Well, here we go. It's about time you get what you're probably looking for. That's right, an action scene that doesn't happen behind closed eyes. Granted, this chapter is kinda huge, but I like to believe that it pays off. Oh, well, it's not my opinion that matters to me. It's yours. So, please...

Enjoy.

The sound of her white flats hitting the pavement of her driveway let out a soft echo in the redhead's quiet neighborhood. Cat shut the car door and gave a wave to Jade just before the goth maneuvered her car back into the street and made her way back home. While it still bothered her, the redhead knew better than to argue with her friend's demands that she was driven home after her run in with the thieves the night prior. It wasn't long before she opened her front door and entered the entryway to her home.

"HELLO!" She exclaimed. As she walked past the living room, she noticed a man walking from her living room. He wore a button down shirt, grey slacks, and had messy, thinning brown hair. A sewer's measuring tape hung around his neck and a smile on his face as he looked towards Cat. Without saying a word, he ran towards her and scooped her into a hug. Picking her up off of the ground, he began to spin around in a circle, causing Cat to giggle in response.

"Welcome home, Caterina!" He said above the laughter of the petite teen.

"Hi, Daddy!" She replied, returning the hug. Feeling like his daughter had enough, he set her down and gave her a pat on the head.

"Always nice to see my little cupcake smiling," her father said. "Doesn't seem like anything can keep you sad for long." Cat couldn't help but appreciate her father's tendency to avoid bad memories, knowing well that he probably was just as worried as her mother when Mr. Vega called their house. However, Mr. Valentine refused to let it show in front of his children. Before he could inquire how his daughter's day at school was, Mrs. Valentine made her way into the living room.

"Hello, Caterina," she smiled. "Jade didn't want to visit?"

"No, she said she had to be home to finish writing a script," the redhead explained. "She calls it The Blade of the Bloody Bride. It's about..." Cat soon saw her mother raise her hand and shake her head in disgust, quickly ceasing her planned summary of her goth friends newest slasher plot.

"I still can't believe that she's into that gruesome stuff," Mrs. Valentine muttered.

"Remember when her and Caterina were all tea parties and coloring books?" Mr. Valentine reminisced as he took a seat in his armchair. "Time flies, Bella."

"I know, Antony," she sighed. "Now our little girl's singing, acting, and having strange picture days." The mentioning of the words "picture days" prompted Mr. Valentine to look curiously towards his daughter, who met him with a less than enthused face.

"Picture day was today?" He asked. "Guess that's why you're wearing the dress I designed for you. Anyways, how'd it go, Cupcake?" As Cat began to explain the antics that ensued at school, the sudden thud of something heavy echoed from up the stairs.

"COWABUNGA!" She heard the voice of her brother call out as the sound of something slidding down the steps began to get louder. Before any of the Valentine family could question what was going on, they watched in shock as Vinny slid on a surfboard into the front door, with the board splintering as a result. Cat rushed out to check on her brother, who merely shook his head and chuckled.

"Total wipeout," he chuckled as he dusted off his floral pattern shirt and trunks.

"Are you okay, Vinny," Cat asked as she offered a hand to help him up. Vinny, appreciating the help, took it and quickly jumped to his bare feet.

"No worries, Gidget!" He said with a SoCal surfer accent. "I've had worse wipeouts down at the mall."

"Vincenzo Valentine!" The frustrated shout of their mother caused the siblings to jump and cringe. As the duo looked into the living room to see their parents standing near the doorway. Mrs. Valentine's eyes spoke all the words that the children knew were coming, while their father merely looked towards his son with great concern.

"Wassup, Wahine?" Vinny asked his mother, surprisingly sounding very relaxed and regaining a mellow composure. "Looks like you lost your chill..."

"Don't you dare start with me, Vincenzo," she warned her son. "What were you thinking, doing something so reckless? You could've broken your neck!" Vinny opened his mouth to defend himself, but a quick glance towards his redheaded sister was all he needed to remind himself that their mother wasn't in a joking mood.

