Red Lightning: The Gods are Amongst Us
S1E4: What I'm Made Of pt. 2: My Name is Edd
My life changed when a storm, full of red lightning, split the sky in half as it struck the ground.
My friend Double-D was given super speed. He's all good and justice and stuff, but he's a good guy to have in a fist-fight now. He calls himself Flashpoint now.
As for me, I'm a giant, metal man. Half the time, anyway. I'm untouchable, stronger than anything, and all it takes are some magic words. Who am I? I'm Quarterback!
-Eddy McGee
It was late at night at Peach Creek Highstreet, and most shops had shut for the night.
Mishti Rajput had been testing her powers for a few weeks now. And now she was finally ready to put them to use. She had seen the news, of costumed vigilantes going out every night, beating up thugs.
They had powers too. But Mishti had better things on her mind than "justice".
Her costume was something she had lying around in her closet. It was an old bsdm rubber suit she had. It showed a lot of skin, leaving her exposed to attack, just how she liked it. It was tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. Just how she liked it. Her face was exposed, leaving her bright pink hair free to be shown. The only thing remotely masking her face was a large ball-gag, made of rubber, but with a few holes so she could speak coherently.
Just how she liked it.
She stood between a lamppost and a tree, on the opposite side of the road from the local jewelry store. She gripped the lamppost and the tree and pulled, walking backwards. She winced, as her arms stretched, as if they were rubber. She moaned through her ball-gag, as the pain grew.
She jumped, and her arms instantly snapped back to their natural length, slingshoting her into the air and sailing across the street, crashing through the glass window. The glass shattered as she sailed through it, setting off the alarms. The sharp edges scrapped against her, but to her annoyance, failed to piece her leathery flesh.
Pulling a burlap sack from her belt, she smashed open a glass case with her fist, and began to scoop out all the jewlery, dumping it in the back.
"Ahh...Diamondsh. A girlsh besht fwiendsh." She said, her ball-gag giving her a heavy lisp.
Filling up her sack, she jumped out of the hole in the window and made a break for the street. She looked left, then right. No sign of police-cars, but also no sign of any hunky vigilantes.
"Shuch a shame." Mishti said, as she back to run down the street. "Guessh I'll have to keep twying."
And with that, she ran further into town, intent on continuing her spree.
Double-D and Racer were running alongside each other. They were going ludicrously fast, having exceeded 900 mph 15 minutes ago. Double-D was doing fine, and yearned to go even faster, but if he didn't know any better, he'd say that Racer was having trouble keeping up.
The two were travelling in the slo-mo verse, travelling across the ocean.
"Where are we going?" Double-D shouted over the winds and spray of the saltwater.
"Ve're going back to Peach Creek. I have my base there, I vish to show you my crime-fighting techniques and equipment!" Racer responded. However, due to his voicing being lower and not as nasally as Double-D's, Racer was more-or-less drowned out by the sea-spray.
"What?" Double-D shouted?
"Zay again?" Was Racer's reply.
The two soon hit the shore at the cliffs of Holland-on-Sea. Double-D reared upwards and without slowing down, ran straight up the vertical edge, stopping at the top.
Double-D quickly noticed Racer was not with him. He looked down to the bottom of the cliff, and saw Racer was having trouble picking up the speed to climb vertical surfaces. Double-D watched as Racer tried a couple more times, before falling down on his back again. With a frustrated roar, Racer plunged his fist into the cliff side, creating a hand-hole. He roared and slugged the wall again, creating another foothold. He climbed, and climbed, continuously pummeling his way through the rock until he was at the top. He gasped in tired fury. The English air was colder, so his breathe could be seen.
"Um," Double-D began. "There were some stairs a little further up the coastline."
Racer regained his posture. With a final huff of air, he shrugged and shook his head.
"No matter. Come, my base is furzher into town center."
And with that, Racer blurred out. Double-D quickly followed, effortlessly catch up to his afterimage. The two ran along side-by-side.
