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<blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 2836836" data-attributes="member: 69"><p>The black and gold Trans Am had entirely broken apart and covered the bookish young student, forming a ten foot tall creature that very strongly resembled a Transformer. The head of the thing was a metal mask lit with two red eyes. The arms were black and gold plated, thick, with ball sockets at the joints. The hood of JJ’s car was a breastplate for the thing, the eagle glinting in the streetlights. </p><p></p><p>Emerson spoke, and his voice came, amplified, through the car’s speakers, which were mounted on his shoulders. “Okay. Powers not sucking so much now.” He picked up two of the robbers and chucked them into a nearby dumpster. The lid banged down over them. </p><p></p><p>Donovan laughed. “Emerson, you ROCK!” He made the devil-fingers and they lit up bright orange. He created a roaring fire inside the bank, and the crooks that were now hesitant about coming out had no choice. Flames roared inside the building. “Oops. That was only supposed to LOOK like fire,” Donovan mumbled. </p><p></p><p>The criminals ran out into the street, almost ignoring the heroes in their haste to escape the blaze. JJ reached back with fifty-foot arms, grabbed Herbie from the other side of the street, and whipped him right into the middle of the fray. </p><p></p><p>Herbie began whaling away on them as soon as he landed amidst them. A lot of rage had been building in Herbie through the day, and he let the floodgates open. He pushed one guy into a wall, knocked the heads of two more together, and kicked upwards into a crook’s groin. The man’s face immediately froze in shock and turned a grayish-blue. He collapsed. </p><p></p><p><em>I killed him,</em> Herbie thought. <em>I crossed that line the real heroes never cross. I don’t know my own strength yet, and I kicked him as hard as I could. I could have cut him in half.</em> Herbie shook himself from his funk and grabbed the villain’s body. Herbie was panicked. <em>Maybe no one’s even noticed yet. Maybe if I can just ditch the body, no one WILL notice.</em></p><p></p><p>A few of the robbers fired their guns at Cat. For some reason, she seemed the most likely target, mauling one of their own on the street. She arced back, dodging a shot, leaned forward to dodge another, then was struck above her heart. She collapsed to the ground and gasped. The would in her chest made slurping sucking noises as she tried to breathe. </p><p></p><p>This was Gustav’s moment. He’d been carefully hanging back, weighing the time to act. This was the time. He quickly guessed how to best reach Cat, and leapt over the entire fray. He did two tight somersaults and landed, kneeling, beside her. He scooped her up and ran her away from the fight while he pondered what to do with her. </p><p></p><p>Emerson grabbed a crook and held him up. The fist clenching the crook shot off of Emerson’s metal-plated arm and rocketed down the street, taking the crook with it. Emerson’s arm began reassembling itself from the metal pieces coating it. “Coool,” he said to himself.</p><p></p><p>Gustav took Cat into a nearby alley. She was dying… quickly. She’d been struck in the heart. “Cat,” Gustav said. “Can you hear me?” </p><p></p><p>Cat only managed to suck in great bloody gasps of air. “Kcccchccckckk… kccchhhkccccckkkghh…” </p><p></p><p>“Cat, listen. There are species of lizard that can regenerate severed limbs, to a certain extent. Your heart isn’t a limb, but can you focus on that power and make it work for you?” She stared up at him, pale, gasping, tears running down her cheeks. “I know it’s a longshot, Cat, but you’re going to die unless you can manipulate your power.”</p><p></p><p>Cat closed her eyes and grunted, turning her thoughts inward, focusing all her energy on her chest wound <em>Lizards. Geckos. Uh… Monitors. Ow. Iguanas.</em> Her wound spat a line of blood into the air. It landed with a clink… the bullet had spat with it. </p><p></p><p>“It’s working, Cat. Keep going. Concentrate.” </p><p></p><p>The wound didn’t’ close entirely, but Cat felt her heartrate slow down from its galloping pace. She could breathe again. “I think… I think I’m alright.”</p><p></p><p>“Amazing,” Gustav said. “You can use the power of animals in any physical context. You didn’t need the lizard to be able to repair his heart to fix your own. What else can you do, I wonder.”</p><p></p><p>She wiped some of the tears and blood from her face, mostly just embarrassed now to have been shot at all. “I dunno, but all of me is feeling like a horse’s ass.”