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<blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 2836840" data-attributes="member: 69"><p>JJ began to stretch up toward the train tracks. “Herbie, grab my legs, I need an anchor! I’m going to try to slow the train or stop it- someone get to that switch!” Herbie planted his legs into the asphalt and grabbed JJ’s ankles. </p><p></p><p>Cat concentrated. <em>Hawks, eagles, owls, pigeons, seagulls…</em> Her arms elongated and flattened. Her delicate skin grew feathers that lengthened until her arms were wings. She flapped with a wingspan of about twenty feet and began to rise into the air. For a moment, the pressure of the situation melted away and Cat joined the elite .0001% of people worldwide that knew what it felt like to fly on their own. </p><p></p><p>She lifted up into the air and tried to go faster. The train was coming up very fast, and she wanted to match or beat its speed. Cat the bird-girl was racing a bullet train on her first flight. </p><p></p><p>JJ yelled “HOLD TIGHT, HERBIE!” as he stretched up all the way to the tracks. The train came at him at a frightening speed and THWACK! With the sound of a wad of bread dough hitting a hot sidewalk from a hundred feet up, the train hit JJ, who flattened against the glass and tried to hold on. </p><p></p><p>The train kept going, stretching an already very stretched JJ out between a quickly moving train and an anchored, super-strong guy. Before JJ knew it, he’d been stretched out to about four hundred feet long, and his breaking point was found. He snapped at the midsection. His upper half launched out into the air before the train, like a rubber band shot off of a finger. His back half shot back and thwapped Herbie in the face, knocking him out of his holes in the asphalt. His upper torso flew out in front of the train, sailing through the air as JJ flailed helplessly against the air. </p><p></p><p>Donovan tried to magically restore electricity to the train car. He managed to set the lights in the cars on, very dimly. There wasn’t enough power to manage the brakes, that was clear. </p><p></p><p>Emerson, down on the street in his robot suit said “The train’s getting away… we’ve got to keep up with it and try to beat it to the switch. Stand back…” He held his arms up. “TRANSFORM!!!” Nothing happened. His giant metal arms lowered. “Crap. That would have been so cool.” He sloughed off his suit. It fell around him in hunks of bent, ruined pieces of what was once the star quarterback’s beloved car.</p><p></p><p>Gustav asked “Why did you take off the suit?”</p><p></p><p>“Because we’re taking this car. C’mon!” Emerson ran to a nearby car and opened the locked door by momentarily calling the door to his body, then letting it go before it hit him. The door opened with a chunking noise. “Can you hotwire this, Gustav?”</p><p></p><p>“Of course,” Gustav said as he slid in the passenger seat. Within two and one third seconds, the car was running. “Go!” The car took off down the street. </p><p></p><p>That left Donovan standing there with Herbie and JJ’s legs and pelvis. Herbie got an idea and grabbed JJ’s lower torso, which wiggled helplessly in his grasp. He tied both feet to street lights on opposing sides of the street and began to back into the center, stretching it back. He kept pushing back and back until JJ’s legs were twitching with the strain… then Herbie released. He was fired up into the air like a bullet. He sailed right past Cat, right past the train, right past JJ and crashed into the ties on the track. </p><p></p><p>JJ was still tumbling through the air. Herbie flew past him and he stretched his arms out towards the train. He grabbed it and pulled himself in. He slapped against the front of the train’s windshield for the second time, feeling like so much pulled taffy. “Urrrrgh…” Looking inside, he saw a terrified looking conductor manning the train’s operations booth. The man was so shocked by this odd goo-kid stuck to the train’s front that he almost forgot to keep trying the brake lever. </p><p></p><p>Donovan called upon whatever forces he controlled and managed to cause a drag chute to sprout from the back of the train. The chute began slowing the train down… somewhat. JJ’s legs, tied to two lamp posts nearby, turned brittle and crumbled into pieces, then reformed. The legs walked over to Donovan, who said “The train’s getting away… how can I catch up?” The legs turned in the direction of the train and braced themselves. The meaning was clear: hop on. Donovan sneered. “I am not riding your ass.” The legs