"Sorry, Ma," he said in his normal voice. "Guess I wasn't thinking again." His return to semi normalcy was enough to calm Mrs. Valentine down, who turned her attention towards the now broken surfboard laying on her floor.

"Where on earth did you get that thing?" She asked. "I don't remember buying you one."

"I found it at the dump when I drove by today," Vinny explained, gesturing with a thumb towards the splintered wood. "Which reminds me..." The blue haired young man then turned his attention to his father, approached him, and raised a palm towards his mouth that blocked it from the view of his mother and sister.

"I took care of that, uh...trash problem you told me about, boss," he whispered in a New York accent. "You can sleep well knowing that our guys will ensure he... I mean it, will never bother you or your family again." While he did a terrible job at keeping his voice low enough that Cat and Mrs. Valentine couldn't hear him, he was never the less unperturbed. Mr. Valentine stifled his laughter, only to don a serious face.

"And that's why you're my number one guy, Vinny," he said as he clapped his hand on his son's shoulder, doing a spot on impersonation of the Godfather. "I can always count on you to make sure that business is done fast and done right."

"Hey, fuggedaboutit," Vinny said as he waved off the compliment.

"You shouldn't be encouraging him like this, Antony," Mrs. Valentine sighed, not at all as amused by their antics as her daughter was, who felt no need to stifle her laughter.

"You know he's only trying to entertain, Bella," her husband replied in defense of their son. "The boy's just a natural performer, like his sister. Speaking of which, Cupcake, you never told us how picture day went." Cat's brown eyes went wide as all attention was back on her.

"It was cancelled," she informed them.

"Why would they cancel picture day?" Mr. Valentine asked.

"Ummm...because the Flour Bomber was attacking students as they got their picture taken?" Cat couldn't understand why she seemed unsure about answering the question, but the bewildered look she got from her parents was enough to quell her doubts.

"What are you talking about, Caterina?" Mrs. Valentine asked. "What's a Flour Bomber?"

"Well, he's this boy who runs up on people and hits them in the face with a bunch of flour," the petite teen explained. "The first time he came to Hollywood Arts..."

"You mean this guy's done something like this before?" Her father interrupted.

"Yes, Daddy," Cat nodded. "That time, he just bugged us because he was bored. But me, Jade, Beck, and Andre caught him and got him to stop. Now, he's back and he's been ruining everyone's pictures. That's why Ms. Helen cancelled picture day today and said it would be tomorrow." Cat watched as her mother shook her head in disbelief, her father ran a hand through his hair, and her brother began to nod to himself.

"I just find it hard to believe that someone would assault children with flour for no reason," she wondered aloud. Cat looked down at the floor in defeat, believing that once again her stories were being dismissed as make believe. Sensing his sister's current mood, Vinny wasted no time in rushing his sister for a hug.

"Don't worry, Kitty," he said. "If that Flour Bomber tries to get you, that super hero guy will come help you again!" Cat watched her parents' focus immediately snap towards her and her brother, prompting her to believe that she would soon repeat the events of her video chat with her friends.

"Vinny, what do you mean, 'Super Hero Guy'?" Mr. Valentine asked his son.

"Kitty was saved by a super hero when those bad guys tried to hurt her last night," he explained. "She told me all about it. Right, Kitty?" The redhead began to feel anxious with what she felt would result when she told her parents everything about Cube Fist Man, even contemplating sticking to the 'Good Samaritan" story Mr. Vega had given her mother. One look towards her brother, however, gave her some hope that her parents would readily accept the facts as he had.

"Right," she finally said. "A superhero showed up and stopped the muggers from hurting me. He wore a red bandana, white jumpsuit, red gloves and boots, and had red cubes on his hands. He said his name was Cube Fist Man, and ran away before Mr. Vega showed up and took me home." A wave of relief overtook Cat as she watched her parents calm demeanor remain as they listened to her story. After taking a moment to process their thoughts, Mrs. Valentine looked towards her son, who was beaming at the image his sister had described.

