ So, Pit, your super crush was on the news again, today.” Randy mocked. Christian looked at Pit, eyebrow raised, curious as to the identity of the 'super crush'.
“And who might that be?” Pit cautiously asked.
“You know, that dude who froze the mugger’s hand. He’s calling himself something like Frost Bite? Snow Boy? Elsa?” Pit had frozen a guy's hand? Christian thought, why hadn't he mentioned it?
“I think he goes by Ice Pick," Pit interrupted, “And, sure, he’s cute, but I’m not the one with a crush on him," He continued, looking pointedly at Christian, who could feel his cheeks begin to burn at the implication, “I personally think Blaze is the cutest hero out there," Christian grabbed his drink, hiding his face, which he was sure was rapidly approaching the same colour as his hair, all while trying to look as innocent as possible, "What?" Pit protested.
“Well just the other day you were complaining about Blaze and all the damage he causes. You said you wouldn’t be surprised if he burned the city to the ground one day with his reckless behavior.” Mr. Mason chimed in. It felt like a blow to the gut to be reminded what Pit had once thought of his alter-ego and just how passionate those feelings had been.
“What, I’m not allowed to change my opinion when presented with new information? Sometimes collateral damage is unavoidable, but it doesn’t mean that the heroes are careless, it just means that they can’t foresee everything. I don’t hang on to a grudge forever.” Christian felt brave enough to put his drink down. He was fairly certain his cheeks had returned to their normal colour.
“Well it’s nice to hear that you let it go.” Christian snickered at the Frozen reference Mr. Mason had unwittingly made. The song made an unwanted loop around his head. Great. Now he was destined to have that song in his head all night, he was certain. Christian shivered slightly when Pit touched an icy finger to the nape of his neck. What was it with Pit and ice play?
“Wait a minute” Danny chimed. “What do you mean Blaze is the cutest? He wears a gas mask, you can’t even see his face.”
Christian hastily focused his attention on his food. Oh if only you knew how many times you'd seen his face.
“With an ass like that, does it matter?” Pit answered flatly, causing Christian to nearly choke on the potato he was halfway through eating. He hadn't expected that to be Pit's answer. Still, it was good for ego to know that Pit like looking at his ass, and obviously had been looking. He clocked the information away.
After dinner, Christian offered to help clear away, but was told by Mrs Mason that Danny and Pit were on clean-up duty. Not really wanting any bonding time with Randy, Christian headed down to Pit's room to get changed. He looked around the room. So this was what Pit had been doing? He let out a little chuckle at the fire extinguisher. He should really reasure Pit that he had his powers under control. Still, it was kinda cute that he had thought about this. As he reached his bag, Christian noticed two bottles on the nightstand. He really did have everything thought of, Christian realised, hiding the oil-based liquid in the drawer. Water was safer in many respects. He didn't think that Pit would get cold enough to actually freeze it tonight and if Pit did, well, Christian would just have to warm him up again.
Changing into his lounge pants and t-shirt before heading back up, unable to keep the grin off his face, "Tidying up, huh?"
“Yup.” Pit replied with a grin just as big and goofy. “I’m gonna go get changed too.”
Christian sat down in the corner of the couch, his legs sprawled out. His attention was vaguely held by the TV, although he was much more concerned with how long it was going to take Pit to get back up here. When Pit finally came back, he curled up in the space between Christian's legs, resting his head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around Pit's waist, holding Pit's hand with his free hand. A quiet sort of contentment came over Christian as he lay on the couch with Pit, feeling his cool body heat resting against him. Mrs Mason announced that she was going to bed, signalling for Pit to follow her. Christian reluctantly disentangled himself from Pit, allowing him to follow his mom.
When he returned, Pit resumed his previous position on the couch, his head resting slightly higher on Christian's chest this time. Pit was close enough that he could actually smell him. The same scent he could smell earlier, but this time it was stronger, especially since Christian couldn't actually move. Bubblegum and cologne. God, it drove him mad. It was like he could actually get high off Pit's scent. He felt Pit shift slightly, but thought nothing of it, figuring that Pit was just getting comfortable. That was until Pit began kissing along his jawline. Thousands of tiny shocks shot off in Christian's body as Pit continued along his jaw, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the moment, “Ready to go to bed?”
Whaddya know, Pit's a tease, Christian thought, actually enjoying the fact that Pit was a tease, although he was numbly aware that it was probably going to land them in trouble one day, "Thought you'd never ask," He grinned, gently brushing his lips against Pit's before following him to the bedroom.
