Opener: Alright so this chapter won't be as dense and heavy and will be more action oriented. So queue the theme song. That's a lie I wrote this opener like a month ago this chapter is still very dialog driven.
The rubble where Nicia bedroom once stood, is now ablaze with scattered small fires across the entire east wing. Large boulders of plaster creak and crack as infectious black clouds of smoke cover the large estate. Near the epicenter of the blast DJ stands over Nicia hunched over, both teens enveloped in a faintly blue telepathic forcefield.
"Are you okay?"
"I think so but what the fuck just happened." She nods in a frantic state.
"Shit, this is bad.." He pauses and drops the protective shield.
"How'd you just do that? Oh my god what the fuck is going on! Who did I piss off enough for them to bomb my room? Who bombs someone's room! How are you doing that!" She searches for answers wide eyed and with her heart pounding with adrenaline as the all too familiar sense of fear and panic begin to set in.
"Come on we have to move before they get here." He gestures for her to grab hold of his hand.
She quickly jerks her hand back. "I'm not going anywhere until I know what the hell is going on! Who are they." DJ becomes visibly upset at the stubbornness and lets out a sigh.
"Okay, I have superpowers."
"Wait what!"
Yeah superpowers... I have them. And the people that blew up your room are a group of relentless alien conquerors from the deep dark depths of space called the Gors. Who want to enslave all humankind and harvest our natural resources for their Armada. Got it? Okay now lets go before-" The sound of a low grunt followed by the clank of metal and the grating sound of metal on dirt echos as a shadowy outline becomes barely visable in the dense cloud cover.
"Damnit!" DJ grabs Nicia's hand and hastily drags her along towards the west wing. "You just had to be difficult."
"When am I not difficult? My house was blown up by aliens, some weird kid think he's a superhero, none of this makes any sense! It's like a mediocre science fiction novel." Her stoic personality has returned but her body still trembling from shock.
"I'll explain it all later but right now we need to get you guys out of here." DJ frantically searches with his eyes through the dense clouds of smoldering ash. He feels heavy pain weighing down on his left knee. He glances down but doesn't see any signs of injury. "Chris what happened?" He thinks.
"It's nothing a rock fell on top of me during the blast. Everyone's okay, is everything good on your end."
DJ ponders a bit he knows Chris is lying. His injury is more serious than he's leading on. "We're both fine. We'll sort this out face to face."
The group of teens are soon reunited with one another. Nicia and Brittany share a hug with large smudges of dust dirt and grime across every inch of their bodies.
"Hey did you fill them in on everything Chris.
"You mean how there's a fucking army of aliens descending on a teenage girls mansion from the depths of space!" Ethan frantically as his brain struggles to comprehend the strange and horrible situation.
"I'll take that as a yes then." DJ retorts as he turns to examine his hunched over friend and his injury. Its worst than he thought. A large gash sits throbbing on his left calf muscle.
"Jesus, Chris."
"Its nothing i'm fine, we can worry about that later." He boldly states as he struggles to stand on his own two feet, abd wobbles back done to one knee.
"Chris you're not fine." DJ sighs as the two share a lingering look. Makenna easily notices their close relationship and can't help to be a bit jealous as DJ assist Chris to his feet.
"Okay I need you all to get behind us." Chris adds.
"No I need all of you to get behind me. Especially you!" DJ exaggerates as he points his finger into Chris' chest.
"I told you i'll be fine."
"You can hardly walk."
"If we both fight we can easily get this over with quickly." DJ annoyingly replies with an angry grunt, suprised by Chris' unusual stubborness.
"What are you two gonna do against aliens. Especially with your leg all messed up."
"We should run and hide! Call the police or or someone!"
"Like totally, I vote we should like let's get out of here."
"I also vote we run and hide."
"Since when did we start voting!"
"She's right there fucking aliens dude, there gonna probe our brains then forcibly impregnate us then our stomachs are gonna burst and the babies are gonna eat us!
In unison the clamouring group instantly become dead silent and turn to face Ethan. "What the fuck!"
"I think I watch too many Riddly Scott films."
"Okay listen. We can't run they'll eventually find us." Chris explains.
"He's right, the Gors they're relentless animals, they won't stop after they set their sights on us. They will keep coming harder and harder until-"
"That's what she said." Obviously frightened and shaken Ethan interjects with a half cocked grin, failingly hiding his true emotions the best way he can. The others make an annoyed expression in his direction paired with over exaggerated eye rolls.