"Vincenzo, would you kindly go to your room?" She asked. "Your father and I need to speak to Caterina alone." Vinny looked towards his mother, then shifted his attention to his father. Mr. Valentine merely nodded his agreement for his wife's request.

"Aye aye, ma'am," he replied, giving a swift salute. He marched up the stairs and returned to his room, leaving the rest of his family at the bottom of the stairs. As they heard his door shut, the parents turned to face their daughter, who felt her small smile fade as they suddenly looked extremely concerned.

"Caterina, what were you thinking?" Mrs. Valentine asked.

"What do you mean, Mom?" Cat replied, unsure of what her mother was trying to imply.

"I mean, what were you thinking telling that story to your brother?" She explained. "You know well enough that we shouldn't tell him anything like that. He might actually believe you." The petite teen couldn't help but feel her sense of hope be snuffed out in an instant. Once again, she was being told that what she had seen couldn't have happened, spurring on her anger.

"I'm NOT lying!" She shouted. "Why does everyone think that I'd lie about this?" Her voice waivered ever so slightly, and she felt the warmth of a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Cat, it's just too strange to believe," Mr. Valentine told her. "And you know that Vinny's not good at self control, especially when he sees or hears something related to action. Remember how I had to convince him that the strange looking fruit in the supermarket wouldn't give him stretching powers? Or how your mother had to keep him from attacking that plumber who saw Sylvio and said that he hates turtles?" Cat remembered how his antics had spurred from some shows and games he had seen, and completely understood why her parents were concerned. However, it gave her no comfort knowing that her parents took her fact as a ridiculous story.

"We know you don't mean any harm, Caterina," her mother interjected. "But you should've told him that someone tried to hurt you and Mr. Vega stopped them, instead of creating a wild story." With that, the redhead felt her rage come to a boil. With the police and her friends all saying she wasn't telling the truth, her parents' disbelief was the final straw for her.

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" She cried out, letting her tears fall freely. She didn't wait for a response, rather she sprinted up the stairs in an attempt to put as much space between her and her parents as she reasonably could.

"Caterina!" She heard her parents call out to her simultaneously, but refused to acknowledge them out of fear of saying anything she'd regret. As she reached the top of the stairs, her brother had opened his door in order to see what was going on.

"Kitty?" He began to ask. Cat, however, ignored him as well, wasting no time in entering her room and slamming the door, causing it's echo to resonate through her home. She collapsed onto her bed, covering her face with the nearest pillow to muffle her sobs. After a few seconds, she heard a knock at her door.

"Don't worry your little, red head about everyone else, Kitty," Vinny said through the door. "Even if they don't believe you, it doesn't matter as long as you believe you. If you say Cube Fist Man is real, then the rest of them are full of chiz. See you at dinner." Cat listened to the sound of his footsteps as they walked away from her door and into his own room. While she appreciated what Vinny was trying to convey, it didn't stop her from remaining in her room for the rest of the day.

"What's going on, Cat?" Jade asked as she turned into the Hollywood Arts parking lot. "You aren't being your usual, perky, annoying self."

"I haven't?" Cat asked in response. While she acted oblivious, she knew her goth friend would catch on to her mood. After her talk with her parents, she didn't feel like skipping down the driveway to Jade's car, tell the story about her surfing brother, or change the radio to the pop station and sing along to the songs like she normally would whenever Jade gave her rides. Instead, she only said hello to her friend and sat quietly as they went to school.

"Don't try to play dumb with me, little girl," Jade warned. "Something's bugging you, and I want to know what it is." As she cut the ignition and removed the key, Cat wasted no time in unbuckling her seatbelt and opening her door.

"I don't wanna talk about it," the redhead curtly said before shutting the door and turning towards the entrance. It wasn't long before Jade caught up with Cat, letting out an exacerbated sigh as she matched her stride.

"Whatever," she muttered. "I'll find out eventually, or Vega will. She'll keep asking you until you crack."

