AN: Hello everyone, Nobel Six here... with a return to the Marvel Rising Universe. Let me explain though: "Inside the Blind Spot" is on hold for now, and "Foxes Of War" cannot be written until my girlfriends sequel is complete... however that does not mean that I cannot bring you this new adventure. This story takes place after the "Playing With Fire" special for Marvel Rising, which turned out to be the series finale sadly. That does not stop me however from bringing all my wonderful friends and fans a new story to enjoy. Special thanks goes to my amazing second in command Rushstar32 for creating the title of this story, thank you my great friend. Hope ya'll enjoy.
"Load the damn money in the bag!" a masked man ordered as he kept his snub-nosed revolver aimed at the subject of his crime. The cashier, a man in his late sixties made quick haste in opening the register as he proceeded to pull money from the register and into the thief's bag. "Hurry up!" the thief ordered as he prepared to fire his gun in the event the cashier tried to deny him the object of his desire.
"Hey, asshole!" a female voice called out from behind the thief. The masked man quickly whipped around and now aimed the gun at a girl who appeared to be no older than 16. "Drop the gun!" she ordered the man as she put her hands on her hips, a smug and defiant look on her face.
"This bitch for real?" the thief asked in a mocking tone of voice as he raised an eyebrow underneath hi mask. Even the cashier despite being scared for his life, also had a look of confusion on his face.
"Yea, this bitch is for real. And if you don't drop that gun... actually, I'll give you a free shot." the girl replied in that same cocky tone as a smile formed on her face as she began walking towards the gunman.
"Don't move!" the thief ordered as he kept the revolver aimed at the teenager.
"Make me. Come on tough guy." the girl mocked as she continued to walk towards the robber, be it at a mockingly slow pace, as if she was tempting fate to strike her down.
"I'll do it, I'll shoot!" the thief yelled as he put his trigger finger on the trigger. However much to his surprise, the teenager stopped moving, but she still had the cocky grin upon her face.
"Call 9-11." the teenager ordered the cashier as she nodded her head in the direction of the desk phone that was on the counter.
"Either of you move and I'll–" the thief was cut off due to the girl suddenly vanishing into the floor, like she has been sucked in by a vacuum. "Da hell!?" the thief cried as the teenager reappeared behind him and delivered a karate chop to the back of the mans skull, causing the man to moan in pain and stagger like a weary boxer. However the thief recovered quickly and whipped around with a snarl and pulled the trigger. However in an event quicker than the blink of an eye, the bullet emerged from the revolver, but was suspended in mid air by a seemingly pure black tendril, which had risen from the shadow created by the thief due to the lightning in the small corner store.
"Nice try." the girl laughed as the tendril reached over and handed the girl the bullet which would have claimed her life. She looked at the bullet and began twirling it in her fingers. "What a beauty, and just like me it packs a pretty punch." the girl laughed as she shadow tendril now snaked towards the thief and lodged unto the wrist of his gun hand. With a sickeningly long crack, followed by a scream of pain, the revolver fell out of his hand and unto the floor.
"You little bitch!" the man cried in anger and pain as he grabbed his fractured wrist.
"I get that a lot." the teenager mocked as three new tendrils grew out of the shadows and grabbed unto the man, and pulled him to the ground, where they raised his head and then yanked it down unto the hard concrete floor. The repeated several times until blood was staining the floor and the thief had been beaten to unconsciousness. "You dialed 9-11 yet?" the girl asked the clerk as she pocketed the bullet.
"Young lady, you saved my life, how can I repay you?" the old cashier thanked the girl.
"You should dial 9-11. Report that you where just robbed." the girl suggested.
"I will certainly call the police, but why should I report a robbery, and not an attempted robbery?" the cashier asked in a curious tone. In response the tendrils emerged from the shadows again and handed the girl the thief's revolver and she proceeded to point it at the cashier. The man raised his hands, a look of surprise and betrayal upon his face.
"'Cause you are about to get robbed. Trust me, I wont spend it all in once place. Oh and another thing... you forget an unknown amount of things every day, make sure you forget my face..." the teenager said seriously as she walked forward, slid over the counter and hit the old man over the face with but of the thief's gun. Once the cashier was unconscious the girl proceeded to reach into the already open register drawer, and pull out all the dollar bills and stuff them into her rugged jacket and pants pockets. Once her pockets where stuffed, she was engulfed by her own shadow, and had vanished into the concrete floor, leaving seemingly no evidence behind...
To Be Continued...
AN: Please let me know what you think of this first chapter, since I had a ton of fun writing this one. Who is this mysterious girl, and what are her powers, let me know what you think in the comments.