</p><p></p><p>Back at the fight, the group was mopping up. JJ grabbed two downed mooks, reached up over a streetlamp with his elbows, then reeled his arms in. His arms acted as a pulley system, drawing the mooks up, who were then hooked on the streetlamp by their shirts. </p><p></p><p>Donovan had turned all the crooks’ guns to cobras. The cobras now withered away to blackened, crispy looking ribbons. Donovan kicked them into the sewers, then drew the oxygen from the bank, extinguishing the fire.</p><p></p><p>Herbie darted around a corner, carrying the body. His face was flushed and sweaty. He dumped the corpse into a trash bin… just as a light flashed overhead.</p><p></p><p>All the heroes looked up to see someone atop the four-story bank building, beneath the train tracks. Someone with a camera. “Steven Piercey!” Donovan cursed. He pointed and Steven’s camera turned into a bumblebee. </p><p></p><p>“Owww!” Steven grabbed his face. “Something stung me!” The bee flew away. </p><p></p><p>“Did he see who we are?” Emerson asked quietly.</p><p></p><p>“I doubt it,” Gustav replied, helping Cat limp back to the others. “We’re lit from behind, down here. All he’s seeing are vague silhouettes. We’re fortunate to have all this corporate signage on the west side of the street.”</p><p></p><p>Herbie approached them. “How is she?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m fine… Herbie, you look like a nervous wreck. Were you that worried about me?”</p><p></p><p>Herbie stood still, unsure of how to respond. </p><p></p><p>Gustav cocked his head. “What’s that? Does anyone hear that?”</p><p></p><p>Cat grew a pair of cat ears again and listened. “Sounds low. Rumbley.”</p><p></p><p>“Getting louder,” Emerson added. </p><p></p><p>In three quick instants, Gustav put it all together. His face was grim. “It’s the train. The blackout occurred while it was moving, around its maximum speed of a hundred and forty miles an hour. Two miles north of this point, the track splits above a residential area. The train is usually going much slower by then. The switch is likely set to right, if I recall correctly. The train’s brakes are electrical, thus the train cannot slow down at the moment. At the speed the train is going, it’s going to jump the tracks and land in the projects… likely killing hundreds.”</p><p></p><p>The bank robbers and Steven Piercey were forgotten. Everyone turned their heads south and saw the train roaring their way, approximately five stories overhead, on an elevated metro-rail track. The Silverage bullet train was speeding out of control.</p><p></p><p>JJ shook his head with a fevered look in his eyes. “No, Gustav,” he said. “That’s not going to happen.”</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next:</strong></em><strong> Gotta Catch a Train</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dr Midnight, post: 2836836, member: 69"] The black and gold Trans Am had entirely broken apart and covered the bookish young student, forming a ten foot tall creature that very strongly resembled a Transformer. The head of the thing was a metal mask lit with two red eyes. The arms were black and gold plated, thick, with ball sockets at the joints. The hood of JJ’s car was a breastplate for the thing, the eagle glinting in the streetlights. Emerson spoke, and his voice came, amplified, through the car’s speakers, which were mounted on his shoulders. “Okay. Powers not sucking so much now.” He picked up two of the robbers and chucked them into a nearby dumpster. The lid banged down over them. Donovan laughed. “Emerson, you ROCK!” He made the devil-fingers and they lit up bright orange. He created a roaring fire inside the bank, and the crooks that were now hesitant about coming out had no choice. Flames roared inside the building. “Oops. That was only supposed to LOOK like fire,” Donovan mumbled. The criminals ran out into the street, almost ignoring the heroes in their haste to escape the blaze. JJ reached back with fifty-foot arms, grabbed Herbie from the other side of the street, and whipped him right into the middle of the fray. Herbie began whaling away on them as soon as he landed amidst them. A lot of rage had been building in Herbie through the day, and he let the floodgates open. He pushed one guy into a wall, knocked the heads of two more together, and kicked upwards into a crook’s groin. The man’s face immediately froze in shock and turned a grayish-blue. He collapsed. [I]I killed him,[/I] Herbie thought. [I]I crossed that line the real heroes never cross. I don’t know my own strength yet, and I kicked him as hard as I could. I could have cut him in half.[/I] Herbie shook himself from his funk and grabbed the villain’s body. Herbie was panicked. [I]Maybe no one’s even noticed yet. Maybe if I can just ditch the body, no one WILL notice.