Hey sorry it took so long to get this up I had a lot on my plate. Thank you guys for all the great reviews. You guys are the best. Hope you like this chapter.

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"No Hotstreak again today?" Richie asked himself as he soared through the sky on his skates. It had been a week since he last saw Francis and he was beginning to get depressed. Wait a second. Why should he be depressed!? Not seeing Hotstreak was a good thing! It meant he had one less bad guy to fight.

"Gear!"

"What?" Richie said startled by his best friends voice.

"Are you ok man you've been spacing out a lot lately." there was genuine concern in Virgil's voice.

"Yeah I'm fine. Probably just ate something bad." The superhero stared at him.

"I'm fine Verge. Don't worry about it."

"Ok just making sure." Static was still unsure about whether Richie was really fine or not but he decided to let the blonde tell him when he felt like it.

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COOKIE BREAK!!!!!!!

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The door slammed shut."Francis!"yelled the drunken man. Hotstreak's body tensed at the sound of the man's voice."Yes Dad?" he said loudly to his bedroom door. Loud footsteps climbed up the stairs. Closer, closer, and closer yet.

Francis waited in anticipation. He tried to reassure himself that maybe his father wasn't drunk. Wasn't mad. That maybe he wasn't going to hurt him but the truth was obvious. The man was obviously drunk and angry. The teen would not be lucky tonight.

The bedroom door flew open and the man barged in.

"SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO BOY!!!!!"

"I did respond dad" said the red haired teen trying to hide his fear. The two stood about a foot from each other.

"DON'T BACK TALK ME BOY!!!!!!" He closed the distance grabbing his son by the front of his shirt.

"But I wasn..." Pain shot through the boy's body.

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Why? Why? Why did he let him treat him like that? He wasn't a scared little kid anymore. Hotstreak lay on his bed, bloody towel in hand. He was Hotstreak, controller of fire, kicker of ass. He could take the old man. Knock some sense into him. But why didn't he? He was strong enough so why didn't he?

He got up and put the towel down on the desk chair. He picked up his iPod and put on 'Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit'. As he walked back to his bed he got a glympse of himself in the old broken mirror (another of his father's rage weapons). All he could think was That's going to leave a mark.

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Richie flew over the city overjoyed. He and Static ha d finally caught Ivon. Static had gone home to celebrate and Richie was going to meet him there. But first he had to make a pit stop.

Ah, finally. That bastard's behind bars Richie thought as he zipped up his pants. he had chosen to stop at a park near Virgil's house. as he was getting ready to take off he saw a read flash near the lake at the center of the park. What could be there at this time of night. It might be trouble. Another red flash. "Should I call Verge?". Another. No. I think I know who it is. Gear followed the light.

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Sorry to leave you on a cliff hanger but a writers gotta do what a writers gotta do. Bye.