This was what Double-D wanted. Pure, unadulterated speed. Racer understood that rush. Racer could keep up with him. And now Racer was going to show him what he did. How Racer fought crime not just in his hometown, but across the globe as well.
With Racer's help, Double-D thought, maybe Flashpoint could do some real good for England, and maybe the world.
Racer and Double-D stopped at an old petrol station. It had fallen into slight dis-repair, especially the outside, which had become victim to vandals.
Racer noticed Double-D staring at the graffiti. It showed several anti-black and white-supremacist slogans and remarks.
"My furst act as a hero. That graffiti. I keep it up to remind me vhat I fight for. A cleaner, safer Peach Creek."
Double-D just stared at the hateful remarks. Racer was right. This was what they were supposed to fight for. But at the same time, there was something off about the way Racer said it. His inflection, his tone...it was just...off.
"Kinder!" Racer nudged, getting Double-D's attention. "Come, let me show you, my inner sanctum."
Racer retrieved a key from a pocket his right glove, and unlocked the door of the gas-station, and motioned for Double-D to follow him.
It was amazing. Inside was a technological paradise. Police scanners, multiple television screens, radars! All of Peach Creek was under surveillance.
Double-D shuttered. This was both monumentally impressive and quite disturbing. That Racer had eyes everywhere. It was kind of scary, knowing one man had this much power.
"How did you get all of this?"
Racer sniffed. "Vhen we are as fast as we are, spare time becomes our most abundant resource. Half of this vas acquired from unworthy policemen in Canterbury, and zhe other half vas built by myself."
Double-D zoomed up to the monitors. Nothing so far.
Double-D and Racer stood in front of the monitors, watching intently.
Racer turned to Double-D, eyebrow raised.
"Vould you like a diet coke?"
Double-D was slightly taken aback by this. He didn't really expect to be offered anything.
"Um, okay, I suppo..."
Double-D was interupted by a flashing red light and a beeping noise.
Racer zoomed in front of him to check the monitors.
"Burglary at the downtown area. Somebody is hitting the Clothing Shop. Zhat coke vill have to vait!"
"They're also a skirmish at the Meat-Packing District. Police have reported several crashes and partially demolished roofs." Double-D noted.
"The downtown area is closer. We can deal vith zhat and move on to the Meat-Packing District aftervards.
"Shall we go?" Double-D asked, already knowing the answer.
Racer put on his stetson hat.
"Ich am right behind you!"
And with that the two zoomed off.
Double-D quickly gained the lead, with Racer trailing behind them. But Double-D knew this wasn't a race. This was a call for serious action.
But still, deep down, in the pit of his stomach, he was still frightened of Racer. There was something, about the way he spoke, the way he looked, he just seemed to vibrate in a way Double-D didn't like.
The duo stopped outside the clothing outlet, which had a large hole smashed in the glass window at the front. Inside, Double-D saw...a girl.
Mishti was admiring her loot, rummaging through the racks seeing if there was anything she wanted in particular. She was stealing, so it wasn't as if she had to be choosy, but it was nice to take the time to check if anything was worth having.
"Oh, thish top woulb look lovely on me. Eshpecially on a fwiday night. Ooh, and even more eshpecially with those jeansh.
"Halt!"
Mishti dropped the clothes and spun on her heel to see her would-be assailent. She saw Flashpoint and Racer, and briefly studied their costumes, just to make sure they were the real thing.
Her eyes practically lit up.
"Oh, it ish you! I've been waiting all night long to shee you!"
Double-D was shocked when this strange Indian girl wrapped her arms around him and began to nuzzle him.
"I'm Leather Girl."
Leather Girl then stretched her neck far back and butted Double-D in the face
Double-D's visor partially shattered, leaving a large hole over his right eye. Leather Girl, with the sharp plastic embedded in her forehead, slipped away and tottered backwards, her face positively orgasmic.
Suddenly, Racer cried havoc and at sub-sonic speeds slammed into Leather Girl. She was tossed into the nearest wall, creating a small crater as she slammed into it. Her delighted expression was amplified as the pain ravaged her body.
