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<blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 2836849" data-attributes="member: 69"><p>Issue 2</p><p></p><p>The Buscema Broncos were facing their archrivals the Kirby Cougars, and the entire town turned out to watch the game. </p><p></p><p>The suburbs of Silverage had emptied as parents, siblings, sports fans and bored teenagers showed up to line the bleachers. The cheerleaders were doing their best to whip the loyal Silverage fans into a screaming froth. Meager fireworks went off overhead in the sky, where you couldn’t see the stars through the atmospheric light bounced about by the field’s lighting system and the nearby metropolis. </p><p></p><p>Five teenagers in particular sat on the bleachers. None of these kids had ever watched a football game before. Herbie Miller and Donovan Maddox played PSP against each other. Claire Tibbits stared around, completely bored. Gustav Stammler watched the interaction of sports fans the way anyone else might watch the activity around an ant hill. Emerson scribbled in his notebook. None of them were interested in the game at all… they had only shown up to watch over one of their own.</p><p></p><p>Jacob Jones ran out onto the football field to the cheers of hundreds of Silverage fans. He held his hands up and nodded as he joined the rest of the team. </p><p></p><p>“He really does seem to know how to get the crowd excited,” Cat observed.</p><p></p><p>Gustav agreed. “He’s got performance skills.”</p><p></p><p>Donovan snorted his disdain. “Why are we here again, listening to the throngs of apes?”</p><p></p><p>“We’re watching JJ to make sure he doesn’t use his powers to cheat, and secondly we’re keeping an eye out for his clique- Hammer, Jeremy, Mace, Dick and Glenn. They haven’t shown up at school since the incident, maybe they’ll turn up tonight,” Emerson said without looking up from his notepad.</p><p></p><p>Donovan stopped playing briefly and glared at Emerson. “I know. That was rhetorical.” </p><p></p><p>It was Saturday night, nine PM- exactly seventy-two hours ago the group had been fighting bank robbers on a city street, exhibiting amazing powers that they’d won at random in an accident at the Silverage Science Museum. Since then, the group had lain low, going to school and only discussing their experience in private, telling no one else, watching the reaction of the public. The arrival of a super-team in Silverage City had enflamed the town’s spirit. Everyone was discussing the team, what their names might be, what the team might be called. The major papers had decided, as a publicity stunt, to award the naming of the team and heroes (unless the heroes came forward first) to the one person who’d managed to get a halfway decent look at them. That honor would go to-</p><p></p><p>“Hi guys!” Steven Piercey bounded up the crowded bleachers to them. Cat was polite enough to greet him back. “Enjoying the game?” Before anyone could answer, he was onto his favorite topic. “So how ‘bout that new super-team? I get to name them. I’m writing a story about them in the school paper this week. Can you believe I got a picture of them in action?”</p><p></p><p>Donovan didn’t look up. “So where’s the picture?”</p><p></p><p>Steven frowned. “ I dropped my camera when a bee stung me.”</p><p></p><p>Donovan smirked to himself. “That’s a shame.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah. I’ve got a new camera though, so I’ll be ready when they appear again. Hey, so let me run my name ideas past you.” He took out a notepad. “For the team name, I’m thinking either The Astonishers or The Silverage Six or The New Legends.”</p><p></p><p>No one answered. He looked at them. “C’mon, which do you like? Cat?”</p><p></p><p>“I dunno.” She looked out over the field, watching the game but not paying attention to much of anything.</p><p></p><p>“Herbie, you’ve gotta have an opinion.”</p><p></p><p>“Leave me alone.”</p><p></p><p>Steven sighed. “I guess I like The New Legends better. I dunno. Okay, what about this girl that can adapt to any animal form? I’m thinking of calling her Ani-Gal.” </p><p></p><p>That got Cat’s attention. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “That’s terrible!”</p><p></p><p>“Well, what would YOU name her?”</p><p></p><p>Cat smiled. She’d thought about this. “The Pixie.”</p><p></p><p>Steven thought about that and tapped his lips with his pencil eraser. “Hmmm. Y’know, I like that.” He wrote it down. “Then there’s this other guy, he kinda had orange-glow hands and cast illusions or something.”</p><p></p><p>Donovan said “Oh, like he was hexing things?”</p><p></p><p>“Uh, yeah, I guess.”</p><p></p><p>“You should call him Hex, then.”