[/I] A few of the robbers fired their guns at Cat. For some reason, she seemed the most likely target, mauling one of their own on the street. She arced back, dodging a shot, leaned forward to dodge another, then was struck above her heart. She collapsed to the ground and gasped. The would in her chest made slurping sucking noises as she tried to breathe. This was Gustav’s moment. He’d been carefully hanging back, weighing the time to act. This was the time. He quickly guessed how to best reach Cat, and leapt over the entire fray. He did two tight somersaults and landed, kneeling, beside her. He scooped her up and ran her away from the fight while he pondered what to do with her. Emerson grabbed a crook and held him up. The fist clenching the crook shot off of Emerson’s metal-plated arm and rocketed down the street, taking the crook with it. Emerson’s arm began reassembling itself from the metal pieces coating it. “Coool,” he said to himself. Gustav took Cat into a nearby alley. She was dying… quickly. She’d been struck in the heart. “Cat,” Gustav said. “Can you hear me?” Cat only managed to suck in great bloody gasps of air. “Kcccchccckckk… kccchhhkccccckkkghh…” “Cat, listen. There are species of lizard that can regenerate severed limbs, to a certain extent. Your heart isn’t a limb, but can you focus on that power and make it work for you?” She stared up at him, pale, gasping, tears running down her cheeks. “I know it’s a longshot, Cat, but you’re going to die unless you can manipulate your power.” Cat closed her eyes and grunted, turning her thoughts inward, focusing all her energy on her chest wound [I]Lizards. Geckos. Uh… Monitors. Ow. Iguanas.[/I] Her wound spat a line of blood into the air. It landed with a clink… the bullet had spat with it. “It’s working, Cat. Keep going. Concentrate.” The wound didn’t’ close entirely, but Cat felt her heartrate slow down from its galloping pace. She could breathe again. “I think… I think I’m alright.” “Amazing,” Gustav said. “You can use the power of animals in any physical context. You didn’t need the lizard to be able to repair his heart to fix your own. What else can you do, I wonder.” She wiped some of the tears and blood from her face, mostly just embarrassed now to have been shot at all. “I dunno, but all of me is feeling like a horse’s ass.” Back at the fight, the group was mopping up. JJ grabbed two downed mooks, reached up over a streetlamp with his elbows, then reeled his arms in. His arms acted as a pulley system, drawing the mooks up, who were then hooked on the streetlamp by their shirts. Donovan had turned all the crooks’ guns to cobras. The cobras now withered away to blackened, crispy looking ribbons. Donovan kicked them into the sewers, then drew the oxygen from the bank, extinguishing the fire. Herbie darted around a corner, carrying the body. His face was flushed and sweaty. He dumped the corpse into a trash bin… just as a light flashed overhead. All the heroes looked up to see someone atop the four-story bank building, beneath the train tracks. Someone with a camera. “Steven Piercey!” Donovan cursed. He pointed and Steven’s camera turned into a bumblebee. “Owww!” Steven grabbed his face. “Something stung me!” The bee flew away. “Did he see who we are?” Emerson asked quietly. “I doubt it,” Gustav replied, helping Cat limp back to the others. “We’re lit from behind, down here. All he’s seeing are vague silhouettes. We’re fortunate to have all this corporate signage on the west side of the street.” Herbie approached them. “How is she?” “I’m fine… Herbie, you look like a nervous wreck. Were you that worried about me?” Herbie stood still, unsure of how to respond. Gustav cocked his head. “What’s that? Does anyone hear that?” Cat grew a pair of cat ears again and listened. “Sounds low. Rumbley.” “Getting louder,” Emerson added. In three quick instants, Gustav put it all together. His face was grim. “It’s the train. The blackout occurred while it was moving, around its maximum speed of a hundred and forty miles an hour. Two miles north of this point, the track splits above a residential area. The train is usually going much slower by then. The switch is likely set to right, if I recall correctly. The train’s brakes are electrical, thus the train cannot slow down at the moment. At the speed the train is going, it’s going to jump the tracks and land in the projects… likely killing hundreds.” The bank robbers and Steven Piercey were forgotten. Everyone turned their heads south and saw the train roaring their way, approximately five stories overhead, on an elevated metro-rail track. The Silverage bullet train was speeding out of control. JJ shook his head with a fevered look in his eyes. “No, Gustav,” he said. “That’s not going to happen.” [I][B]Next:[/B][/I][B] Gotta Catch a Train[/B] [/QUOTE]
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