looked ashamed, if ever a pair of legs could look ashamed. </p><p></p><p>Cat was catching up. She was beating her wings furiously and beginning to advance on the train. She realized that unless the train slowed much more dramatically than it was doing, she wasn’t likely to get much further than it, even with a set of wings like this. She got an idea. She concentrated hard and moved in front of the train as she grew a giant spider’s thorax. Calling on two animal forms was tougher, but she managed it. She began to unreel a line of web from her spinnerets, flying back and forth across the tracks trying to tangle the web around power poles and slow the train by any increment. </p><p></p><p>Emerson and Gustav were in a ’99 Ford Camry, doing ninety miles up a city street. Luckily thanks to the blackout there weren’t many cars on the road, but still it was all Emerson could do to maneuver as well as he was doing. Years of video games had honed Emerson’s driving skill to a razor-keen edge. “This isn’t going to help us unless we can reach the tracks, somehow,” Gustav mused. “Wait… there!” He pointed. Coming up on the right hand side of the road was one of those trucks that carried several cars on two levels. This one was empty, and its rear ramps were resting almost at ground level. Emerson floored it. </p><p></p><p>Herbie stood on the tracks, waiting for his moment. The train was flying at him very, very quickly. He hopped at the right moment and JJ caught him, placing him up on the roof. Herbie reached down and ripped a chunk of metal right out of the roof. He yelled down to the conductor. “Is there anyone else on the train?”</p><p></p><p>“No, it’s just me- we bring the train back to the yard at the end of the night… Oh, god, we’re going to crash!” The conductor panicked. “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m going to die and I’m seeing a giant bird-spider woman outside. Am I already dead?”</p><p></p><p>Herbie grabbed the guy and handed him off to Cat, who grabbed him with her bird’s legs, then dropped the shrieking man off on top of a nearby building. She flew on as he yelled something about being taken by a harpy. </p><p></p><p>Herbie flattened the chunk of roof-metal he’d ripped as best he could into a disc and hurled it at the switch, which was now visible maybe a quarter-mile away. The end of the tracks was a half-mile away. The disc flew true and glanced off of the switch, which clanged halfway over. The switch was now in between settings… it would need to be nudged again for the residents of the neighborhood to be safe. The track to the right curved too sharply- only the track to the left would support the train at this speed. </p><p></p><p>JJ reached out in front of him… he couldn’t stretch far enough to hit the switch in time. Herbie looked around for something else to throw, and there was no chance that Cat would make it in the few seconds they had left. JJ said “I need something between me and the switch! I can make it, if just…”</p><p></p><p>Then, a car launched up into the air, arcing gracefully from the ramp it had flown up from. Emerson and Gustav landed roughly on the tracks with a flash of sparks. The car wavered for a moment and kept going, three hundred feet out in front of the train. </p><p></p><p>“Bingo,” JJ shouted. He reached out and grabbed the car’s roof with one hand, then released his grip on the train. He flew out over the car, streamlining his body as best he could. He reached far out in front of him and slapped the switch the rest of the way. KA-CHUNK! The tracks clunked into place, aiming the train’s path to the left. </p><p></p><p>The train was now slowed to about fifty miles an hour, thanks to Donovan and Cat’s many efforts to reduce its speed. It curved around to the left, chasing the car, which was falling apart from the stress of driving across railroad ties. </p><p></p><p>JJ’s upper body plummeted five stories down to land atop his lower body, which had run this entire way on long legs, waiting for him to rejoin. He landed perfectly, and with a SPLUP noise he was whole again.</p><p></p><p>Gustav leapt from the car, which was rapidly deteriorating. He flipped down to some power lines, which he swung around in three perfect loops before flipping down to street level.</p><p></p><p>Cat picked Emerson up from the car before it was bashed apart by the still-slowing train. She flew him to the ground. </p><p></p><p>The heroes all regrouped on the street, worn and weary. “Y’know,” Donovan said, “I think we should get some costumes if we’re going to do this type of thing.” </p><p></p><p>“Are we going to keep doing this?” Cat asked.