First of I would like to say I'm not fluent in spanish but I will try my best
Five years have past in Miracle City, and during in that time a lot has happened. It had gone from being a spicy cesspool of crime and villainy to just a cesspool of crime and villainy.
"Run Junior, rápido!" Cried Dr. Chipotle Sr. in terror as he rode on what looked like a horse made of peppers. Followed by his now fifteen year old son, Diego aka Dr. Chipotle Jr. who rode on a guacamole horse with a mustache and let out his signature "SWINE!" Each steed had saddlebags that were stuffed to the brim with their stolen loot.
Not far behind 'and gaining on' them was an eerie green light. This had been a similar experience for almost every super villains in the city. The two mad scientists made the mistake of looking back and were greeted to the sight a lone figure surrounded by green energy with glowing green eyes that could pierce ones very soul. The figure then leaped above the two landing right in front of them; and with but a singing swipe of his extendable claws all four legs of both mounts were severed and sent them splattering onto the pavement.
Both father and son quickly shook off the mess from there lab coats before grabbing their loot and attempting to flee but they were tripped by their pursuers grappling claws. The two villains struggled and begged for mercy as the chains slowly retracted until a group of police cars surrounded them.
Out of the head car came the police chief as of four years ago, Molina Montoya. With flawless skin, perfect hourglass figure, double-D bust and ebony black curls that draped her shoulders she looked like someone you'd see on the catwalk rather than the police force. "Still playing with your food, El Tigre?"
The glow faded from from the figure to reveal the person in question. The five years had been good to him if the extra height, muscle, and tattered red cape were any indication. He released the Chipotle's into the officer's custody. "You know perfectly well I don't really eat them 'Molly'."
"Yes, but the way you torment them it's like you feed off of their fear and misery." Cheif Montoya was not as strict as her predecessor, Chief Suarez. She was gentle when she needed to be but in the blink of an eye that could all change.
"You have your way of dealing with criminals and I have my way let's keep at that." The tone in his voice was cold and uncaring.
Chief Montoya let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Look Manny, it's late, you should be at home in bed. You may legally be an adult and do what you want but you still need your rest. Especially with your graduation coming up in a few days."
He would have argued with her or made some remark, but his eyes were getting heavy and now regretting his decision of last nights patrol with no sleep.
It had been unnervingly quiet in the last couple of months with only two exceptions; tonight, and a party a four weeks ago after Mayor Rodríguez lowered the drinking age to boost sales on alcohol. Manny just went for the excitement and tried shots for the first time. He ended up knocking back a few too many and everything was a blank. He woke up in an abandoned hotel with his clothes scattered everywhere and a hangover. He swore off alcohol from that day on.
Figuring the city wouldn't need him for the rest of the night he let out a groan and made his way home. "Nothing ever happens in this city anymore anyway"
Elsewhere in a building with wings and a bird head themed top an eighteen year old girl in purple satin pajamas was on her knees in front of toilet while violently puking her dinner. Once her stomach had emptied its contents she leaned back into the side of the bath tub and rubbed her stomach. "Why did I go to that party."
"Zoe?" An older woman entered the room in a green robe and curlers in her hair. "Oh, Mi pequeño ruiseñor." Carmelita Aves knelt down next to her daughter and wrapped her arms around her. She was hard on her daughter at times, but it was always to help toughen her up. Seeing the poor state her child was in made her motherly side come to the surface.
"I feel so terrible mamá." Zoe whined.
"I know mija," Carmelita planted a small kiss on her daughter's head, "Remember I went through the same thing, but soon you will not be suffering alone."
"Si, Carmelita." An even older woman dressed in an orange nightgown said from the doorway. "We have been biding our time, planning every move carefully, and come tomorrow our patients will be rewarded when we put operation 'Cage the Cat' in effect."
"Si, Grandmami," Zoe smiled evily at the thought of all would that would be gained if the plan succeeded. "Very soon we will all get what we want."