FADE
Pit woke to the smell of bacon wafting down from the kitchen. He reluctantly pulled himself out of bed and went into the bathroom and took a shower. He got out and saw Christian was still out cold. He stood there and stared in awe for a few seconds and even pinched himself to make sure last night wasn’t a dream. He allowed Christian to continue sleeping while he went up and checked out what his mom was cooking. Pit’s mom was going all out; there was bacon, eggs, waffles, sausage and toast.
“Sheesh, mom, we’re teenagers not lumber jacks.”
“Are you saying I should’ve made more?” she joked.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Is Christian going to be up soon?”
“He’s a little tuckered out I think, but the smell should have him awake in no time.” Pit replied as he started piling up a plate with waffles and bacon.
Pit started eating and Danny and Randy came down and started filling their own plates. Randy was going over the events of his date while Danny was talking about his party. The door to Pit’s room opened and out walked Christian his eyes still squinting and barely awake. Without even being asked, Pit’s mom handed Christian a big cup of coffee.
“Thank you, Mrs. Mason.” He was barely able to form the words.
He sat down and fixed himself a plate and started eating while he tried to wake up.
((Sorry it’s so short, I just had a few minutes))
“Sheesh, mom, we’re teenagers not lumber jacks.”
“Are you saying I should’ve made more?” she joked.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Is Christian going to be up soon?”
“He’s a little tuckered out I think, but the smell should have him awake in no time.” Pit replied as he started piling up a plate with waffles and bacon.
Pit started eating and Danny and Randy came down and started filling their own plates. Randy was going over the events of his date while Danny was talking about his party. The door to Pit’s room opened and out walked Christian his eyes still squinting and barely awake. Without even being asked, Pit’s mom handed Christian a big cup of coffee.
“Thank you, Mrs. Mason.” He was barely able to form the words.
He sat down and fixed himself a plate and started eating while he tried to wake up.
((Sorry it’s so short, I just had a few minutes))
Christian turned in the bed, searching for Pit. He groped his hand around the bed, searching for the familiar coldness of his boyfriend. Finding none, Christian snapped awake. He looked around the room, frantically searching for Pit. He heard quiet chattering upstairs. Figuring that was where Pit would be, Christian hunted for his clothes. He pulled his sleeping clothes on, not wanting to turn up in the kitchen half naked. He would spare Pit that conversation with his brothers for now.
Christian sat on the edge of the bed, blinking owlishly. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing up his bed hair even more. Birds could nest in there and he wouldn't know at this point in time. He sniffed the air, perking up when he smelled bacon. Padding up the stairs, Christian was eternally grateful for the coffee Mrs. Mason automatically passed to him, "Thank you, Mrs Mason," He said, taking the seat opposite Pit. Christian began loading his plate with food, shooting loaded looks at Pit every time he caught Pit's eyes. He listened numbly while Randy regaled them with the tale of his date. From what he could gather, Randy had made out with the girl but that was about as far as it had gone. Christian raised an eyebrow at Pit, Can you believe this guy?, the eyebrow said, barely able to suppress a smirk.
"So, weird goth guy who happens to be my best friend with a crush on superhero with a cute ass, what are our plans for the day? I planned yesterday, it's your turn. Or do you want me to wait until you're actually awake before I ask you any more questions?" Christian grinned.
Christian sat on the edge of the bed, blinking owlishly. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing up his bed hair even more. Birds could nest in there and he wouldn't know at this point in time. He sniffed the air, perking up when he smelled bacon. Padding up the stairs, Christian was eternally grateful for the coffee Mrs. Mason automatically passed to him, "Thank you, Mrs Mason," He said, taking the seat opposite Pit. Christian began loading his plate with food, shooting loaded looks at Pit every time he caught Pit's eyes. He listened numbly while Randy regaled them with the tale of his date. From what he could gather, Randy had made out with the girl but that was about as far as it had gone. Christian raised an eyebrow at Pit, Can you believe this guy?, the eyebrow said, barely able to suppress a smirk.
"So, weird goth guy who happens to be my best friend with a crush on superhero with a cute ass, what are our plans for the day? I planned yesterday, it's your turn. Or do you want me to wait until you're actually awake before I ask you any more questions?" Christian grinned.
“Hmm, my plans?” He muttered as he scratched his chin. “Well I did have an idea.” He paused and saw the look on Christian’s face. “No not that idea, although I do want to do that again very soon, I was thinking we might want to go out looking for a new place to ‘hang out’.” Pit told him, hoping Christian would get the point that they needed to find a place they could use as a base.
