Time: 03:28 Hours. Location: Metroville.
On the 6th floor of Avail Hotel, there could be soft Jazz music heard through the entire floor. Only two others inhabited the floor and at the moment, both were vacant. The only resident on the 6th floor was currently playing Charles Mingus and the lights in the apartment were at a soft brightness, the wattage of the bulbs taken down a substantial amount, to a comfortable 75 wattage.
Several candles burned on the table in the middle of the apartment and several suitcases were piled near the balcony doors, along with 3 boxes labeled "Documents", "Art Supplies", and "Photos". In the middle of the apartment resided a female, no more than in her mid-twenties, her long, curly blonde hair tied back in a tight ponytail with several butterfly barrettes keeping her bangs from her field of view.
A slightly dull charcoal dusted across a rough surfaced piece of parchment in a large sketchbook. On the paper was a realistic sketch of a crow perched on a dead tree branch, the charcoal blending together around the feathers of the wings and the eyes a darker shade than the background to make them stand out even harsher.
Her slender hands moved with precision over the paper, gripping the charcoal pencil in her fingers and every once in a while, pulling her hand back to smudge at the recent strokes of the dark substance.
As the music soothed her inner creativity, she knew that this was definitely a piece that she would happily hand to her professor tomorrow, a week before it's due date. Which gives her plenty of time to work on her Photography project.
With a few finishing strokes of the graphite, she carefully replaced the smudgy art tool with a fine tip art pen and carefully signed her name at the bottom of the page in dark blue ink.
"Jeanne Hathaway, 10/23." She proudly lifted the paper up in the light to see it better and gently set it down on the table next to the candles, leaning down and carefully blowing them out, the smell of smoke rising up into the air and hitting her nostrils.
With a smile that showed pure pride, Jeanne pulled her hair free of it's ponytail and removed the barrettes in her hair, setting the tie and clips on the table before slumping into the pull-out couch in the middle of the room after switching the lights off. As the bright moon cast shadows all over the room, Jeanne took a moment to reflect on the morning ahead of her.
Go to the coffee shop, fill up on her usual iced caramel macchiato, head to the studio for extra time on her painting, take shots in the park for the exoneration service, turn in the piece for Professor Sparks, finish her Chemistry homework, head back home.
Jeanne always had a plan set in motion.
As the night got darker, Jeanne drifted to sleep almost seconds after laying down, and everything was right with the world... Or so she thought.
The loose latch on her balcony window slowly unlatched and blew open, and the still burning ember of the long candlestick wick was blown off the burnt string. The ember fell onto the paper of drenched charcoal. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. The ember would extingush itself... But for some reason, the ember began to glow even brighter until it burnt a hole straight through the paper and with the soft breeze, it was enough to fan a flame to life.
With her sleeping medication taken full effect, Jeanne heard nothing, nor smelt nothing unusual in the air. So when the fire spread from the paper to the rotting wooden table and further, she didn't notice.
It wasn't until she felt a sharp pain in her hand that she finally awoke, only to find her entire apartment in flames.
The pain in her hand was the fire slowly burning the blankets on her body, Without a second thought, she tossed the cheap polyester to the ground and leaped up in the air, gasping in fear. But a bad move on her behalf; the gasp of fear filled her lungs with a dangerous level of smoke.
Jeanne began to violently cough and her hand went to her chest as she fanned at the air with her other hand, trying to clear her way through the smoke. But between the carbon monoxide and her sleeping narcotic still in full effect, all she could manage was to wobble slowly towards her balcony door and she immediately collapsed against the cool metal of the fire escape.
It wasn't long before the authorities arrived.
In light of the authorities, a small group of individuals in very colorful outfits showed up as well.
The superheros of Metroville, as they were now identified. Among the collection of Supers in the crowd, which consisted of the very well known Mr. Incredible, Frozone, and Elastigirl, two new ones joined them as well. One was in a deep blue suit and with fluffy brown hair, he called himself He-Lectrix.
The last one was a slender woman with a slightly masculine face with bright, electrifying green hair and a suit to match, a large "V" sitting on the front of her suit with a bright green oval in the center, to represent what she prefers to be called; Voyd.
