Hey Guys! Cerise back at it again! Okay so I have waaaaaay too many fandoms that I need to write about but here's a Glee fanfic! It's kind of a superhero x glee crossover where some of my favorite characters have superpowers. Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, feel free to tell me if there are!

Okay so some characters in this story may seem a little OOC (Sebastian for example) but that's just because I need to develop the general plot a little more before delving into the characters.

Enjoy and leave a review!

-Cerise out

America, New York, 8:36 pm

In a bustling city, a girl sat outside, on her windowsill, staring out into the crowded streets. It was nighttime, the sky dark, but the streets and tall structures around her were lit up with beautiful lights, all glimmering together.

She stretched her arms out and rested her cheek on the cool glass of the window she was leaning against and began to sing, soft, sweet notes gliding through the air and out into the streets. She doubted anyone could hear her but she continued, closing her eyes and swaying to the song. Something smashed into the glass next to her, interrupting her lilting song with the crash of broken glass. On instinct, she screamed, eyes widening as she saw the man with the gun in front of her get flung away, almost as if her voice had pushed him away.

The man plummeted down, and she stopped screaming, panicked and scared. Tears leaked through the corners of her eyes as her father burst through the doors to her room, locking her in a tight embrace.

He looked into her eyes, and the girl could see the fear and sadness behind them.
"The time for your departure is here. I love you my little songbird."

America, Seattle, 9:42 pm

A boy, a lonely figure, walked through the streets. Not many people walked through the dark alleys he was taking, and he was intent on getting home quickly before the shady people started to show. Sadly, that was not to be.

As he turned onto a larger street, crossing the street, lights suddenly flashed at him. A car was careening straight towards him, and he could see the driver's eyes, crazy and alarmed, staring at him in the split second before the impact. He threw his arms in front of him, attempting to protect his head and face as the car hit him.

A terrible screeching hit his ears as he looked up, amazed and scared to see the front of the car smashed, it's hood completely destroyed. It looked like a mangled piece of metal, nothing like the sleek machine he had seen seconds before. He recovered from the initial shock and looked himself up and down, frightened to see he wasn't hurt at all.

Without a second thought, he ran straight home, not noticing the two figures in dark clothes watching him disappear into the night, their eyes following his movements.

"That's him alright, come on, let's get him."

Canada, Vancouver, 10:01 pm

A person biked through the cold air of the night, cycling past tall trees and a few lit up shops. Few people were in the streets, and the boy just focused on reaching his house before it grew any colder. His breath puffed out in white clouds as he flew by, marveling the stars lighting up the sky. It was a peaceful night.

He continued biking, occasionally weaving through cars and trucks. He didn't see the wild dog before it was too late. Lying on the street, completely unaware of all dangers, the dog just sat there, shrouded in darkness.

With a yell of surprise, the boy jerked the handlebars to the right, flying off the bike as it crashed onto the road. The dog sat up in surprise at the noise and limped towards the fallen boy, almost as if it wanted to see if he was okay.

The boy groaned and lifted up his shirt gingerly, paling as he saw the blood coating his fingers. The world spun around him and his breathing grew shallow as he fought the urge to pass out or scream. Carefully, he placed his hands on the deep cut and breathed in deeply to calm himself. A warm feeling grew between his fingertips and he continued breathing in and out.

When he opened his eyes he gasped as he ran his hand over his side. There was no sign of the gash, and the only thing that told him he wasn't crazy was the blood on his hands.

The dog sniffed at him before walking off, limp gone.

A woman leaning against a telephone booth stopped videoing, her eyes wide. This was going viral.

France, Paris, 11:57 pm

A boy stared out at the beautiful city in front of him. His view from the lit up tower was spectacular, but he found himself hardly caring for it. His thoughts were wandering, thinking of his parents and their seemingly constant need to fight.

He sighed and yawned, hating how he couldn't fall asleep. So here he was, on top of the most famous tower in all of Paris, trying to ignore his insomnia. He knew his parents would kill him for being up in the Eiffel by himself, without any bodyguards but to be honest he hated the constant shadows that followed him. Because his parents were important social figures, they and their family were always at risk of being hurt by their enemies.

So it really didn't surprise him as much as he thought it would when several men in dark suits leapt out of the shadows, guns aimed at him.

What did surprise him was when a warm feeling spread across his hand, and he saw a flickering flame bloom in his palm. It grew until it was a ball of fire the size of a football, floating above his hands. He instinctively threw it and it hit the ground directly in front of the men, sending several of them reeling back.

He stepped out of the shadows to run down the stairs, deciding that now was as good a time as any to make his escape. He heard several gunshots sound and felt bullets smash into the iron around him, but he didn't pay any attention to the dents in the metal and his near escape as he fled down the steps, deciding to do a very stupid thing.

With a grunt he looked over the railing and decided it wasn't a very far way down, and leapt over the railing, ducking into a roll as he hit the ground.

Without a glance back at the men watching his fleeting steps, he ran, not daring to look back. That is, he ran until a burning pain ripped through him and he saw his arm get grazed by a bullet that slammed into the wall in front of him. A hand pulled him into a street where he was greeted with a cloth over his mouth and nose, sending him into the spiraling sleep his insomnia didn't allow.