Suddenly a several loud thumbs paired with the clank of metal hitting the damaged Earth beneath their feet. DJ's heart sinks into his stomach.
"Everyone can you get behind us and hide if you value your life." Chris slowly ask.
"Ah jeez." DJ lets out. "Chris we got a problem." He adds
"Oh now its a problem!" Nicia expels with the slam of her foot into the dirt.
"Okay if you don't wanna die stay behind me and DJ, and hold on to something." Chris starts up. He and DJ share a small cocky grin.
"What do you mean hold on to something." Makenna ask.
"Welp we gotta clear this smoke so we can fight." Chris replies in a nonchalant tone. Throughout their disbelief and arguing the teens neglected the layer of grey smoke cover the large estate. The three normal students brace themselves for whatever crazy turn of events that have yet to transpire.
Chris outstretches his arms and quickly slams his palms together, creating a large gust of wind with the sound of a fierce roar the air rushes past the students who let out a cry from the sheer force. The ash clouds fastly dissipate into the atmosphere.
With the cloud gone it's revealed a battalion of twenty four hostile aliens rushing towards the group. "Give up!" One from the far back shouts. "Give us the source!" His heard from a far. The other Gors continuously roar slight variations of the shouting.
Suddenly a large battle axe touting alien appears behind Chris. With little time to react, he quickly jerks around only to aggravate his damaged leg sending him to one knee on the ground with a loud grunt.
Makenna looks up towards DJ, and his body begins to rapidly flicker shades of red and with a puff of smoke he's gone, from her eyesight. Before she can turn her head DJ reappears standing wedged between Chris and the Gor. A feriouss scowl sparrelled across his face and in his hands he holds the blade of the battle axe.
"Damn, always saving you." He taunts boastfully but the expression on his face is one of complete horror and a fake smile. Chris quickly jumps from behind DJ to land a devastating smash with his right fist.
The two friends stand back to back and with the simultaneous flick of their fingers a devastating telekinetic wave collides with the air creating an overwhelming gust of high pressures air sliding through a majority of the opposing forces.
Though her fear is telling her to keep her head down and just wait until it's over and pray for her body to stop shaking, Makenna's overwhelming curiosity gets the best of her. She peekings through her fingers with a squinting eye. Makenna witnesses the astonishing display of superhuman powers.
Swift, agile, almost faster than what the human eye can keep up with. Methodical and precise, every movement they make is executed with near perfection. Chris only lays a single touch on the villains then all of a sudden they fall to the ground like rocks.
"The touch of death. Like the grim reaper." She thinks. Heavy and weighed down unable to move. While DJ's prowess lies within his superb hand to hand combat skills reinforced with his super strength. Shot after shot he lands several devastating mighty blows always hurling his enemies and least fifteen feet in any direction. Though there is something raw, angry and frenetic in his combat style, almost like he's afraid.
Although to Makenna they both seem to be taking on the horde of aliens with relative easy, DJ notices something irregular in Chris' movements, through the battle he's been slowing down. Restricting his movements clearly favoring and protecting his wounded knee. The sound of a single laser being fired of spreads through the wreckage followed by a scream of agony. Ethan, Brittany, and Nicia jerk their heads up to find Chris toppled by Gors desperately struggling for his life his eyes wild under the weight of several of the aliens malice.
With a puff of smoke and flicker DJ appears with a telekinetic shield around Chris. He stands favoring his knee in anguish, the two friends share a silent look at one another.
DJ leaps into the air leaving a small crater where he once stood. Then with fiery roar the slams his fist into the ground creating a loud thundering boom sending a massive shockwave through the ground leveling what's left of the alien forces.
Makenna, Ethan, Brittany and Nicia shout as they struggle to hold their grip onto the group fighting the immense wind pressure. Frightened and shaking they raise from their crouching still in awe.
"Looks like the last of them. I forgot how ugly these things are." Chris explains as he crouched over the carcass of a dead alien sporting a broken neck. It's tongue black and oozing dense purple blood from its gaping mouth framed by several rows of vicious canine-like teeth.
"I never did. Their faces are burned in my brain." DJ's voice quietly lets out burdened and heavy.
"Oh my fucking god! Look at my room!" Nicia boldly exclaims still unable to fully grasp their current situation. "He's going to flip when he finds out."
"Holy shit where's your Dad!" Makenna frantically questions.
"Hopefully bleeding out under the rubble." Nicia murmurs.