Suddenly, Racer zoomed up against her, and with his amazing strength, began to pummel her with unrelenting strikes to the head. Leather Girl began to spurt blood from her nose and ears, but Racer did not relent.
"You! Dare! Steal! In! My! Town!" Racer cried between strikes. "You! Stupid! Filthy! WOG!"
That stopped both Double-D and Leather Girl in their tracks. Leather Girl's face had shown signs of swelling, and bruising, but much less that a normal person should after being hit several times by a man with superhuman speed and strength.
"What did you call m..."
Leather Girl was cut off by Racer punching her in the gut, sending her flying through the wall and into the book-shop next door. Racer stepped through the hole as Leather Girl sprawled on the floor, feeling waves of pleasure from her assault.
Flashpoint zoomed in-between Racer and Leather Girl.
"Racer, she's down. We stopped her, this is where our jurisdiction ends. Call the police and leave!"
Racer simply swung his arm and swatted Double-D away, sending the younger boy flying into a bookshelf. The wooden shelf shattered and Double-D clutched his chest. Not having invulnerability, Double-D knew he would be out of commission until he was healed.
Racer marched up to Leather Girl, who was slowly getting up. Racer raised his foot and punted her across the floor, causing some blood to spit from her mouth.
"Pleashe, I'm tired. I don't know how much more I can take." Leather Girl pleaded in vain, before Racer's foot came crashing down like the hammer of Thor.
Leather Girl moaned as a wave of pleasure shocked her systems. But her high-threshhold for pain wouldn't protect her forever, and she had tested her limits, and was fast approaching them.
"You should have though about that! WOG! Before you decided to steal in MY TOWN!"
"I'm...not black. Indian." Was all Leather Girl could muster.
"My apologies," Racer sneered as he rolled her onto her back with his foot. "You should have thought about stealing in my town, Punjab!"
Racer noticed Double-D struggling to get up. Racer's incredible strength must have done a number on his insides.
"My apologies, mein kinder." Racer said to Double-D softly. "Normally it pains me to attack both a fellow aryan and a good man. But you were trying to stop me from delivering justice to this piece of filth."
"You...you were going to kill her." Was all Double-D could say.
"So? She is both a thief and a punjab. In-sofar she has done nothing to prove she's fit to own the air in her lungs."
"But, it's not our place to take lives! And...what does her race have to do with anything!" Double-D panted, gasping for air as he tried in vain to stand.
"EVERYTHING!" Racer snapped. "Everyday I tolerate her kind on zhe streets of my city. I tolerate zhem because zhey haven't done anything but take our jobs and women. But the second zhis one crossed a line by stealing she proved she really is the piece of filth I know them all to be!"
Leather Girl tried to stand, but was swiftly kicked by Racer.
"But Racer." Double-D tried to reason with him. "I thought you were a hero? I thought you fought a for a clean, safe Peach Creek?"
"I do, Mein Kinder. Perhaps you're too young to understand, but non-the less. The I was given my power I took a vow. I painted zhat vall vith vords to remind me that I am zhe hero zhe European people deserve. I shall cleanse zhis continent from zhe filthy mud-races, and make Europe great again."
"I will...I will stop you! I want to make Britain safe. But safe from men like you! Criminals come in all classes, colours and creeds. But not one of them deserves to die. I...I will stop you because you hate, Racer. You hate for no other reason than whats on the outside. I may not be able to lift as much or hit as hard as you...but you're...you're hatred makes you weak."
"Zhen you are a phuool. Shame. I had such high hopes for you!"
He turned around, ready to stamp on Leather Girl's head. Suddenly, a whirring noise whipped up, and Racer's head darted around. Double-D spun his arm around and around, and created a mini-tornado. It slammed into Racer, who hit another bookshelf. Paper began to fly everywhere, creating a convenient cover.
Double-D scooped up the barely conscious Leather Girl, and smashed through the wall of the bookshop, running into the street. He blurred away, leaving a black and green streak of light.