“And I thought we could maybe go hangout at the lake. It looks so cool in the winter, then maybe go to the book store or the vintage video game shop and who knows we might get a chance to see Blaze or Ice Pick.” He smiled.
“Sounds fun.” Christian said.
The two of them finished breakfast then Pit went to his room and packed a backpack with his costume. He grabbed his super phone and checked it, surprisingly no SOS messages. He put the phone in his pocket and hoped the rest of the day would go off without any interruptions.
“So, I figure we can go to your place and drop off your stuff, then we’ll head out.” He told Christian as he was getting dressed, doing his best to hold himself back from tearing off every piece of clothing Christian put on, the lust clearly visible in his eyes.
“You’re gonna burn a hole in my clothes if you keep staring at me like that.” Christian chuckled
“That’s really more your thing.” Pit replied.
As Christian was pulling on his shirt, Pit walked up behind him and started kissing his neck and slapped him on the ass.
“Next time this is mine.” He whispered in Christian’s ear as he groped a cheek.
They finally left the house after Pit told his mom their plans for the day. As they walked to Christian’s house, Pit still had one question going through his mind.
“So in light of the revelations over the last couple of days, I feel compelled to ask you this one more time; not in a note, but in my own voice. Christian, will you be my date to the Valentines Day dance? If we have to leave early due to super stuff, that’s fine, but I really would love to go with you and have a real date. I don’t care if it ends in us kicking some villain’s ass as long as I get this one when we’re done.” He chuckled as he grabbed a cheek once more. Pit really did have a thing for Christian’s hot body and he was sick of trying to hide it. He loved Christian emotionally and physically and he didn’t care who knew it.
“Someone’s frisky today.” Christian laughed as he batted Pit’s hand away.
“So where should we be looking for a base? It’s just too dangerous to be going to and from our own houses; we could easily be followed, our families’ lives could be in danger and all the cool super heroes in the comics get their own secret bases why shouldn’t we?” He asked as they walked up to the door of Christian’s house.
using the sounds of dusk he tracked two targets the kept taking about villains bases and buts but that's beside the point he finally had someone to hunt but the word family made him double take he thought "(great the first prey and they have non-heroes in there lives wonderful well it does matter but i still have to do this no matter who they are and who they have)" "now to find you then to hunt then kill you" he said as he set off following the voices of these two heroes.
Christian agreed to Pit's plans for the day, nodding his approval, "Sounds good." He said, ignoring the look Pit's brothers gave them when Pit had mentioned wanting to do something again and soon. Any plan Pit had come up with would have been a good plan as far as Christian was concerned. Finishing up his breakfast, Christian followed Pit back to his room.
Christian grabbed a quick shower before getting dressed. As he dressed, he could feel Pit's gaze boring into him, "“You’re gonna burn a hole in my clothes if you keep staring at me like that.”
"That's really more your thing," Pit answered as Christian pulled his t-shirt down. He felt Pit standing behind him shortly before kissing his neck, "“Next time this is mine," Pit said, slapping his ass.
Christian bit his lip, "We'll see about that," he turned against Pit to face him, brushing his lips against Pit, grinning at the effect he had on Pit.
As they headed to Christian's house, Christian linked his fingers through Pit's, feeling more at ease than he had for a long time. “So in light of the revelations over the last couple of days, I feel compelled to ask you this one more time; not in a note, but in my own voice. Christian, will you be my date to the Valentines Day dance? If we have to leave early due to super stuff, that’s fine, but I really would love to go with you and have a real date. I don’t care if it ends in us kicking some villain’s ass as long as I get this one when we’re done.” Pit grabbed his ass again.
Christian laughed and batted his hand away, "Someone's frisky today," He captured Pit's hand in his own, "But yes, I will go the dance with you. And if you're good, you get my ass."
“So where should we be looking for a base? It’s just too dangerous to be going to and from our own houses; we could easily be followed, our families’ lives could be in danger and all the cool super heroes in the comics get their own secret bases why shouldn't we?” Pit asked as Christian opened the front door to his house.