She can try, Cat thought. I'm not bringing it up if I can help it. As the two entered the Hollywood Arts hallway, the saw Tori standing near the entrance as if she were waiting for someone she knew.

"Hey, guys!" She exclaimed as she approached them. "You didn't happen to see Beck or the others on your way in, did you?"

"No, and you don't need to mention Beck first," Jade snapped, leary of the latina's mentioning of her boyfriend. While Tori would normally defend herself, she let out a nervous sigh instead.

"Oh, no," she said. "This means they're going to be late."

"But we still have ten minutes before the warning bell," Cat wondered aloud. "Why are they going to be late?" In response, Tori pulled out her PearPhone, opened her text messages, and turned the screen towards the goth and redhead.

"They texted me and said that they got stuck in some traffic on the way to school," she explained. "It also seemed like they were on different roads, so there's no telling when any of them get here!" While Cat began to look worried for the well being of her friends, Jade raised a curious eyebrow and let a glint of jealousy flash in her eyes.

"Why did Beck text you and not me?" She asked.

"Will you forget about that?" Tori requested. "Instead, think about what's going to happen if we get our picture taken before they get here. What if the Flour Bomber flour bombs us?"

"C'mon, Vega, quit worrying about the stupid Flour Bomber," Jade sighed. "Helen said that she'd get someone to keep him away from us. Besides, chances are he's got better things to do today."

"But what if...?" Cat began to interject, but her attention was captured by a student from the photography club running up to them with his camera clutched in his hands.

"Okay, girls!" He shouted as he knelt down. "Give me your best smiles!" Acting on impulse, the girls dropped the conversation they were having and grouped together. Jade put her hand on her hips and gave the camera a smirk, while Tori decided to give a large smile and took on a slightly turned stance. Cat wrapped her arms around her friends and began to laugh, feeling that she'd want a picture of her laughing in the yearbook.

"Fantastic!" The photographer grinned as he readied his camera. "Now, on three. One..." As he began to count, Tori briefly glanced down the hall and, when she saw who was approaching them, quickly let out a gasp.

"Oh, come on!" She cried out, prompting Jade and Cat to focus towards the sight of a young man in an American flag themed jumpsuit, red ski mask, and ski goggles running towards them. In his right palm, he had a large pan filled with flour at the ready.

"No..." Cat whispered.

"You gotta be kidding me!" Jade shouted.

"Two..." Before they could try to stop the photographer, the Flour Bomber was already within range. He drew his hand back, aiming directly at the girls' faces. Instinctively, they shut their eyes and covered their heads with their arms.

"THREE!"

At the final number, the sound of the school doors banging open and footsteps rushing towards the scene was enough to prompt the trio to open their eyes to see what was going on. They witnessed a red cube flying towards the flour launcher in an uppercut, connecting with the hand, and launching the powder into the air in a large plume. As they followed the white sleeved arm towards the owner, Tori and Jade couldn't help but let their jaws hang agape in shock at the masked man. Cat, however, let her smile grow wide at the sight of her supposedly imaginary superhero in her school. He wasted no time in following up his defensive punch with an offensive one, connecting a straight directly to the chest of the Flour Bomber, sending the girls' attacker backwards.

"You know, it's rather rude to ruin such a great photo opportunity," the hero said sternly to his opponent as he took a fighter's stance. While his focus was on the Flour Bomber, the girls had managed to find their voices.

"No way..." Jade muttered in disbelief.

"Is that...?" Tori began to ask, only to have Cat cut her off with the answer she was seeking.

"CUBE FIST MAN!" She gleefully exclaimed. This prompted the hero to turn towards her and her friends, dropping his stance and serious demeanor to give them a polite smile.

"Well, fancy seeing you again so soon, miss," he greeted the redhead. "I had no idea you went to this school. I'm guessing these are your friends?" While the latina and the goth had yet to gain their grasps on the situation, Cat nodded in response.

"Yep," she said. "This is Tori and Jade."