Racer roared as he took smashed his way out of the bookshop, and zoomed off, following the after-image of Double-D.
Double-D carried Leather Girl bridal style, zooming down the road. He briefly looked behind him to see Racer, booking it like never before. There was a crazed and enraged expression on his face.
"Come back here with zhat punjab!" Racer barked over the howling winds. "I'm going to tear you apart, you little ruhnt!"
"Say again!" Double-D responded, unable to hear Racer correctly.
"I! Said! Stop!"
Racer hit the ground with a powerful stomp, forcing the street to crack. The resulting crevice caught Double-D by surprise and his foot was caught. He fell over, dropping Leather Girl who bounced several times as she rolled down the street.
Racer zoomed over Double-D and picked him up by the throat.
"I vill teach you to interfere vith justice!" Racer shrieked. He smashed Double-D into the ground, breaking the younger man even further.
Double-D coughed slightly, and struggled to get up, as Racer simply marched over him towards Leather Girl. He picked her up by the throat, and shook her awake.
"Ich am going to peel the flesh off of your bones." Racer growled, as he held Leather Girl close to her face.
Suddenly, Leather Girl's eyes snapped fully open, and she snapped her leg forward to deliver a powerful kick to Racer's chest. The older speedster dropped her, and she bounced off of the road, launching herself into him.
Racer doubled backwards as Leather Girl delivered another snap to his face. While still in mid-air, Double-D zoomed between them and slugged Leather Girl in the face, knocking her away. With his amazing speed, he flipped around and battered Racer in the face, knocking him backwards.
'Let's see.' Double-D calculated in his mind. 'Leather Girl is probably indestructible. I'll have to see if she can be tired out. Racer is much stronger than I am, and could be just as fast. He can't create tornadoes, nor run up walls, and seems to be incredibly tough.'
His stomach rumbled. He should have accepted that diet coke when he had the chance.
Double-D zoomed into Racer before the elder man had the chance to react.
"You know, you're not doing Germany any favors. It's people like you who prevent Germany from moving away from its whole Nazi image!" Double-D cried as he punched Racer in the stomach a few hundred times.
"ICH BIN SWISS!" Racer cried. He headbutted Double-D, causing another crack to appear in his visor.
Double-D stumbled backwards, allowing Racer to drive another punch into his stomach. Double-D was send flying, and Racer zoomed into him, driving punch after punch into his stomach and head.
Double-D finally dodged one of the blows and furiously pummeled Racer in the head. His strikes were fast, so fast it was as if he had a hundred arms and legs. Racer took them all head on, Double-D's constant assault causing massive bruising before Racer finally roared and swung his arm, swatting Double-D away. Racer took a few heavy breathes, as if Double-D had tired him out.
"Now, vhere is zhe thief?" He grunted.
"Right HERE!"
Racer was blindsided by Leather Girl, who snapped into his from his left side. She wrapped her stretchy arms around his neck, slowly choking him. Racer gagged as he tried to shake her off, repeatedly slamming himself and her into nearby walls and lampposts.
"Please! More!" Leather Girl moaned, entranced by the pain.
Racer slammed his back to another wall at high-speed in a vain attempt to shake her off.
Racer slammed himself again and again, picking up more speed each time.
Leather Girl moaned louder and louder. Her moans of pleasure were absolutely deafening to Racer, who was beginning to choke as Leather Girl tightened her grip around his neck.
There was a sudden rumble and Double-D blurred into the fray, walloping Leather Girl in the face and tearing her off Racer's back. Leather Girl bounced on the road, falling backwards. Double-D turned backwards and let loose a rapid-fire barrage of punches into Racer's face.
Racer doubled backwards, and Double-D took full advantage of this split-second opportunity. He ran back to Leather Girl's semi-unconsious body and blurred out, taking the both of them away from Racer.
Double-D carried Leather Girl bridal style, zooming down the road. He briefly looked behind him to see Racer, booking it like never before. There was a crazed and enraged expression on his face.