"What like Batman and the Bat Cave?" Christian asked, letting Pit in, pointing upstairs, "Hey Mom! We're back!" Christian called, not altogether sure if they were actually in the house. The absent reply told him they were either in bed or had already left for the day. Shrugging to himself, Christian followed Pit upstairs, "Because if you mean like Batman, then I am totally Batman, which makes you Robin for the time being," Christian dumped his bag on his bed and sat down on the edge. His costume, sans his mask, was folded in the middle of his bed. That reminded him, "I need to get a new mask. Niru cracked mine to shit," He said, "Might change the mask actually, y'know, considering how hot I am and all that," He smirked at Pit, "Blessed with good looks, might as well let the world see some of them."
April rolled out of bed, her head pounding from the beating she had taken the previous day. She checked her face for any visible bruising. There was a small lump on her forehead, but she could explain that one away easily. Everything else was pretty much fine. As she dressed, she remembered the kid who had interrupted. Scab. Kid was a good fighter, she thought. Admittedly, he was more of a street fighter than she was, but a good fighter was a good fighter. A team up might be good for them.
Whatever might be good for the Supers of the city, right now April needed to get herself into gear. She had a few lectures today that she needed to turn up for on account of the fact she was teaching them. Checking that she didn't look too professorial, April grabbed her bag and headed out to the university. Her route took her past the local high school which had a countdown to the Valentine's Dance. It was a few days out. Obviously no one maintained it over the weekend. Her memories of the high school were pleasant enough, apart from the few people who objected to smart people, but she never let them bother her.
She skipped up the stairs of the campus building into the lecture theatre. Her class was beginning to trickle in, mostly in groups of two and three. She was a few minutes early so she busied herself setting up her equipment. She always felt nervous standing up here, like she was an impostor. She was less than ten years older than her youngest students, and these students were in their senior year, so she was maybe five years older than they were. It wasn't worth getting her started on her post-graduates class. She checked her watch and decided it was time to start. She tapped the microphone to get the young adults' attention, "Good morning class."
Christian grabbed a quick shower before getting dressed. As he dressed, he could feel Pit's gaze boring into him, "“You’re gonna burn a hole in my clothes if you keep staring at me like that.”
"That's really more your thing," Pit answered as Christian pulled his t-shirt down. He felt Pit standing behind him shortly before kissing his neck, "“Next time this is mine," Pit said, slapping his ass.
Christian bit his lip, "We'll see about that," he turned against Pit to face him, brushing his lips against Pit, grinning at the effect he had on Pit.
As they headed to Christian's house, Christian linked his fingers through Pit's, feeling more at ease than he had for a long time. “So in light of the revelations over the last couple of days, I feel compelled to ask you this one more time; not in a note, but in my own voice. Christian, will you be my date to the Valentines Day dance? If we have to leave early due to super stuff, that’s fine, but I really would love to go with you and have a real date. I don’t care if it ends in us kicking some villain’s ass as long as I get this one when we’re done.” Pit grabbed his ass again.
Christian laughed and batted his hand away, "Someone's frisky today," He captured Pit's hand in his own, "But yes, I will go the dance with you. And if you're good, you get my ass."
“So where should we be looking for a base? It’s just too dangerous to be going to and from our own houses; we could easily be followed, our families’ lives could be in danger and all the cool super heroes in the comics get their own secret bases why shouldn't we?” Pit asked as Christian opened the front door to his house.
"What like Batman and the Bat Cave?" Christian asked, letting Pit in, pointing upstairs, "Hey Mom! We're back!" Christian called, not altogether sure if they were actually in the house. The absent reply told him they were either in bed or had already left for the day. Shrugging to himself, Christian followed Pit upstairs, "Because if you mean like Batman, then I am totally Batman, which makes you Robin for the time being," Christian dumped his bag on his bed and sat down on the edge. His costume, sans his mask, was folded in the middle of his bed. That reminded him, "I need to get a new mask. Niru cracked mine to shit," He said, "Might change the mask actually, y'know, considering how hot I am and all that," He smirked at Pit, "Blessed with good looks, might as well let the world see some of them."
April rolled out of bed, her head pounding from the beating she had taken the previous day. She checked her face for any visible bruising. There was a small lump on her forehead, but she could explain that one away easily. Everything else was pretty much fine. As she dressed, she remembered the kid who had interrupted. Scab. Kid was a good fighter, she thought. Admittedly, he was more of a street fighter than she was, but a good fighter was a good fighter. A team up might be good for them.
Whatever might be good for the Supers of the city, right now April needed to get herself into gear. She had a few lectures today that she needed to turn up for on account of the fact she was teaching them. Checking that she didn't look too professorial, April grabbed her bag and headed out to the university. Her route took her past the local high school which had a countdown to the Valentine's Dance. It was a few days out. Obviously no one maintained it over the weekend. Her memories of the high school were pleasant enough, apart from the few people who objected to smart people, but she never let them bother her.
