A Blank Page: Hotstreak
"I said, where is Virgil Hawkins and Richard Foley?!" Hotstreak's voice rose, getting impatient with the mindless teenagers.
Zoey, Frieda and Daisy, along with the rest of the students in the hallway, desperately looked around, only to find that Virgil and Richie were nowhere in sight. The three girls glanced at each other, all thinking the same thing. Where did Virgil and Richie go? Zoey took the opportunity to study the stranger. She recognized him as the bang baby who always showed up on the news because of his anger-induced crimes. But the biggest question was why he was after Virgil and Richie. No offense to them, but while they were cool, they didn't seem to be special in any particular way. They were just your average teenage boys. But she wasn't about to discuss it with Frieda or Daisy because the entire hall was dead silent, and the last thing she wanted to do was to draw attention to herself.
"Tell me!" the pyromaniac demanded once more.
Everyone held their breaths, only imagining what Hotstreak would do to them if he didn't get what he came for. Hotstreak scanned the room, becoming angrier by the second. "I know you're here, chumps. You can't hide from me forever."
Hotstreak continued to scan the room until, finally, his gaze rested on Zoey. She froze, desperately hoping he would turn his attention elsewhere, but to her dismay, a sly smirk spread across his face as he walked slowly towards her. Her heart began to palpitate in fear, as the pyromaniac got closer.
"Hey babe," he said, the sickly-sweet voice causing her to flinch. She considered running away, but was worried that would set him off, and she didn't want to know what he would do to her if he lost his temper. When he had almost reached her, she shut her eyes, preparing for the worst, when she felt a rough nudge against her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Hotstreak had walked right past her and was approaching Frieda, whose eyes widened at the sight of the former school bully. "Hey Frieda. Did you miss me?" He leaned in closer to Frieda, purposely leaving her little personal space. Never, in the past two months Zoey had attended Dakota Union high, had she seen Frieda so terrified. She felt the dread coming off of her. "I know you did, Frieda. You know you have a thing for me." Before Frieda had a chance to escape, Hotstreak grabbed her bony wrist, holding her in place. The crowd of students could only stare in horror as they could only imagine the poor girl's fate.
However, before any real acts of violence could occur, a blur of blue and yellow, followed by another blur of green and white zoomed above the students.
"Hey Hotstreak, miss us too?" Static called from the air down to his old foe. Hearing an annoyingly familiar voice call his name, Hotstreak pushed Frieda aside and turned to scowl at the heroes.
"Yeah, I got some unfinished business with you." His hands instantly lit up in flames and he began shooting fire at his desired targets. Both Static and Gear tauntingly flew around him, dodging every single one of his fireballs. Hotstreak's temper was quickly increasing, which was affecting the accuracy of his aim.
Students were already exiting the building after a few of Hotstreak's attacks became too close to the surrounding witnesses. Zoey could only watch the fight in awe, curiosity twinkling in her emerald green eyes. Her trance was broken as Frieda tugged on her arm.
"Come on, we have to get out of here!" she yelled over the commotion. Zoey reluctantly followed, glancing back one last time at Dakota's protectors.