</p><p></p><p>Steven brightened. “Hey, good one! Okay… got it. Hex. Then there’s this guy that didn’t seem to do much, that I could see- he did a flip and picked up the Pixie, but I couldn’t make out much of what he really did.”</p><p></p><p>Gustav said “Sounds like a savant.”</p><p></p><p>“What’s a savant?”</p><p></p><p>“It’s a word for a hero that only acts when he’s needed.” Of course savant means nothing of the kind, but Gustav had a good idea that Steven didn’t know that. </p><p></p><p>“That sounds like him. Maybe I’ll name him Savant.”</p><p></p><p>Gustav smiled. “A fine idea.” Lately giving people ideas and making them think they’d thought them up had come very naturally to him lately, and it pleased him every time.</p><p></p><p>Steven said “Oh, MAN! My FAVORITE was this big robot-guy. He was like a Transformer, which is the coolest thing ever. All black, shiny, glowing red eyes. I’m going to call him Robotror.”</p><p></p><p>Emerson looked aghast. “Robotror?!”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah. I think that name’s cool. Don’t you?”</p><p></p><p>“Uh. No.”</p><p></p><p>“What would you call him?” </p><p></p><p>“Constructor!” Emerson shouted, forgetting himself. He was quite excited about the name he’d come up with for himself. </p><p></p><p>Steven didn’t look impressed, but he wrote the name down. “I’ll think about it. Whoever he is, he’s out of commission for now- he left his robot suit behind! Some scientists are analyzing it right now. What about the stretchy guy’s name?”</p><p></p><p>Cat spoke up. She’d actually spoken to JJ earlier in the day, and he’d expressed interest in a name that didn’t actually have anything to do with his powers. How would she make this sound attractive? “Um. I was thinking… uh… Gridiron.”</p><p></p><p>Steven looked confused. “Gridiron? Why?”</p><p></p><p>“In days of old, a Gridiron was a… um. It was a thing that stretched really far. People would say ‘wow, that’s as stretchy as a gridiron.’ Yep.” She smiled the smile of someone who’s terribly embarrassed. Everyone was looking at her. Her logic hadn’t really worked. She’d need some help on this one.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” Herbie agreed. “I’ve heard that. Gridirons used to be the stretchiest thing around.” Cat thanked him with her eyes. </p><p></p><p>Steven looked baffled. “I thought a gridiron was a football thing. I don’t know. I guess it sounds cool.” He wrote it down. While he was looking away, Cat shrugged at the others. </p><p></p><p>Donovan mouthed <em>Stretchy as a gridiron??</em> at her. She put her head in her hands and gave up.</p><p></p><p>Steven said “The last one was a real skinny dude that’s, like, super strong. I mean really skinny.”</p><p></p><p>Herbie looked up, annoyed. “We get it. He’s skinny.” </p><p></p><p>“I have no idea as to what to name him. All the good strong-guy names are taken.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got an idea,” Herbie offered. </p><p></p><p>“Oh yeah? What is it?”</p><p></p><p>“Super-Fantastic Wonderboy.”</p><p></p><p>Even Gustav’s eyebrows jumped. Donovan shouted “What??”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah. Super-Fantastic Wonderboy. What’s so weird about that?”</p><p></p><p>“That is the worst name ever. Pick another one.” </p><p></p><p>“No, I like it.”</p><p></p><p>Donovan stood up and pointed. “You’re NOT picking ‘Super-Fantastic Wonderboy!’”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe I am, so what?”</p><p></p><p>Steven looked at them both. “Dudes, it’s cool, I can pick another name…”</p><p></p><p>“No!” Donovan yelled. “Herbie can come up with a better name, can’t you, Herbie?”</p><p></p><p>“I like Super-Fantastic Wonderboy!”</p><p></p><p>“What about Frenzy. Frenzy’s not taken. Go with Frenzy.”</p><p></p><p>“But…”</p><p></p><p>“No but! Super-Fantastic Wonderboy sucks ass and would be the laughing stock of the entire city.”</p><p></p><p>“He’s right, Herbie,” Cat agreed.</p><p></p><p>Herbie bent back to his video game. “Whatever. Frenzy’s fine.”</p><p></p><p>Steven thought <em>What in the world was that?</em> to himself, but he wrote Frenzy down in his notebook. “Okay, maybe I’ll use that one. Whoever he is, it looked like he almost killed someone that night.”</p><p></p><p>Herbie’s eyes went wide. “Almost?? I mean- killed??”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, kicked some guy so hard that he almost died. ‘Frenzy’ put him in a dumpster, almost like to get rid of the evidence. I called an ambulance and he pulled through.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh. Good.” Herbie didn’t meet the eyes of the others, glaring at him.