America, Mexico, 12:45 am

Two girls sat together on the edge of a roof, leaning against one another as they watched the twinkling stars in the sky. One of them shivered as the other wrapped her arms around her, sharing her warmth. The girl who had shivered smiled softly and relished the feeling of warm arms around her. Nothing could ever get rid of the freezing cold that seeped into her bones every minute of the day, but hugs definitely helped. Especially hugs from the girl beside her.

Their comforting silence was interrupted when the roof tiles around them started to crack, slipping off of the structure. Both girls screamed as they plummeted down, so close to hitting the ground.

One of the girls grabbed onto the other and hugged tightly, letting the cold feeling in her bones burst out of her as she panicked. Something cold and slick brushed up sharply against her and when she opened her eyes she found herself sitting precariously on a large arc of ice, suspended in the air. Her thoughts went instantly to the other girl, who she had caught while they were falling.

She had thrown her arms up and now a blue force field like a bubble surrounded them, as if they were encased in a hamster ball.

She yelped as the ice cracked and the two were dropped onto the cool grass beneath them, which was now covered in shards of ice and broken roof tiles. The force field had shattered as soon as it had hit the ground.

The two sat together, breathing heavily as they tried to process what had just happened. Neither noticed the telltale flash of a camera taking a picture and the dark shadow of a person running away from them.

Japan, Kyoto 11:28 am

A girl and a boy laughed together as they ran through a field of flowers and towering grass. The girl twirled around in her dress as the boy danced around her, placing flowers in her hair. They were both blissfully unaware of the people watching them intently behind the trees that made up the forest around them.

The two made their way to a river that winded through the forest and was left unnoticed by many, which meant the water was crystal clear and great to swim in.

They had nearly made it before several birds flew straight up, clearly alarmed by something in the woods. The wolf stalked out of the trees, eyes glinting a dangerous amber as they locked onto the two figures. The boy immediately stepped in front of the girl, who pulled him back next to her. They both masked their terror well, but not well enough.

The wolf pounced, bounding straight towards them with a vicious snarl. Before the girl could get hurt, the boy leapt forward and ran towards the wolf, gasping as he came to a stop almost half a mile away, in the field they were in before. Electricity crackled around him as he glanced around, aware that his shoes were smoking.

With a loud crack, the girl appeared next to him, still gaping in surprise. The two of them exchanged wild looks before they grabbed each other's hands and ran off, trying to figure out what happened to them.

UK ( Great Britain), London 5:03 pm

A boy walked along the streets, eyeing the gray sky with a tired look. It was beginning to get dark and it was already cold enough. He passed several empty parks as he tried to get to the bus station that would bring him back to his college.

Those were his hopes before a rough hand grabbed his arm and pulled him into a dark alley, immediately punching him in the gut. He grunted as he took the hit, instantly looking up to his attacker. Two guys menacingly cracked their knuckles and necks, examining their target.

The boy wasted no time as he kicked the first one, bringing a swift punch to his nose. He went spinning down as his partner seemed to realize what was going on and flung himself towards the boy.

What happened next he'll never forget. He felt strange, as if his cells were quivering as he watched his body disappear. He thought he was hallucinating or delusional from the hits he had taken but the man in front of him looked around, his expression one of pure fear.

Another shiver went down the boy's spine but this time it was cold and sharp and felt strangely… metallic.

His limbs reappeared but this time it wasn't his usual skin that he saw. His arms looked like they were covered in metal. His limbs were silver and as heavy as metal, but he wasn't bothered by the weight. He swung his fist towards the man, and it connected with a heavy thud as he went down.

The boy's eyes widened and he barely contained his panic as he watched his skin lose the silver, metallic sheen and turn back to human flesh. He fled, the bus entirely forgotten as he ran through the streets, ignoring the cold rain that had begun to fall.

Two security cameras caught the figure fleeing through the coats of rain, along with all of the events that had just occurred.

America, New York, 6:51 pm

Two figures lay together on a grassy plain, staring up at the airplanes flying by, trying to make sense of the shapes the clouds were making. They were smiling, enraptured by one another. Both boys were talking softly, taking pleasure in the company they were giving each other. Everything felt perfect, as if nothing could ruin the moment.

That was, of course, before the airplane above them began falling, flames bursting out of one of the engines. They both jumped up, alarmed as flaming wreckage fell and smashed into the ground next to them.

One of the boys spread his arms out, feeling the cool rush of wind fly by as he imagined himself saving everyone on the plane. Slowly, almost like magic, the boy rose up from the ground, balancing above his friend. Large, glossy wings extended out of his back, but they weren't solid. It was almost as if they were transparent. He reached down and grabbed the other boy, and flew them up, knowing that they had to do something.

The other boy closed his eyes and imagined the plane that was falling. He pushed his hands out and imagined the plane stopping mid-air, before slowly descending to the ground. When he opened his eyes he saw the plane surrounded by a misty, blue aura. It slowly stopped falling and dropped carefully to the ground, where the passengers would be safe. The engine's fires had been put out by the strong gusts of wind that had shot through it when it was falling.

The boys, exhausted, touched the ground and passed out, still holding hands.

Two figures slipped out of the wreckage of the grassy plain and picked the two boys up, carrying them away from the fallen plane.

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Who do you think is who? I hope you can guess!

I'll see you guys later, hope you enjoyed!