She skipped up the stairs of the campus building into the lecture theatre. Her class was beginning to trickle in, mostly in groups of two and three. She was a few minutes early so she busied herself setting up her equipment. She always felt nervous standing up here, like she was an impostor. She was less than ten years older than her youngest students, and these students were in their senior year, so she was maybe five years older than they were. It wasn't worth getting her started on her post-graduates class. She checked her watch and decided it was time to start. She tapped the microphone to get the young adults' attention, "Good morning class."
(last night) "don't my prey i'll get you in time but im bored so i'll go back and rest be sides i really don't do school." he flue to the hotel and rested in the room he set up as headquarter (temporary).
(back to the school)
"yeah. i don't do school." he said as he just stood atop the biggest tallest building in a cross like form you'd swear he was a steeple if you didn't look close "this city is perfect noise and quiet but calm and not all at once he unfolds his wings and floats in a cross legged position as he meditated. "those two there not like the others what what am i saying no no no! i can get soft i have to kill them kill them all villains and hero there both just jerks or fools who ruin others lives if i ever meet a sceintist that helped make more of the powered fool i will kill the person they did this to me i was a perfectly happy person but no now im a super FREAK!!!! wait just calm down breath in breath out breath in breath out there now i can calm the noise and then there was ........ silence (he used his powers to block out noise that could be annoying and went back to meditating.
(back to the school)
"yeah. i don't do school." he said as he just stood atop the biggest tallest building in a cross like form you'd swear he was a steeple if you didn't look close "this city is perfect noise and quiet but calm and not all at once he unfolds his wings and floats in a cross legged position as he meditated. "those two there not like the others what what am i saying no no no! i can get soft i have to kill them kill them all villains and hero there both just jerks or fools who ruin others lives if i ever meet a sceintist that helped make more of the powered fool i will kill the person they did this to me i was a perfectly happy person but no now im a super FREAK!!!! wait just calm down breath in breath out breath in breath out there now i can calm the noise and then there was ........ silence (he used his powers to block out noise that could be annoying and went back to meditating.
"What like Batman and the Bat Cave?" Christian asked, letting Pit in, pointing upstairs, "Hey Mom! We're back!" Christian called. There was no answer and Christian followed Pit upstairs.
"Because if you mean like Batman, then I am totally Batman, which makes you Robin for the time being."
Pit smirked a little at the thought them of running around the city in tights that looked like the comics.
Christian dumped out his bag and was looking at his costume.
“I need to get a new mask. Niru cracked mine to shit," He said, "Might change the mask actually, y'know, considering how hot I am and all that," He smirked at Pit, "Blessed with good looks, might as well let the world see some of them."
Pit got a sly grin as he pictured Christian in a mask similar to his own, his sexy red locks blowing in the breeze and being able to see most of his face while he’s in that costume. What was it about seeing Christian as a super hero that drove Pit crazy? Was it the fact that he knew who was behind the mask, not to mention under the costume, that gave him some sort of thrill? He snapped out of his torrid daydream.
“Well they can see as much of you as you want, as long as I’m the only one that gets to see all of you. But anyway, back to my last thought, yes I did mean something along the lines of the Bat cave, though preferably not under either of our houses as that would defeat the purpose of a secret base.” Pit sat and watched as Christian packed the neatly folded costume into his bag.
“Besides, going by your logic, that would make my mom Alfred and I really don’t want to picture her in a butler’s uniform.” Pit laughed as the two of them returned downstairs and went back out the door.
They went off in the direction of the book store.
“Too bad there aren’t any caves in the hills around this city. That would be perfect.” Pit mused.
“Yeah and if only there was a giant satellite orbiting our planet that we could use as a base of operations to monitor crime around the world with other super heroes.” Christian mocked.
“That’s not helping. I don’t see you coming up with any ideas.” Pit sneered as he got the door for Christian at the book store. The two of them walked up to the coffee stand in the store. Pit pulled out his wallet.
“What do ya want? My treat.” He asked with a smile.
Christian rattled off an order that Pit was sure he had ordered a thousand times before by how he ordered without even looking up. Pit gave his usual order and the two of them sat down at the nearby table.
Pit scratched his head trying to think of some place they could use.
“Didn’t Dusk Haven start off as a mining town?” Christian chirped.