</p><p></p><p>“Well, gotta go- I’ll think about these names. I like ‘em. See ya!” Steven bounded down the bleachers and walked away. </p><p></p><p>The crowd screamed its approval. Down on the field, JJ had just scored another touchdown. He spiked the ball and waved to the fans. He hadn’t even used his powers. He turned around, grinning at them all. </p><p></p><p>He stopped suddenly. Had he just seen- He shielded his eyes against the glare of the overhead lights and squinted. Yep- over by the buses, standing in the shadows was Glenn Bristol. </p><p></p><p>Glenn was a small, wiry guy that stood about five foot three and always had a wry grin on his face. As cruel a sense of humor as you could ever hope for. He’d been a friend of JJ’s for years now, and JJ hadn’t heard from him since the whole clique had been caught in the accident at the museum. He hadn’t heard from any of them, and none of them had come to school or answered their phones.</p><p></p><p>“Dude!” JJ called, waving as he ran at Glenn. Glenn seemed to shrink back, but didn’t retreat. He looked much more nervous than he ever had before. “Where you been, gaylord?? You haven’t been to school in days!”</p><p></p><p>“I dunno. Things are messed up.”</p><p></p><p>“What do you mean?”</p><p></p><p>“Nothing. I guess we just ain’t been feeling so good, y’know?”</p><p></p><p>JJ spoke carefully. “How do you mean, you haven’t been feeling so good? Like what? Sick?”</p><p></p><p>“Kinda. Jeremy’s real sick, dude. He’s in the hospital.”</p><p></p><p>That shocked JJ. He’d been expecting his friends to show up again with cool powers like his. “What’s wrong with him?”</p><p></p><p>“The doctors don’t know. It’s unlike anything they’ve seen. None of us feel great… kinda different. It’s weird.”</p><p></p><p>“Different how?” Now he and Glenn were both studying each other very closely, looking for signs that the other would know what they mean by <em>different</em></p><p></p><p>Finally, Glenn said “I dunno. We might actually leave school for good.”</p><p></p><p>“Leave school? Really?”</p><p></p><p>“School’s gay. I gotta go dude. You might want to visit Jeremy, they’re saying he might not make it much longer.” </p><p></p><p>“Damn. I’ll go tonight. This sucks, man.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah. I’ll, uh… I’ll see you later.” Glenn turned to walk away. </p><p></p><p>JJ walked after him. “No, wait-“ Just then he heard Coach shout his name. The team needed him in a huddle. Glenn disappeared behind some buses and JJ turned back to the field. He felt a knot in his gut. Jeremy might be dying? The guy wasn’t the nicest dude around, but JJ had always gotten along well with him. Had he gotten some odd kind of cancer, not powers at all? Was that possible?</p><p></p><p>As he joined the huddle, a voice on the field’s loudspeaker announced that Steven Piercey had finally chosen names for the heroes of Silverage City. The entire crowd howled its approval as the names were announced in dramatic fashion. “Your Buscema Broncos welcomes Silverage City’s first super-team! The Pixie! Constructor! Frenzy! Savant! Gridiron! Hex! They are now to be known as… the NEW LEGENDS!!!”</p><p></p><p>The crowd went wild. They screamed like they’d never screamed for any football game, ever.</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next:</strong></em><strong> Visiting Hours</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dr Midnight, post: 2836849, member: 69"] Issue 2 The Buscema Broncos were facing their archrivals the Kirby Cougars, and the entire town turned out to watch the game. The suburbs of Silverage had emptied as parents, siblings, sports fans and bored teenagers showed up to line the bleachers. The cheerleaders were doing their best to whip the loyal Silverage fans into a screaming froth. Meager fireworks went off overhead in the sky, where you couldn’t see the stars through the atmospheric light bounced about by the field’s lighting system and the nearby metropolis. Five teenagers in particular sat on the bleachers. None of these kids had ever watched a football game before. Herbie Miller and Donovan Maddox played PSP against each other. Claire Tibbits stared around, completely bored. Gustav Stammler watched the interaction of sports fans the way anyone else might watch the activity around an ant hill. Emerson scribbled in his notebook. None of them were interested in the game at all… they had only shown up to watch over one of their own. Jacob Jones ran out onto the football field to the cheers of hundreds of Silverage fans. He held his hands up and nodded as he joined the rest of the team. “He really does seem to know how to get the crowd excited,” Cat observed. Gustav agreed. “He’s got performance skills.” Donovan snorted his disdain. “Why are we here again, listening to the throngs of apes?” “We’re watching JJ to make sure he doesn’t use his powers to cheat, and secondly we’re keeping an eye out for his clique- Hammer, Jeremy, Mace, Dick