HeroIdentity
Disclaimer- Obviously, I don't own Static Shock, so I'm not getting into details.......
This is after the last episode, except Ebon and Hotstreak aren't fused, nor missing.....
Chapter1- In the Shadows
As Static, a.k.a. Virgil Hawkins, flew across the clear blue sky on his metal disc, he
could hear a cry for help in the distance. "That's my cue," the teen superhero stated. He turned
to where the noise was coming from. As he flew over the bank where the noise was coming
from, hr saw a fimiliar face climb through a blown-out wall. Static magnetized a piece of metal
that lie in a nearby pile and sent it flying towards Hotstreak. It hit him in the back of the head.
"Hey!" the flame haired teen shouted angrily at his dreadlocked superhero enemy.
" Ya miss me?" Static teased. He sent an electric charge through a metal door and
used it to shield himself from Hotstreaks flames. " Is that the best you can do?" Static said, a
hint of humor in his voice. Hotstreak threw yet another flame at him. He dodged it , then used
the thin steel door he had jus shielded himself with to hit Hotstreak in the head (again) and
tie him up ( though he technically wrapped him up ). His job done,Static jumped onto his disc
flaoted up into the air again. Little did he know Hotstreak was melting the thin piece of steal
that was holding him.
Static flew towards his home, looking forward to an afternoon infront of the TV. He
glided through his open window and slid off his mask. He put his regular clothes back on and
started to walk across the hall and down the stairs. As Virgil entered the kitchen, he found
his father sitting at the wooden dining table. " Hey, Pops!" He said casually. " Hello, Virgil,"
his father murmured plainly. Virgil noticed he was deep in thought.
"What's up?" he questioned. His father straightened up. " Nothing, it's just that....
I'm starting to wonder if we should tell Sharon about you being Static and Richie being Gear..."
He began. " Woah, and that's a good idea how ?" Virgil asked. "Dunno, just had a feeling..."
Mr.H trailed off.
In the shadows of the bushes sat a smug, red-haired, rebellious teenager. "I've got you
now , Virgil," Hotstreak whispered," or should I say, Static."