"Pleasure to meet you both," Cube Fist Man said, giving them a nod and a wave. Not sure how else to respond, Tori waved back while Jade continued to stare in disbelief. The block handed brawler didn't seem bothered by their stunned status and turned his focus back on Cat.

"Well, I'd love to chat more, but first things first, I'm afraid that I still have some business to attend to," he said. As Cat nodded, she noticed that the Flour Bomber had risen to his feet. He had taken off his flour launcher, and held a small white pouch in it's place.

"Look out!" She cried, pointing in the direction of the Flour Bomber. As Cube Fist Man turned towards his opponent, he noticed that the pouch was already in mid flight, directed at his eyes. Thinking quickly, he let his right cube fly up, hitting the pouch with the backside of his 'fist' and watched as the projectile flew into the face of a student with glasses and unkempt blonde hair. While the hero immediately regretted his actions, his regret worsened when the pouch burst into a cloud of flour that covered his entire face and upper torso.

"Oh, no!" Cube Fist Man exclaimed. "I'm so sorry!" Taking opportunity of the distraction, the Flour Bomber pulled out what appeared to be a large sock and began swinging it around like a flail. A faint cloud followed the weapon's path, while the sound of it cutting the air caught the attention of the masked hero. Just as the sock was about to come down on the masked hero's head, it missed it's target after he stepped to the side. The jumpsuited villain wasted no time, following up his failed attack with a seamless flow into a horizontal swing. Cube Fist Man responded by a quick duck and popped up to give a counterpunch of his own. The attack grazed the chest of the Flour Bomber, who stepped back and prepared to go back onto the offensive with another flour pouch in his off hand.

While the two masked men continued to trade blows, the student body had huddled around the scene and watched the battle unfold. While they marveled in disbelief at the spectacle amongst the faint cloud of flour, the redhead amongst them was the only one smiling. She was overjoyed that Cube Fist Man came to her rescue again, knowing in her heart that he'd stop the Flour Bomber before he ruins any more students' pictures. Along with that, she knew that her friends wouldn't be able to say she was lying or imagining anything ever again.

"I gotta give it to you," Cube Fist Man admitted as he dodged another swing of the flour flail. "You're really good, but I need to put an end to this now." The Flour Bomber chuckled in response and threw his flour pouch, aiming once again for the eyes of the hero. He raised his cubes towards his face, blocking the flour pouch from hitting it's intended target. The result was a large cloud of flour that overtook the area that the cubic crusader held, obscuring him from the crowd. Letting out a triumphant laugh, the villain turned to make his escape through the crowd.

"THIRD POWER..." The determined roar stopped the Flour Bomber mid step, whose curiosity overcame him as he turned to face the source of the voice. What he saw was the right cube of the masked hero flying full force towards his head from the flour cloud, connecting directly in his goggles. He let out a grunt of pain as the rest of Cube Fist Man emerged from the dust and put the rest of his body behind his blow.

"...PUNCH!" Cube Fist Man's arm fully extended, causing the Flour Bomber to reel backwards into the arms of the school's guidance counselor and a bald acting teacher with bare feet. They wasted no time in restraining the fallen foe by holding his arms behind his back.

"Woah, now," the bald teacher said. "That was quite a show!"

"Now's not the time to review, Sikowitz," the guidance counselor said. Before he could begin to get Sikowitz to help him take the Flour Bomber to the principal, their focus soon fell upon the masked man in the white jumpsuit and cube shaped fists standing before them. For a brief moment, everyone remained silent as they finished processing what they had witnessed. It wasn't long before the roar of a cheering crowd filled the halls, all hailing praise for their masked savior. Cube Fist Man responded to their kindness with a small chuckle and a salute before turning his attention to the principal rushing towards her staff, who kept the Flour Bomber within their grasp.

"What in the name of heaven is going on around here?" She demanded as she approached the scene, quickly focusing on the jumpsuit wearing figure. "Is this that Flour Guy, Lane?" The guidance counselor responded with a nod.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied. "Turns out, this young man stopped him." He pointed towards Cube Fist Man, whom Helen quickly found and gasped at.