"Oh yeah."
he decided it was time to scare them as they sat down he took a shoot not at them but close enough for the two to know they were the next spots he just stood there looking at thm seeing what thay'ed do.
Out of nowhere the Pit heard a shot and the window by their table shattered. As if their thoughts and actions were synchronized, Pit and Christian both grabbed the table and flipped it sideways and ducked behind it. They both scanned the book shop to make sure no one was hurt. There was a lot of screaming and running around, but no one seemed to be hurt. Pit turned and glanced around the table out the window. Who ever had fired the shot was quite a distance away. All Pit could make out was a figure that looked like he was dressed as a 1940’s mobster with a scarf around his face and a fedora pulled down low.
“You know this guy?” Pit asked.
“Never seen him before.” He replied.
“He’s not doing anything, he’s just standing there watching. I don’t think we’ll have the option to change into a costume. What do we do?”
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No One's Hero
1, 2, 3, 4by SugarNspikeS on Mon Jul 14, 2014 5:37 pm
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No One's Hero
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Re: No One's Hero
Don't know if anyone's interested, but there's an RP starting and we need a few more characters.
Basically, it's about a group of young people competing to be the new Greek gods, Zeus, Hades etc. There are still some positions open so if anyone's interested follow this link and hopefully I'll see you there
Basically, it's about a group of young people competing to be the new Greek gods, Zeus, Hades etc. There are still some positions open so if anyone's interested follow this link and hopefully I'll see you there
Re: No One's Hero
Sorry to bother you lot now, but I was just wondering if I should get my character involved now or if you would all prefer for me to wait a bit? And if so, should I interact with anyone directly or just be wandering about?
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the plot is ready, but there are people transfering from another RP and that one seems to be moving at a snail's pace, sorry for the inconvenience. I really expected it to be going by now.
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Hello folks, how are you all? I'm just wandering, whats happening at the moment? are we waiting for people come back or is the plot being put together or something else?
It's here
Chapter 2 is now in effect, if your character got cut, sorry, but you just weren't active enough. If you'd like to come back i will allow a probationary 2 week period to prove yourself active.
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So this will probably be happening sometime this weekend, just an update for ya all.
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So i'm going to be revamping this RP. I'm going to jump forward about a year and there will most likely be some characters crossing over from a different RP that is slowly dying right at the moment.We will also be getting a couple of new villians. It will probably be a little while before this happens, but it will be happening. I ask now who wishes to have their character remain and who would like to be writen out? Those who have been inactive for a long time with no reason will be trimmed from the story. If you have been inactive and wish to remain, you have what ever time remains until the "Next Chapter" to prove that you can and will be active.
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Soooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrry, I've been so ill and then I got my A-Level results, so I got taken out for the day
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i think it's funny that no matter what day of the week it is, the least active days are always my days off.
Re: on my way home
So, Vegas was fun, but now I'm in the airport ready to come home. I should be posting a bit more regularly now.
Vacation
So, as of sunday I'm going to be on vacation for a week. I may not have quite so many posts, but I'll try to read them all every night. I'm gonna be in Vegas, so wish me luck.
Re: No One's Hero
I see it like this: She's observed Christian and Pit's interactions over the course of most of thier lives. She knows that Christian genuinely loves Pit and vise versa. She also knows that people are having sex at younger and younger ages these days. Rather than driving a wedge between her son and herself by saying "you have to wait until you're older" and have them run around to some back alley and feel like they're love is wrong just because they're young or even posibly driving a wedge between Pit and Christian and causeing them to break up because they aren't allowed to express their love physically, she instead just trusts that her son has listened over the years and will be safe, sure she would prefer he waited 'til he was older, but that won't take away the urges that all teenage boys get and it won't make things any easier for Pit or Christian.
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I wouldn't even say anything if they found a back alley or something to do it in or something XD. But moms just like, oh yea its cool. Use protection, clean up, and never talk about it again. You're good to go x)
Re: No One's Hero
This is when I realise just how English I am when I see nothing wrong with 16 year olds getting it on...
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It's more that she's okay with these two getting it on. She knows that they're responsible and that trying to stop them will only make them want to do it more. Also it's fiction, buy into the fantasy.
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Im just wondering why the mom is okay with 16 year olds getting it on in her basement
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Im okay if you control them, just make sure it kinda goes along. I still dont feel like they needed to get out of the car to take him, but ill chock it up to stupidity :D. I see I have two people interested with the Omegas, interesting.