</p><p></p><p>They looked about at each other. </p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next:</strong></em><strong> Issue 2: Welcome to the Community</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dr Midnight, post: 2836840, member: 69"] JJ began to stretch up toward the train tracks. “Herbie, grab my legs, I need an anchor! I’m going to try to slow the train or stop it- someone get to that switch!” Herbie planted his legs into the asphalt and grabbed JJ’s ankles. Cat concentrated. [I]Hawks, eagles, owls, pigeons, seagulls…[/I] Her arms elongated and flattened. Her delicate skin grew feathers that lengthened until her arms were wings. She flapped with a wingspan of about twenty feet and began to rise into the air. For a moment, the pressure of the situation melted away and Cat joined the elite .0001% of people worldwide that knew what it felt like to fly on their own. She lifted up into the air and tried to go faster. The train was coming up very fast, and she wanted to match or beat its speed. Cat the bird-girl was racing a bullet train on her first flight. JJ yelled “HOLD TIGHT, HERBIE!” as he stretched up all the way to the tracks. The train came at him at a frightening speed and THWACK! With the sound of a wad of bread dough hitting a hot sidewalk from a hundred feet up, the train hit JJ, who flattened against the glass and tried to hold on. The train kept going, stretching an already very stretched JJ out between a quickly moving train and an anchored, super-strong guy. Before JJ knew it, he’d been stretched out to about four hundred feet long, and his breaking point was found. He snapped at the midsection. His upper half launched out into the air before the train, like a rubber band shot off of a finger. His back half shot back and thwapped Herbie in the face, knocking him out of his holes in the asphalt. His upper torso flew out in front of the train, sailing through the air as JJ flailed helplessly against the air. Donovan tried to magically restore electricity to the train car. He managed to set the lights in the cars on, very dimly. There wasn’t enough power to manage the brakes, that was clear. Emerson, down on the street in his robot suit said “The train’s getting away… we’ve got to keep up with it and try to beat it to the switch. Stand back…” He held his arms up. “TRANSFORM!!!” Nothing happened. His giant metal arms lowered. “Crap. That would have been so cool.” He sloughed off his suit. It fell around him in hunks of bent, ruined pieces of what was once the star quarterback’s beloved car. Gustav asked “Why did you take off the suit?” “Because we’re taking this car. C’mon!” Emerson ran to a nearby car and opened the locked door by momentarily calling the door to his body, then letting it go before it hit him. The door opened with a chunking noise. “Can you hotwire this, Gustav?” “Of course,” Gustav said as he slid in the passenger seat. Within two and one third seconds, the car was running. “Go!” The car took off down the street. That left Donovan standing there with Herbie and JJ’s legs and pelvis. Herbie got an idea and grabbed JJ’s lower torso, which wiggled helplessly in his grasp. He tied both feet to street lights on opposing sides of the street and began to back into the center, stretching it back. He kept pushing back and back until JJ’s legs were twitching with the strain… then Herbie released. He was fired up into the air like a bullet. He sailed right past Cat, right past the train, right past JJ and crashed into the ties on the track. JJ was still tumbling through the air. Herbie flew past him and he stretched his arms out towards the train. He grabbed it and pulled himself in. He slapped against the front of the train’s windshield for the second time, feeling like so much pulled taffy. “Urrrrgh…” Looking inside, he saw a terrified looking conductor manning the train’s operations booth. The man was so shocked by this odd goo-kid stuck to the train’s front that he almost forgot to keep trying the brake lever. Donovan called upon whatever forces he controlled and managed to cause a drag chute to sprout from the back of the train. The chute began slowing the train down… somewhat. JJ’s legs, tied to two lamp posts nearby, turned brittle and crumbled into pieces, then reformed. The legs walked over to Donovan, who said “The train’s getting away… how can I catch up?” The legs turned in the direction of the train and braced themselves. The meaning was clear: hop on. Donovan sneered. “I am not riding your ass.” The legs looked