The low familiar sound of scraping metal against the damaged ground is heard faintly off in the distance as the teens pace through the wreckage in an awkward haze. Suddenly the sound of a laser beam sounds through the grounds then Chris slumps into the rubble.
"Chris!" DJ shouts. The group quickly jerk their heads to the direction of the blast to find a gruesomely injured Gor wobbling in one leg. The mangled alien reaches into a pouch on it's boney waist. In it's thin long and deep purple palm he holds a grenade like weapon, featuring several grooves each emitting a bright green light. A handheld nuclear weapon. If it doesn't kill each of them on the spot it won't take long for the radiation to do so.
DJ's expression turns sour with fear. He starts to dart towards the alien in an attempt to disarm it.
"Don't take another step, not if you value your friends life." Its shouts. It's voice harsh and unpleasant. DJ stops dead in his tracks as another gravely injured Gor appears from the rubble standing over Chris with the short barrel of a foreign firearm pressed against his larynx.
"Make a choice hero or they all die! Come along with us and we may allow your weak and insignificant friends to remain alive, or you give up your best friend here and we will let the others go."
DJ eyes continuously dart back and forth between his new found acquaintances and his bestfriend as his heart pounds with pure adrenaline. His hands begin to shake uncontrollably.
"Have your palms become sweaty are your knees getting weak."
"Mom's spaghetti!"
"Shut the fuck up Ethan!" Everyone yells in unison.
Chris faces DJ with a sincere grin of passion. "DJ you know what the right move is. Trust your gut and get them out of here. I've done enough with my life don't jeopardize there's. Because we both know as soon as that bomb goes off there's an ninety percent chance none of us walk away from this. DJ, brother take them and go."
"Pipe down pretty boy!" The Brute shouts pressuring Chris' neck even harder. "Why don't you just quit. Give up and accept your fate. Run away and hide like last time."
DJ jerks his head towards the riffle wielding brute.
"Oh we know how the great Telepath ran at the sight of blood, how he wasn't able to save anyone! Because your weak just like the rest of your miserable species! You are barely worthy of being our slaves! So why don't you just quit and give us what we want, you know even if you defeat us the Armada will just keep sending ship after ship after ship, until victory is ours! So just surrender now!"
"DJ you listen to me fuck this snaggletooth motherfucker! You can do it. There's no shame in running friend."
"I told you to stay quite!"
"Or you'll what kill me well pull the fucker trigger asshole! Pull the goddamn trigger motherfucker!" Chris presses his skull against the barrel of the alien weapon. "Make his decision easier! So he can kick your alien asses with the snap of his finger!"
"He won't he's to weak he lacks real conviction!"
"Oh I'll show you real conviction! I'm no coward. I face my shit like everyone else in this shitty world! Yeah I got my friends kille but I have to live with that. But knowing that just makes me want to do better. To face everything and rise. I'll show you alien scrotum chins what it means to be a hero. I'll won't quite even if I die in the process. I'm never gonna quit until the day I die!" The tone in his voice starts to lowerI can't give, if I do then all my friends sacrafices would mean nothing." His voice becomes softer as he lowers his head and turns around. "That's what it means to be a hero; but I'm sorry buddy I have to save you."
With a puff of smoke he appears behind the brute and smashes him into the ground with a powerful kick. At that moment the other Gor activates and launches the grenade at his fellow classmates.
"No you idiot! That's not what I meant by trusting your gut you dumbass!"
DJ then sets his sights on the grenade flying through the air at superspeed. With each and every passing millisecond he inches closer and closer, desperately clawing his way towards the explosive weapon. He knows he can't reach it in time. It's just at the edge of his fingertips then...BOOM! Everything is enveloped in a luminous giant green light.
Moments later the light is gone as fast as it came. DJ stands in a broken and fractured blue telekinetic shield and his face covered in a lime green ash and hands brutally burned. While his classmates lay sprawled on the ground behind Chris' own blue shielding equally battered and broken as DJ's. Though there condition is a lot worst, their shield barely left standing leaving the teens covered head to toe in lime ash showered in radiation and unresponsive.
"Oh god." DJ lets out with a mix of humiliation, concern and disappointment written across his face.
The End: Chapter 4: Right Back at it Again.
Author's Notes: Okay so sorry for the wait took me too long to write this but I think this is a much better way of the group getting their powers instead of the unrealistic infusion chamber thingy from the original story. So this new story feels a lot more natural and organic and just in general more streamlined with more dynamic characters that actually do stuff. So hope you enjoyed.