"Come back here with zhat punjab!" Racer barked over the howling winds. "I'm going to tear you apart, you little ruhnt!"
"Say again!" Double-D responded, unable to hear Racer correctly.
"I! Said! Stop!"
Racer hit the ground with a powerful stomp, forcing the street to crack. The resulting crevice caught Double-D by surprise and his foot was caught. He fell over, dropping Leather Girl who bounced several times as she rolled down the street.
Racer zoomed over Double-D and picked him up by the throat.
"I vill teach you to interfere vith justice!" Racer shrieked. He smashed Double-D into the ground, breaking the younger man even further.
Double-D coughed slightly, and struggled to get up, as Racer simply marched over him towards Leather Girl. He picked her up by the throat, and shook her awake.
"Ich am going to peel the flesh off of your bones." Racer growled, as he held Leather Girl close to her face.
Suddenly, Leather Girl's eyes snapped fully open, and she snapped her leg forward to deliver a powerful kick to Racer's chest. The older speedster dropped her, and she bounced off of the road, launching herself into him.
Racer doubled backwards as Leather Girl delivered another snap to his face. While still in mid-air, Double-D zoomed between them and slugged Leather Girl in the face, knocking her away. With his amazing speed, he flipped around and battered Racer in the face, knocking him backwards.
'Let's see.' Double-D calculated in his mind. 'Leather Girl is probably indestructible. I'll have to see if she can be tired out. Racer is much stronger than I am, and could be just as fast. He can't create tornados, nor run up walls, and seems to be incredibly tough.'
His stomach rumbled. He should have accepted that diet coke when he had the chance.
Double-D zoomed into Racer before the elder man had the chance to react.
"You know, you're not doing Germany any favors. It's people like you who prevent Germany from moving away from its whole Nazi image!" Double-D cried as he punched Racer in the stomach a few hundred times.
"ICH BIN SVISS!" Racer cried. He headbutted Double-D, causing another crack to appear in his visor.
Double-D stumbled backwards, allowing Racer to drive another punch into his stomach. Double-D was send flying, and Racer zoomed into him, driving punch after punch into his stomach and head.
Double-D finally dodged one of the blows and furiously pummelled Racer in the head. His strikes were fast, so fast it was as if he had a hundred arms and legs.
Powering through the thousands of punches, Racer roared and swung, almost shattering Double-D's jaw with a fearsome right hook.
Double-D's bone's instantly shifted back into position as his bones repaired themselves. The bruises and swollen lumps on his face also vanished, seemingly being absorbed back into his skin. After Double-D had regenerated, within seconds, a rumbling noise came from his stomach. He had used up the very last of his energy to heal himself, and his speed temporarily sputtered out.
Racer swung, and ploughed his fist into Double-D's face. Double-D was launched back, and slammed into a wall. He landed with a grunt, cracking the brick and mortar with the force of his impact.
Racer ran up to him and delivered another heavy swing, blasting him straight through the wall.
"You are no match for me, mein kinder." Racer growled menacingly as he stood over the hole Double-D was knocked through.
And with that he ran off, to look for Leather Girl.
Double-D slowly staggered upwards. He needed to chase after Racer and stop him. He needed to find Leather Girl and stop her. If Racer got to her first, then he'd kill her. If He got to Racer first, Leather Girl would escape. If he caught Leather Girl first, there'd be another brawl between himself, Leather Girl and Racer, something he was too weak for.
His belly rumbled, but he shook his head and pressed his hunger down. He wiggled his fingers, watching them vibrate. he still had some speed. If he ever had a limit, now was the time to find out.
He zoomed after Racer intent on finding Leather Girl.
Racer had easily tracked down Leather Girl whom had already recovered, and was ready for round two.
"Aw." Leather Girl whined. "I wash hoping I'd be chashed by the cute, shkinny one. Oh well, maybe you ca..."