ashamed, if ever a pair of legs could look ashamed. Cat was catching up. She was beating her wings furiously and beginning to advance on the train. She realized that unless the train slowed much more dramatically than it was doing, she wasn’t likely to get much further than it, even with a set of wings like this. She got an idea. She concentrated hard and moved in front of the train as she grew a giant spider’s thorax. Calling on two animal forms was tougher, but she managed it. She began to unreel a line of web from her spinnerets, flying back and forth across the tracks trying to tangle the web around power poles and slow the train by any increment. Emerson and Gustav were in a ’99 Ford Camry, doing ninety miles up a city street. Luckily thanks to the blackout there weren’t many cars on the road, but still it was all Emerson could do to maneuver as well as he was doing. Years of video games had honed Emerson’s driving skill to a razor-keen edge. “This isn’t going to help us unless we can reach the tracks, somehow,” Gustav mused. “Wait… there!” He pointed. Coming up on the right hand side of the road was one of those trucks that carried several cars on two levels. This one was empty, and its rear ramps were resting almost at ground level. Emerson floored it. Herbie stood on the tracks, waiting for his moment. The train was flying at him very, very quickly. He hopped at the right moment and JJ caught him, placing him up on the roof. Herbie reached down and ripped a chunk of metal right out of the roof. He yelled down to the conductor. “Is there anyone else on the train?” “No, it’s just me- we bring the train back to the yard at the end of the night… Oh, god, we’re going to crash!” The conductor panicked. “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m going to die and I’m seeing a giant bird-spider woman outside. Am I already dead?” Herbie grabbed the guy and handed him off to Cat, who grabbed him with her bird’s legs, then dropped the shrieking man off on top of a nearby building. She flew on as he yelled something about being taken by a harpy. Herbie flattened the chunk of roof-metal he’d ripped as best he could into a disc and hurled it at the switch, which was now visible maybe a quarter-mile away. The end of the tracks was a half-mile away. The disc flew true and glanced off of the switch, which clanged halfway over. The switch was now in between settings… it would need to be nudged again for the residents of the neighborhood to be safe. The track to the right curved too sharply- only the track to the left would support the train at this speed. JJ reached out in front of him… he couldn’t stretch far enough to hit the switch in time. Herbie looked around for something else to throw, and there was no chance that Cat would make it in the few seconds they had left. JJ said “I need something between me and the switch! I can make it, if just…” Then, a car launched up into the air, arcing gracefully from the ramp it had flown up from. Emerson and Gustav landed roughly on the tracks with a flash of sparks. The car wavered for a moment and kept going, three hundred feet out in front of the train. “Bingo,” JJ shouted. He reached out and grabbed the car’s roof with one hand, then released his grip on the train. He flew out over the car, streamlining his body as best he could. He reached far out in front of him and slapped the switch the rest of the way. KA-CHUNK! The tracks clunked into place, aiming the train’s path to the left. The train was now slowed to about fifty miles an hour, thanks to Donovan and Cat’s many efforts to reduce its speed. It curved around to the left, chasing the car, which was falling apart from the stress of driving across railroad ties. JJ’s upper body plummeted five stories down to land atop his lower body, which had run this entire way on long legs, waiting for him to rejoin. He landed perfectly, and with a SPLUP noise he was whole again. Gustav leapt from the car, which was rapidly deteriorating. He flipped down to some power lines, which he swung around in three perfect loops before flipping down to street level. Cat picked Emerson up from the car before it was bashed apart by the still-slowing train. She flew him to the ground. The heroes all regrouped on the street, worn and weary. “Y’know,” Donovan said, “I think we should get some costumes if we’re going to do this type of thing.” “Are we going to keep doing this?” Cat asked. They looked about at each other. [I][B]Next:[/B][/I][B] Issue 2: Welcome to the Community[/B] [/QUOTE]
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