As the firefighters set up the hose with the fire hydrant, the supers attempted to reach all the residents in time to clear them out safely before the building possibly collapsed.
While Frozone attempted to contain the flames with his ice, Voyd stood there, waiting for her next orders. But it seemed that everyone was busy with their own task that she needed to find what to do herself.
As she began to examine the building to the best of her abilities, she looked up just as something floated by her vision. It was a photograph of a swallowtail butterfly and the edges of the beautiful image were singed off.
Voyd looked up from where she saw the photo fall from and she could faintly make out a hand from the 6th floor fire escape.
Acting purely on instinct, Voyd created a wormhole in front of her that she was able to easily pass through and ended up in front of the balcony door inside of the blazing apartment. When she looked down, she saw the unconscious woman on the floor and her whole mood darkened with fear, scared that the female could possibly be dead.
With careful, shaking hands, Voyd gently gripped the woman's shoulders and pulled her back, not having nearly enough leg strength to lift the full grown woman in her grasp.
Releasing one of Jeanne's shoulders from her grasp, Voyd created a wormhole behind herself and dragged the unconscious woman through it as she was now back on the streets, the blonde completely unresponsive on the pavement in front of her.
Voyd honestly didn't know what to do and without anybody else nearby to help, she had to rely on basic knowledge.
Removing the glove from her hand, she carefully pressed two slender fingers against the woman's neck as her face was turned away from her and after a few seconds, a sigh of relief bubbled from Voyd's chest; she was alive.
Her breathing was very faint, and her heartbeat was weak, but she was alive. Crouching down on her knees, Voyd carefully grabbed the woman by her shoulders and lifted her up onto her thighs and turned her around to see if the fire had scorched her or injured her in any way.
But what she saw, she was not expecting.
The girl in front of her was just... beautiful, in Voyd's opinion. Her face was dusted with freckles all over and a small smudge of black streaked down her cheek, either from the fire, or from something else entirely. Her long eyelashes pressed against her face as her eyes remained shut, her soft rose colored lips slightly parted to reveal bright white teeth with a slight gap in between her two front teeth.
Upon her neck was a simple chain with a golden "J" hanging from the silver clasp. As Voyd gazed at the woman in her grasp, her vision trailed down to her body (assessing for injuries, thank you very much.) and she took notice of the strange discoloration in her right hand.
After Voyd snapped out of whatever daze she was in, she grabbed her forearm in her own ungloved hand and noticed the burns running all over her skin, her baggy purple sweater sleeve singed around the cuff.
"Oh, no..." It looked like everybody that was retrieved from the building were all alive and safe, and conscious. No one was above the 6th floor on this apartment complex. Everybody had a safe, and convenient exit strategy... Everybody except for the blonde in Voyd's arms.
It wasn't until minutes had passed by that someone finally took notice of her. Mr. Incredible slid across the pavement on his knees to the unconscious woman and where Voyd held her.
"What happened?"
"S-She was on the 6th floor... She's b-barely breathing! We need the paramedics! Fast!" Voyd attempted to lift her up on her own but her strength just wasn't enough. So the strength of Mr. Incredible was put to good use and he lifted the woman into his grasp as if she weighed nothing.
Voyd jumped up and followed him close by as they ran to where an emergency ambulance resided.
"Move! Everyone out of the way!" He shouted as he tore forward through the crowd of random pedestrians and told the Paramedics what was happening. As the first responders began to take her vitals as best they could, they placed her on a stretcher and lifted it into the ambulance.
Voyd immediately forgot about the mission at hand and attempted to climb into the ambulance with them.
"Voyd! Stay focused! The building may collapse!" Mr. Incredible shouted as he lifted the woman up and turned her back around to focus on the mayhem currently at hand.
But a sudden rapid beeping tore her eyes back in the direction of the blonde on the stretcher in the ambulance and the responders began to panic.
"We're losing her! Crash cart, start charging to 200!" The doors to the ambulance slammed shut and Voyd could only stand her as they drove off, sirens blaring at the loudest volume and the sudden kick up of dirt and the breeze made Voyd's hair wave in the air.