Leather Girl wasn't allowed to finish as Racer slugged her in the face with a brutal and violent force. Leather Girl was launched off of her feet and the force launched her into the nearest wall. The wall of the local tobacconist was shattered, as Leather Girl's highly durable body caused a crater-like dent in the brick wall. Leather Girl bounced back onto the street, a look of ecstasy on her face.
Racer caught her by the head as she landed, and lifted her up before jerking back and smashing her body into the road. Leather Girl moaned in unparalleled delight as her body crackled in agony.
"Please, more!" She squealed.
Racer grew more and more enraged as he knelt over her, smashing his fists into her head over and over again, punching and punching, creating a larger and larger crater as he forced Leather Girl deeper and deeper into the ground.
Leather Girl's nose was bloody and her eye was swollen and black. She was fast approaching her limit for pain, and the damn kraut wasn't giving her any time to recover.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Racer shouted as he kept on hammering and hammering her.
"Not today!"
Out of nowhere, Double-D barreled into Racer and Leather Girl, knocking them both over. Leather Girl was finally forced to drop her bag of loot.
"My shtuff!" She cried out.
"I thought a varned you!" Racer roared as he reeled his fist back for a mighty punch. He threw the punch, but Double-D's palm was so fast in intercepted the fist before Racer could blink. Double-D held the fist steady, but the blow landed with such a force it created a ripple through the air. The bones in Double-D's arms shattered immediately, but with a rumble in his stomach Double-D used was precious little energy he had left to knit the bones back instantly.
An aura of rage and power enveloped Double-D. He had a murderous look in his eye, which Racer could see through the hole Mishti had made earlier.
"Vhy?!" Racer demanded. "VHY ARE YOU HELPING ZHIS FILTHY MUDRACE!"
"I'm not!" Double-D demanded. He turned his head to look at Leather Girl, who was attempted to scoop up her stuff and put it back in her back whilst the two speedsters had each other distracted. "You're a thief and a criminal and when I catch you I am going to turn you into the police."
He turned back to Racer, the look in his eye registering betrayal and rage.
"But you, you're something much worse. You're a liar and a bigot and a maniac. You're not a Racer! You're a RACIST!" Double-D screamed, as he yanked Racer's arm backwards, and spun, throwing Racer into Leather Girl with incredible force. Racer collided with Leather Girl and they both sailed into a nearby wall, creating a large crater in the wall.
Racer recovered much quicker than Leather Girl did, who remained stunned to soak in the pain. He ejected himself from the wall and made a mad dash for Double-D.
Double-D moved out of the way in a large arc, and ran up and along the nearest buildings before jumping off of the wall to ram into Racer. Double-D collided, and tucked and rolled on his shoulder to quickly get back on his feet.
Racer also shrugged of the blow. He ran at Double-D, who was unable to dodge Racer's freakish speed, and Double-D was slugged clean in the face. He was taken off of his feet, and catapulted into a wall. Blood spattered out of his nose.
Racer cricked his neck as he marched towards Double-D. "You are veak! Your speed is beginning to vane! But I..."
Double-D was pummelled in the stomach by Racer, who blurred infront of his and began to wail on Double-D's stomach.
"I AM STRONG!"
Racer swung wildly for another punch, but Double-D regained some speed and zoomed away before Racer's punch could connect. Racer's fist slammed into the wall, demolishing it, but Double-D was gone.
Double-D was running as fast as he could, but his lungs burned and his jaw hurt. He couldn't push himself like this for much longer.
Suddenly Double-D tripped, and came crashing into the pavement. He quickly recovered, as saw a caramel skinned leg stretched across the pavement, which snapped back to it's owner, Leather Girl.
"Hey there hewo. Forgotten about little old me?" Leather Girl's gag-induced lisp cackled as Double-D struggled to get off of the floor.
'Damn it.' Double-D thought. 'I don't need this right now!'
"I want you to beat me up. I came out here to tashte the pain only you can give me. And I alwaysh get what I want!" Mishti sneered, kneeling down to stroke Double-D's chin.