"Another freak in a mask?" She muttered under her breath. As she was about to yell at the block handed brawler to leave immediately, she quickly found an opportunity to seize.

"Well done, sir," she cried out, shocking the masked hero. "I'm glad to see you were able to handle our problem. On behalf of the school, I'd like to thank you for what you agreed to do for us." As she approached him, hand extended to shake his cube, the confused hero was trying his best to figure out what was happening.

"But, ma'am, I..." he began to say before being cut off by the woman.

"Stuff it, Blocky," she whispered. "The students think I got some guy to keep that flour punk from bothering them, and you so happened to show up. Now, play along before I call the cops on you." Cube Fist Man began to tense up, fearing the repercussions of Helen's threat. With that in mind, the hero placed his right cube under his arm, removing his hand to offer it towards the principal.

"...I am more than happy to help out," he finished, taking her hand and giving it a hearty shake. "When it comes down to it, I refuse to stand by when my help can be of some use." Helen grinned at her victory over the hero, turning towards the student body.

"There you have it, people," she began. "The Flour Whatever's finished, and you can thank this guy for it. Now, go on about your day." She gave Cube Fist Man a nod and left him, prompting the crowd to resume cheering him for his actions. He waved them off, only to approach his former opponent and remove his mask, revealing a teenager with brown hair and a bruise across his face.

"Look, I have a feeling that you aren't all that bad," Cube Fist Man said, snapping the groaning teen's attention towards the masked man. "Why were you ruining these students' pictures?" The Flour Bomber turned his gaze towards the crowd, specifically towards the three girls he had targeted just before Cube Fist Man had showed up. Ultimately realizing his defeat, he hung and shook his head.

"I was having fun back then," he muttered. "Then they ruined it. What else can I do when my mom spends all day baking and I have nothing else to do? They took away my fun, so they deserve what they get." Tori and Cat responded with a look of shock, while Jade impulsively reached towards her boot for the pair of scissors she kept there in hopes to intimidate the one who almost ruined their picture. The masked hero, however, blocked the eye contact between his former enemy and the girls.

"Hey, I can understand that boredom is rough, but you don't have to ruin everyone else's day to have fun," he explained with a tone of empathy. "Instead, why don't you try your hand at baking? If your mother is good at it, and you give it a shot, maybe you'll rekindle your relationship with her along with finding a way to end your boredom. You can even sell what you bake to others. What do you say?" He offered his uncubed hand towards the young teen, nodding towards the teachers as a signal to release their hold on him. The Flour Bomber, after taking a moment to process the advice, allowed a smile to slip from his pained face and his hand to take the gloved one of his former enemy.

"Guess you got a point there," he admitted. "The name's Tom, by the way." Cube Fist Man gave a warm smile as he shook the teen's hand in return.

"Glad to be of service, Tom," he said. "Best of luck to you." He released his grasp on Tom's hand, who wasted no time in exiting Hollywood Arts through it's main doors. After the former villain left, Cube Fist Man turned his attention towards the student who had been struck with the flour pouch, recognizing him as the only victim of the fight. Before he could approach him, however, the photography club student had cut him off and took a candid snapshot of the student.

"Gotcha, Sinjin," he said as he reviewed the photo. "Hope you like it once the yearbook comes out." Sensing the victimized student's state of emotion, Cube Fist Man rushed towards the photographer and cut off his path.

"Come on, now," he pleaded. "It's obvious that this wasn't the best picture of him. Can't you at least give him a chance to clean up?" While the masked man's plea was heard, the photographer shook his head in response.

"Sorry, pal," he said. "Rules say that whatever picture I took is final. No take backs here." Before the masked hero could argue any further, the camera man had already disappeared into the crowd. Letting out a defeated sigh, he turned his attention to Sinjin, who had gained a defeated posture.