and Glenn. They haven’t shown up at school since the incident, maybe they’ll turn up tonight,” Emerson said without looking up from his notepad. Donovan stopped playing briefly and glared at Emerson. “I know. That was rhetorical.” It was Saturday night, nine PM- exactly seventy-two hours ago the group had been fighting bank robbers on a city street, exhibiting amazing powers that they’d won at random in an accident at the Silverage Science Museum. Since then, the group had lain low, going to school and only discussing their experience in private, telling no one else, watching the reaction of the public. The arrival of a super-team in Silverage City had enflamed the town’s spirit. Everyone was discussing the team, what their names might be, what the team might be called. The major papers had decided, as a publicity stunt, to award the naming of the team and heroes (unless the heroes came forward first) to the one person who’d managed to get a halfway decent look at them. That honor would go to- “Hi guys!” Steven Piercey bounded up the crowded bleachers to them. Cat was polite enough to greet him back. “Enjoying the game?” Before anyone could answer, he was onto his favorite topic. “So how ‘bout that new super-team? I get to name them. I’m writing a story about them in the school paper this week. Can you believe I got a picture of them in action?” Donovan didn’t look up. “So where’s the picture?” Steven frowned. “ I dropped my camera when a bee stung me.” Donovan smirked to himself. “That’s a shame.” “Yeah. I’ve got a new camera though, so I’ll be ready when they appear again. Hey, so let me run my name ideas past you.” He took out a notepad. “For the team name, I’m thinking either The Astonishers or The Silverage Six or The New Legends.” No one answered. He looked at them. “C’mon, which do you like? Cat?” “I dunno.” She looked out over the field, watching the game but not paying attention to much of anything. “Herbie, you’ve gotta have an opinion.” “Leave me alone.” Steven sighed. “I guess I like The New Legends better. I dunno. Okay, what about this girl that can adapt to any animal form? I’m thinking of calling her Ani-Gal.” That got Cat’s attention. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “That’s terrible!” “Well, what would YOU name her?” Cat smiled. She’d thought about this. “The Pixie.” Steven thought about that and tapped his lips with his pencil eraser. “Hmmm. Y’know, I like that.” He wrote it down. “Then there’s this other guy, he kinda had orange-glow hands and cast illusions or something.” Donovan said “Oh, like he was hexing things?” “Uh, yeah, I guess.” “You should call him Hex, then.” Steven brightened. “Hey, good one! Okay… got it. Hex. Then there’s this guy that didn’t seem to do much, that I could see- he did a flip and picked up the Pixie, but I couldn’t make out much of what he really did.” Gustav said “Sounds like a savant.” “What’s a savant?” “It’s a word for a hero that only acts when he’s needed.” Of course savant means nothing of the kind, but Gustav had a good idea that Steven didn’t know that. “That sounds like him. Maybe I’ll name him Savant.” Gustav smiled. “A fine idea.” Lately giving people ideas and making them think they’d thought them up had come very naturally to him lately, and it pleased him every time. Steven said “Oh, MAN! My FAVORITE was this big robot-guy. He was like a Transformer, which is the coolest thing ever. All black, shiny, glowing red eyes. I’m going to call him Robotror.” Emerson looked aghast. “Robotror?!” “Yeah. I think that name’s cool. Don’t you?” “Uh. No.” “What would you call him?” “Constructor!” Emerson shouted, forgetting himself. He was quite excited about the name he’d come up with for himself. Steven didn’t look impressed, but he wrote the name down. “I’ll think about it. Whoever he is, he’s out of commission for now- he left his robot suit behind! Some scientists are analyzing it right now. What about the stretchy guy’s name?” Cat spoke up. She’d actually spoken to JJ earlier in the day, and he’d expressed interest in a name that didn’t actually have anything to do with his powers. How would she make this sound attractive? “Um. I was thinking… uh… Gridiron.” Steven looked confused. “Gridiron? Why?” “In days of old, a Gridiron was a… um. It was a thing that stretched really far. People would say ‘wow, that’s as stretchy as a gridiron.’ Yep.” She smiled the smile of someone who’s terribly embarrassed. Everyone was looking at her. Her logic hadn’t really worked. She’d need some help on this one. “Yeah,” Herbie agreed. “I’ve heard that. Gridirons used to be the stretchiest thing around.” Cat thanked him with her eyes. Steven looked baffled. “I thought a gridiron was a football thing. I don’t know. I guess it sounds cool.” He wrote it down. While he was looking away, Cat shrugged at the others. Donovan mouthed [I]Stretchy as a gridiron??