Double-D sprung up and butted her in the face, causing Mishti to double back in bliss. Leather Girl recovered quicker than Double-D could, and took another swing at him, slowly as if to offer herself as an easy target.
"More!" She begged.
Double-D stood the best he could as found enough speed to deliver a high-powered kick to Leather Girl's stomach, stomping her into the pavement. She screamed immodestly, and remained in the crater for a while, giving Double-D enough to time to run up the road in an attempt to get away.
Double-D was frantic. Two super villains on both sides and his stomach cried out for nourishment. He felt his speed began to fizzle out. His vision was blurred, and his lip was cut. His blood tasted of copper, as it dripped down his face.
Suddenly he felt two arms wrapped themselves around his neck their rubbery flexibility forming a makeshift noose.
"Hey honey-bunny." Leather-Girl purred as she rubbed her cheek against his as Double-D gasped for air.
"Not so much of a good-boy now, are you?" She sneered.
"No!" Double-D gasped. "Can't...breathe. Need to...run...away!"
Then it hit Double-D. The world around him stopped, and the pain and damage he had sustained almost exploded off of him, leaving a red and purple mess in the air around him. His windpipe filled with air, despite Leather Girl's crushing grip.
The rumbling in his stomach died down, and he felt his muscles surge with an energy that drowned out the aches. His pupils dilated as his iris began to glow a bright blue, although this was only visible through the whole in his helmet.
His heart kicked into overdrive, and his blood felt like it had become lightning. His veins pulsed crimson, as his body filled with electricity. Blood Lightning. Red Lightning.
Double-D began to vibrate with power as time sped back up. Leather Girl clung to his back as he vibrated, his wetsuit heating up more and more, Double-D's body enveloping in a red-hot aura.
Leather Girl howled in pain as she let go, allowing Flashpoint to spin around as slug her in the stomach, launching her away like a cannonball.
There was a buzz in Double-D's eye sockets, as if a new-sense was emerging. He could still see around him, but at the same time he had new knowledge. He could see a map of the surrounding area, the buildings, the roads, the wreckage. He could also see dots. In the middle was himself, the green dot. In front of him was Leather Girl, a black dot. Up the road, on the edge of the map was another black dot, Racer, and he was coming up fast.
Double-D turned to face Racer, and reeled his fist up, smashing it into Racer just as the older speedster became visible. Double-D's fist remained rock solid, but Racer's nose shattered like glass.
Racer was knocked off of his feet a little, and Double-D used his newfound energy to start smacking Racer in the chest, driving the swiss-man into the pavement.
Racer stood up to quickly, and intercepted one of Double-D's strikes, lifting him by the neck, as the smaller speedster dangled in the air.
"How?" Racer grunted. "How have you regained your energy?"
Double-D said nothing, but spun violently in Racer's hands, forcing the older speedster to let go. Double-D dropped, but kept spinning, forming a whirling dervish that slammed into Racer, knocking backwards.
Leather Girl came back into the fray and jumped onto Flashpoint's back. She was deceptively heavy, and threw Flashpoint off balance a little bit. This was enough for Racer to tackle them both his his shoulder, bulldozing the both of them into a street-lamp. The lamp was knocked over and the wires inside came loose, writhing like snakes.
Leather Girl wrapped herself around both Flashpoint and Racer, tying her limbs around their necks, and slamming their heads together. The two speedsters toppled and fell on the floor, where Mishti was lashed by a live cable.
The electricity travelled down the three superhumans, causing excruciating pain in all three of them. The three writhed in pain and shock, as the electricity pulsed through their systems and overloaded their bodies.
Leather Girl moaned and panted, as her stomach and chest began to glow a molten red, rapidly approaching her limit for pain. She was absorbing far too much far too quickly.
And it was time to let it out.
"Ah...Ahhhh!" Mishti screamed, as the glow grew brighter. "Ahhhhhh...AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
The resulting explosion was deafening. A White-hot light enveloped the hole block in a giant hemisphere. It was only for the fact it was was almost midnight that nobody was around in the shopping district. Racer and Flashpoint were caught in the blast.