"Listen, Sinjin," Cube Fist Man began. "I can't even begin to express how horrible I feel for what happened. If there's anyway to make this up to you, please, tell me now. I'll do everything I can to help you." The flour covered student didn't respond, but rather, he ran off past the crowd and beyond the hero's sight.

"Cube Fist Man!" Cat's voice echoed out, turning the masked man's attention towards the redhead and her friends. As the trio stopped in front of him, he replaced his cube back onto his hand.

"Sorry, miss..."

"Cat!" She exclaimed, cutting off her hero. "My name is Cat. You don't have to call me 'miss' anymore."

"Apologies, Cat," Cube Fist Man continued. "While I'm glad I could help all of you out, I can't help but feel terrible about failing that young man." As he finished sharing his feelings, he was met with the goth waving him off.

"Don't worry about him," she said. "He's a creep."

"That doesn't excuse what happened to him, Jade," the masked man interjected. "He deserved a good picture just like the rest of you, and I took that away of him by being careless in that fight. I can't make him forgive me, so I'll just hope for the best and do whatever is in my power not to make the same mistake twice." Jade was taken aback by his resolve, while Cat beamed in admiration.

"Guess you were right after all, Cat," Tori admitted. "Sorry for not believing you." Cat looked up at her latina friend, only to give her a genuine smile and a shake of her head.

"You believe me now," she said. "Now, you know that there's a superhero out there." The trio turned their attention towards Cube Fist Man, who couldn't help himself from forming a slight blush at being refered to as a superhero.

"I'm just doing whatever I can to help, Cat," he admitted. "As you well know, like the angles of my fist, I will fight for what is right!" He raised his right cube to emphasize his point, causing Cat to nod admiringly, Tori to politely smile, and Jade to roll her eyes.

"HEY! CUBE FIST MAN!" A voice called out, snapping the hero's, as well as the girls', attention to another member of the photography club. "How's about a picture? Can't let a hero get away without one, right?" Before he could attempt to deny the student, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his midsection. He looked down to see the redhead smiling up at him. He watched as Tori and Jade stood next to him as well, each taking similar stances to the ones they had when they were about to take their initial picture.

"Nice!" The cameraman said as he peered through the lens. "And...smile!" The block handed brawler brought his cubes to his waist and gave a confident smile, while the girls remained as they had when the photo opportunity was presented. After the flash, the photographer looked at the screen and smiled.

"This'll be great in the yearbook," he admitted. "Thanks again, Cube Fist Man." He quickly returned to the crowd, leaving the four subjects where they stood.

"Well, this has been a wonderful experience, but I've overstayed my welcome," the masked hero said. "I better get going now."

"Wait!" Cat cried out, stopping her hero in his tracks. "You need to meet my other friends! Andre, Robbie, and Beck!" Cube Fist Man turned to face the redhead, whose brown eyes seemed to beg him to stay a while longer. Even her friends had managed to appear like they wanted him to stay for their other friends.

"My sincere apologies, Cat," Cube Fist Man eventually sighed. "Maybe someday, I'll meet your other friends, but today's not that day. Just trust me when I say that your troubles are over, so don't ever worry. Just keep on being happy, okay?" The masked hero focused on the redhead, who responded with a smile and a nod. After returning the smile, Cube Fist Man rushed past the crowd and out the door, leaving the redhead and her friends behind. Soon after, the warning bell for the students to get to their first period classes rang out, prompting the crowd to disperse. Even after her friends had left her standing in the hallway, Cat Valentine continued to look outside the window of the school towards the direction he had ran off, her smile still prominent on her face.

"You saved me again," she said to herself. "Thank you."

Now everyone knows that there is a hero amongst their midst. Granted, he's an odd one, but what else would you expect from a Schneider world? What do you think? Is the Block Handed Brawler the hero the VicTORIous universe deserves, or is he something along the lines of another freak in the freak kingdom? Lemme know in a review. I do like them, seeing as how they help shape the finer points. Until next time...

Peace.