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Lazy Metahuman Days

The mini-adventures in the everyday lives of your favorite Static Shock villains…the Breed! Mini-ficlet, thingy.

Chapter One: High Score

It was raining; Theresa could hear it hammering against the metal roof of the abandoned subway station the Breed was using as a hideout these days. It was late fall, cold but not cold enough to snow. Just icy rain.

So Theresa was seeking refuge by cuddling up near Hotstreak, the Breed's own personal heating service. She was lounging on a well worn couch reading a well worn romance novel with Hotstreak's head in her lap. It radiated a pleasant warmth onto her legs and played idly with a strand of his red hair while holding her book up with the other.

Hotstreak, for his part, had his legs thrown up over the top of the couch by Theresa's head, the sleeves of his sweatshirt rolled up to his elbows, and was concentrating deeply on a handheld video game.

"Can I play?" Shiv crawled over to the couch from his mattress, where he had been reading a comic book uncharacteristically quietly until just a moment ago.

Hotstreak rolled over so his back was facing Shiv and his face was almost in hidden from view in the feathers of Theresa's stomach. "No." He mumbled biting his lip in concentration as little explosives danced across the screen.

"Pleeeeeeaaaaaasssseeee?" Shiv pressed forward and nudged Hotstreak's thigh with his finger.

"No." Hotstreak said again, this time more forcefully and his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the game.

"C'mon." Shiv frowned petulantly. "I let you play with my yo-yo."

"Well this is cooler than a yo-yo."

Theresa rolled her eyes and put the book down across Hotstreak's forehead. Hotstreak rolled back onto his back to shake the book off. "You're ruining my light Talon." He mumbled, jabbing at the buttons.

"Let me play!" Shiv grabbed for the game. Hotstreak jerked it away and held it over the side of the couch, dangling his upper body over the edge and holding Shiv back with his foot.

"Stop it!" Theresa shouted, scrambling to find her bookmark in the tussle.

"WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE!" Ebon stalked into the room soundlessly. Everyone stopped what they were doing and froze comically. Slowly, with the imbalance of weight, the couch toppled over backwards with all three still on it.

"No! My game!" Hotstreak raced to the buttons, the game had slid away from him. He pounced on it and started punching at buttons with a ferocity that Theresa thought should have punched the buttons right through the plastic.

"He wouldn't let me play!" Shiv accused, appealing to Ebon, pointing angrily at Hotstreak.

"I'm in the middle of a game!" Hotstreak defended, still on his stomach.

Theresa groaned. "I lost my page. Thanks a lot you guys."

Ebon opened his mouth, and then shivered. "Hotstreak, pump some more heat into this place. It's freezing."

Wordlessly, Hotstreak's eyes glowed red for just a moment and warmth seeped out of him and into the room. Ebon sighed in relief. "Now, if you two are going to fight over that game, then I'm going to take it away and play it myself."

"Why even let us steal it if you're just going to take it away." Hotstreak argued.

"Yeah…" Shiv added needlessly.

Ebon opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by an exuberant cry from Hotstreak.

"YES!" Hotstreak jumped up pumping his fist and held the game out to Shiv mockingly. "High score, read 'em and weep Shivvy boy."

"No way!" Shiv grabbed the game and stared incredulously at the screen. "That's my high score."

"Not anymore." Hotstreak smirked triumphantly.

"You cheated."

"I did not!"

"Yes you did. It's the only logical explanation."

"How could I have cheated?"

"I dunno…umm. Oh! You knew the cheat codes and I didn't. Unfair advantage."

"This is a Pocket Nintendo, without color I might add. This thing came before cheat codes were ever invented."

Shiv stopped, he had no comeback. "Oh."

"The high score stands." Hotstreak said and danced away to a white board in the corner of the room. He picked up a red marker and drew a tally next to his name. "I'm winning." He reminded Shiv.

Shiv frowned. "Big deal. When we get Halo 3 and I whup your ass, I'll get a tally mark and then…" Shiv frowned at the scoreboard, trying to add up the tallies.

"And then you'll only be down by fifteen…dumb ass." Theresa muttered, flipping through the pages of her book.

Shiv's frown deepened. "Are you sure? I don't think you did the math right."

"It's right. No would all kindly shut up? I'm trying to plan a heist over here." Ebon said grumpily.

"Sorry." Theresa said and rolled her eyes. Ebon's heists never worked anyway.

Hotstreak nudged Shiv's shoulder. "Tall, dark, and scary." He whispered in the purple-haired boy's ear.

Shiv licked his lip and stared at Ebon longingly. "Tell me about it."

Hotstreak stared at Shiv with a blank look and then turned to Ebon in puzzlement. Then he punched the air again. "I knew it!"

Author's Note:

I don't know what to do with myself if I'm not writing so here is a mini-ficlet. I think there will be one more chapter, having to do with stakeouts. Hope you liked this, personally I just found it funny and could so see the Breed acting like eight-year-olds around each other. And yes, I have a Pocket Nintendo without color, still works and I still play with it. Go Pokemon Blue!...without blue. Also yes, that was an Ebon/Shiv innuendo...hahahaha!