The blast subsided and Leather Girl fell in a slump, her breathing laboured as steam came off of her in waves.
Double-D's wetsuit had several holes and tears in it, exposing severally burnt flesh. Steam came off of him as the burned flesh slowly restored itself to health.
"Ahh!" Came a deep guttural wail. "Vhy!"
Double-D turned to see Racer holding his hand over his face.
"Vhy! I thought you ver a hero! I thought you ver LIKE ME!"
Racer took the hand away from his face. The Christian Cross on Racer's wetsuit had melted into a swastika. His face carried a severe and ugly burn, rendering his right eye black and red, and exposing some teeth in the right corner of his mouth.
"I'll never be like you. I'm a hero. I fight for everyone. You're a Racist! That's all you'll be, monster!"
"You zhink me a monster!" The Racist roared. "Zhen I vill be a your vurst nightmare!"
Flashpoint and The Racist collided, whirling around and around in a powerful spiral. The winds whipped up in a powerful hurricane, of black and green and white and red. The Racist punched, and Double-D kicked. The blows between the two speedsters collided, creating powerful sonic booms, levelling the pavement and nearby buildings. The Racist smashed into Double-D with a mighty headbutt, the force of which blew all the wreckage out of the road.
Double-D retaliated by grabbing The Racist's arm and twisting it over his shoulder, throwing The Racist in a near perfect Ippon Sianagi. The Racist slammed into the floor creating a burst of rock. The Racist stayed in the ground for a bit, panting heavily.
Double-D marched over to the unconscious Leather Girl. He tossed her over his shoulder, ready to take her in to the police.
"F-flashpoint!"
Double-D turned to see Racer, somewhat damaged, and bleeding at the mouth, but otherwise at full strength.
"I am going to hunt you down and crush everyzhing you hold dear! I am going to destroy you Flashpoint."
Double-D looked The Racist straight in the eye. He sneered.
"You can't threaten me, because you belief one thing about me that I know to be false."
"And vas is zhat!" The Racist demanded.
"You thing Flashpoint is my name." Double-D said, and with that he blurred out, speeding down the road with Mishti still slumped over his shoulder.
The Racist roared as he gave chase, barrelling down the streets of England as he chased after Flashpoint. The chase continued for almost seconds with The Racist forever lingering ever so slightly behind Flashpoint.
Double-D turned around, running backwards, with Leather Girl's unconsious form still flailing over his back. Double-D smirked as he gave The Racist a mock salute, and the turned around and sped up blurring away so fast and leaving Racer in the dust. The Racist stopped in the middle of the english countryside, looking frantically from side to side. Flashpoint was no where in sight. With a roar of defeat, The Racist fell to his knees, clawing at the ground.
"FLASHPOINT! I'LL CHASE YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH. YOU TOOK MY FACE! I WILL FIND YOU, AND I WILL KILL YOU!"
After tying up Leather Girl outside the police station, and returning to his house Double-D stripped out of his costume, tossing it in his "Too Be Sewed" basket in the living room. He then went into the kitchen, and cooking up an enormous sandwich. Rum Ham, Iceburg Lettuce, Mayonaise. He considered Swiss Chess, but decided against it and went with German Smoked Cheese.
He wolfed it down immediately, but still feeling hungry, Double-D went back to his fridge, and resolved to simply shovel everything he could find into his mouth.
He then made the long trudge upstairs, eager to fall into his soft, pillowy bed.
He went up to his bedroom, but stopped at the door. It was almost like he heard...voices in his room. Somebody was in his room! HOW UNTHINKABLE!
Double-D blurred towards his stairway bannister, and grabbed Jim the Cactus. He wielded the spiky plant, ready to swing at the potential invader.
He gently pushed open the door, to see Eddy, Ed, and a tied up Chinese Girl bounded and gagged, tied to his computer chair.
"Heya Double-D, easy night?" Ed asked cheerfully.
"Guys...Who Is That Tied Up Woman?"