A Tale of Three unlikely Anti-Heroes

Whisp Chroma has an issue, a broken pocket watch has been his lucky charm for as long as he could remember. His mother was in prison, so he lived with his uncle Reese. He hadn't even considered the idea of monsters and mayhem till it literally came looking for him. He'd never been told to speak up for himself, not that he could.

Aura Cook was just a trying to get through school without being noticed, but no matter where she went people seemed to be drawn to her. Always looking to her for guidance when she was lost herself. Without her mother to teach her right from wrong she became a problem child. Leading a gang till she was relocated by police, typically for arson.

Koran Riggs has always found disaster in his path, his mother blamed his father for placing a curse on them. The Riggs family had endured it all, earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods. Edwin thought he was ready for anything, till the day a gas leak and faulty wiring got his mother killed.

~ Whisp Prologue ~

The sounds of laughter could be heard inside an alley in San Francisco, California. Inside the darkened alley three older teens were surrounding a younger teen wearing a black long coat, black and white horizontal striped shirt, and dark blue pants. He was short, fair skinned, and had golden eyes.

"C'mon kid aren't you gonna fight back!?" The head thug grabbed the boy and threw him against the opposite wall scaring alley cats away.

I've always been told to follow the rules, exercise restraint.

"This punk ain't worth our time," said the same thug that threw him as he punched Whisp in the gut. He lost all his air in a chocked gasp and slid down the wall a golden pocket watch rolled out of his coat pocket. "Hey sweet lookin' watch there, don't mind if I do."

It was easier to tuck in and take the punches, less trouble followed you, if you just became invisible.

"Hey let go of me you little punk!" The thug had grabbed the watch, but the boy grabbed his arm hard not letting him take the watch.

That's what my mother always said: "Stay invisible."

"What wanna fight now?" The thug let go of the watch backing up and aiming with his heel slammed his foot hard against the wall "Yowch!" The boy had moved his head so the thug had only hurt himself and the building he kicked.

I'm sorry Mom, but sometimes that proves impossible.

The boy grabbed his pocket watch and like magic the chain grew longer and thicker as he swung it once so it would wrap his hand. Suddenly he had a pair of very intimidating golden knuckles.

My name is Whisp Chroma, I am a mute, but that doesn't mean I won't give you a piece of my mind.

The boy, Whisp, walked out of the alley leaving behind three beaten bloody thugs in the alley unconscious. He sorted through their wallets before tossing them down a storm drain.

~ Aura Prologue ~

"So those Tarts think they can mess with the Fire Flies?" A blonde girl yelled, she couldn't have been fifteen. "Well show them a thing or two! We'll spray paint their base in the middle of the night!"

"Yeah! We'll ambush them one at a time as they get out of school!" A japanese girl said nodding her head. "We'll rough em up and take their money!"

"We'll need an allaby, cause we'll need to leave this dump before they do." An african-american girl said as they came up with plans to take down their rivals. "We can also break a window in their school."

This was taking place in the secret hang out for the Fire Fly Gang in Sacramento, several girls were together. Most of them were here to be with friends, only a few were here to cause mayhem. "What is the meaning of this?" Said an older voice that the rest look too.

A woman wearing a green beret, black combat vest, and dark green camouflage long sleeve fatigues. She also wore black tight pants with pockets lining the outside of her legs. They looked thin enough for a set of pens...or shivs. The symbol on her beret said: "IRA," an Irish Republican Army beret. It looked plenty faded, but she wore it well.

Cascading down her back was feathery looking red and orange fiery hair, behind a pair of aviator shades were emerald green eyes. She had very pale skin with a splash of freckles on her left cheek only.

"Aura! Perfect timing, look at all this!" Around the hang out were blue spray painted graffiti, their symbols of fire flies over taken by pictures of blue birds. "The Jays have completely defaced our hang out!"

Aura took one sweeping glance, "Alright fine. Tomorrow just before lunch we'll all leave and burn their school down." Suddenly the rest of the girl who'd been excited suddenly looked pale.

"What was that, burn their school down?"

"But that's not right."

"The other student didn't-"

"Who cares?!" Aura yelled shutting them up, "I'm not here to baby sit girls who wanna gossip and paint nails. If we're taking revenge we're ding it my way, I can even get us a ride and guns."

The atmosphere was dead silent and cold, "However if you girls are willing to be the bigger "men" so to speak then we'll ignore this ever happened." That option sounded way more...safe? Better? Never the less it was the one that got everyone nodding their heads and agreeing.

"Right! Forgive and forget!"

"It's just paint!"

"We can wash it off! Or paint over that!"

Aura nodded, "I need to go and do that research paper for Mister Oblique. See you all tomorrow," Aura left with a grin. The fear on the girl's faces was not only hilarious, but real. Real fear...I like that.

~ Koran Prologue ~

A beefy guy with pale blonde hair and dark chocolate colored skin was waiting for a train in San Jose, California. When suddenly every single train switched to: [Delayed]. A cascade of sighs from the other hopeful passengers aired around the room.

Except the beef cake, his coal black eyes simply closed as the load speaker announced that there was a collision between 2 trains. The entire rail way system in southern California was disabled for investigations and risks of more collisions in surrounding areas.

The big guy got up and walked out picking up a ruck sack with him and slung it over his shoulders. He was wearing just a jacket with the sleeves torn off. His jeans were faded and ripped to hell, he walked backward on the highway putting his thumb out waiting for someone to stop and pick him up.

It took hours and it wasn't till sunset when a tucker stopped for him, the side of the truck said: "Pepsi-Cola!" On the side; "Hop in buddy. You look tired," The old white trucker said with a friendly grin.

"Thank you," The dark skinned teen said politely climbing into the back.

"So what's your name and where are you headed?" The trucker said waiting for traffic to ease up so they could get going.

"My name is Koran Riggs. I am going to San Francisco, Mount Tam." He spoke very politely, but his deep voice almost made it sound like a threat.

"Well nice to meet you Mister Riggs, my name is Terry. I'm headed to San Diego. I'll take you that far alrighty?" The older man looked a little nervous, sure they were both big guys. But Terry was the "i love nachos and beer" big, whilst Koran looked prison muscles big.

Koran had let himself fall asleep, which was never a good idea. When he woke up Terry was screaming while they slid on their side. Terry's side, the entire big rig truck had been flipped on its side somehow!

Koran immediately ripped his seat belt and grabbed his ruck sack. He threw it out the window into oblivion as he did the same with Terry's belt. Terry was still screaming as Koran grabbed him and climbed out the window, they were sliding on the highway. The gas cylinders on the sides were sparking and being grinded thinner and thinner by the asphalt.

Koran looked around before he noticed they were still surrounded by soft sand, "Trust me." Koran said as he jumped taking Terry with him, they landed in the sand hard as the truck slid a few more yards before the actual truck exploded with the front of the rig spraying soda everywhere as the can got hot and kept exploding and putting the fire out.

Terry was shaking like a leaf as they waited for highway patrol to arrive, when they did Terry blamed it all on Koran claiming the man had high jacked his truck. Koran had disappeared hours ago unable to defend himself as police filed a warrant for his arrest. Again.

Let me put this easy; none of us are good people. But just this once we're given the chance to save the world. We'll do our damnest, but no promises.