[/I] at her. She put her head in her hands and gave up. Steven said “The last one was a real skinny dude that’s, like, super strong. I mean really skinny.” Herbie looked up, annoyed. “We get it. He’s skinny.” “I have no idea as to what to name him. All the good strong-guy names are taken.” “I’ve got an idea,” Herbie offered. “Oh yeah? What is it?” “Super-Fantastic Wonderboy.” Even Gustav’s eyebrows jumped. Donovan shouted “What??” “Yeah. Super-Fantastic Wonderboy. What’s so weird about that?” “That is the worst name ever. Pick another one.” “No, I like it.” Donovan stood up and pointed. “You’re NOT picking ‘Super-Fantastic Wonderboy!’” “Maybe I am, so what?” Steven looked at them both. “Dudes, it’s cool, I can pick another name…” “No!” Donovan yelled. “Herbie can come up with a better name, can’t you, Herbie?” “I like Super-Fantastic Wonderboy!” “What about Frenzy. Frenzy’s not taken. Go with Frenzy.” “But…” “No but! Super-Fantastic Wonderboy sucks ass and would be the laughing stock of the entire city.” “He’s right, Herbie,” Cat agreed. Herbie bent back to his video game. “Whatever. Frenzy’s fine.” Steven thought [I]What in the world was that?[/I] to himself, but he wrote Frenzy down in his notebook. “Okay, maybe I’ll use that one. Whoever he is, it looked like he almost killed someone that night.” Herbie’s eyes went wide. “Almost?? I mean- killed??” “Yeah, kicked some guy so hard that he almost died. ‘Frenzy’ put him in a dumpster, almost like to get rid of the evidence. I called an ambulance and he pulled through.” “Oh. Good.” Herbie didn’t meet the eyes of the others, glaring at him. “Well, gotta go- I’ll think about these names. I like ‘em. See ya!” Steven bounded down the bleachers and walked away. The crowd screamed its approval. Down on the field, JJ had just scored another touchdown. He spiked the ball and waved to the fans. He hadn’t even used his powers. He turned around, grinning at them all. He stopped suddenly. Had he just seen- He shielded his eyes against the glare of the overhead lights and squinted. Yep- over by the buses, standing in the shadows was Glenn Bristol. Glenn was a small, wiry guy that stood about five foot three and always had a wry grin on his face. As cruel a sense of humor as you could ever hope for. He’d been a friend of JJ’s for years now, and JJ hadn’t heard from him since the whole clique had been caught in the accident at the museum. He hadn’t heard from any of them, and none of them had come to school or answered their phones. “Dude!” JJ called, waving as he ran at Glenn. Glenn seemed to shrink back, but didn’t retreat. He looked much more nervous than he ever had before. “Where you been, gaylord?? You haven’t been to school in days!” “I dunno. Things are messed up.” “What do you mean?” “Nothing. I guess we just ain’t been feeling so good, y’know?” JJ spoke carefully. “How do you mean, you haven’t been feeling so good? Like what? Sick?” “Kinda. Jeremy’s real sick, dude. He’s in the hospital.” That shocked JJ. He’d been expecting his friends to show up again with cool powers like his. “What’s wrong with him?” “The doctors don’t know. It’s unlike anything they’ve seen. None of us feel great… kinda different. It’s weird.” “Different how?” Now he and Glenn were both studying each other very closely, looking for signs that the other would know what they mean by [I]different[/I] Finally, Glenn said “I dunno. We might actually leave school for good.” “Leave school? Really?” “School’s gay. I gotta go dude. You might want to visit Jeremy, they’re saying he might not make it much longer.” “Damn. I’ll go tonight. This sucks, man.” “Yeah. I’ll, uh… I’ll see you later.” Glenn turned to walk away. JJ walked after him. “No, wait-“ Just then he heard Coach shout his name. The team needed him in a huddle. Glenn disappeared behind some buses and JJ turned back to the field. He felt a knot in his gut. Jeremy might be dying? The guy wasn’t the nicest dude around, but JJ had always gotten along well with him. Had he gotten some odd kind of cancer, not powers at all? Was that possible? As he joined the huddle, a voice on the field’s loudspeaker announced that Steven Piercey had finally chosen names for the heroes of Silverage City. The entire crowd howled its approval as the names were announced in dramatic fashion. “Your Buscema Broncos welcomes Silverage City’s first super-team! The Pixie! Constructor! Frenzy! Savant! Gridiron! Hex! They are now to be known as… the NEW LEGENDS!!!” The crowd went wild. They screamed like they’d never screamed for any football game, ever. [I][B]Next:[/B][/I][B] Visiting Hours[/B] [/QUOTE]
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