Has anyone ever written a Static/Hotstreak story? Just asking. But anyway.
Here's a challenge. Pick up 'Devil Without A Cause'. 'Play Where U At
Rock?' and think about Hotstreak. Doesit not totally fit? Try it!
There they sat: Virgil, Mary and Hotstreak. Sitting in his room. Mary sitting on his desk. Himself sitting backwards in his chair. And Hotstreak laying on his bed with an ice pack on his head.
They were trying to figure out what to do with him. So many things could happen to him if they let him go. His powers could go out of control. He could hurt someone or himself. His enemies could get him. Other meta-humans could get him.
" How ya feelin' Francis?" Virgil asked.
" Is that my name?" He asked.
" Yes. One of many. Francis, you don't like to be called, F-Stop you were called and Hotstreak you're called now." Mary said.
" So much to remember." He said.
" So what do we do with him?" Virgil asked.
" I know you're not askin' me. I live in the hospital. Have the people are there because HE put them there." She said.
" Yeah. I can't keep him with Dad and Sharon. You can't keep him at the hospital. We can't let him go." He said.
" I could just go home." Hotstreak said.
" And home is where?" Mary asked.
" Good point." He said.
" Virgil!!" Sharon called.
Both jumped. Sharon was coming upstairs.
" Crap and a half, we gotta hide him!" Mary said.
" Where?" Virgil asked.
" Closet's too small, bed's too obvious, window is too dangerous, can't sneak him out, I know!" Mary said.
She grabbed Hotstreak and jumped on the ceiling. They stuck there by her static electricity. Sharon walked in.
" Virgil, who are you talking too?" She asked.
" Talking too? Uh, no one." He said.
Sharon raised an eyebrow and looked around. She checked the closet and under the bed. But found nothing.
" Alright, I'll let you go this time, but I'm watching you." She said.
She shut his door. Mary and Hotstreak were above the door. They jumped down after Sharon left.
" Too close." She said.
" We have to take him somewhere he can be watched and no one will suspect him." Virgil said.
" Suspect me what?" Hotstreak asked.
" Never you mind." Both said.
Before he could protest, the shock box rang out.
" Yo, Virgil! How are you?" Richie asked.
" Fine, but we have a problem." He said.
" I'll say. We have a meta-human with no place to…." Mary trailed.
Virgil smiled too.
" Richie, we'll be right over, we're bringing a friend and don't scream." He said.
" Don't screa-"
Richie was cut off before he was given any chance to argue. Mary and Virgil made sure Sharon was gone and snuck Hotstreak from the house.
" Operation hide the meta-human in progress." Virgil said.
" No more spy movies for you man." Mary said.
There they sat: Virgil, Mary and Hotstreak. Sitting in his room. Mary sitting on his desk. Himself sitting backwards in his chair. And Hotstreak laying on his bed with an ice pack on his head.
They were trying to figure out what to do with him. So many things could happen to him if they let him go. His powers could go out of control. He could hurt someone or himself. His enemies could get him. Other meta-humans could get him.
" How ya feelin' Francis?" Virgil asked.
" Is that my name?" He asked.
" Yes. One of many. Francis, you don't like to be called, F-Stop you were called and Hotstreak you're called now." Mary said.
" So much to remember." He said.
" So what do we do with him?" Virgil asked.
" I know you're not askin' me. I live in the hospital. Have the people are there because HE put them there." She said.
" Yeah. I can't keep him with Dad and Sharon. You can't keep him at the hospital. We can't let him go." He said.
" I could just go home." Hotstreak said.
" And home is where?" Mary asked.
" Good point." He said.
" Virgil!!" Sharon called.
Both jumped. Sharon was coming upstairs.
" Crap and a half, we gotta hide him!" Mary said.
" Where?" Virgil asked.
" Closet's too small, bed's too obvious, window is too dangerous, can't sneak him out, I know!" Mary said.
She grabbed Hotstreak and jumped on the ceiling. They stuck there by her static electricity. Sharon walked in.
" Virgil, who are you talking too?" She asked.
" Talking too? Uh, no one." He said.
Sharon raised an eyebrow and looked around. She checked the closet and under the bed. But found nothing.
" Alright, I'll let you go this time, but I'm watching you." She said.
She shut his door. Mary and Hotstreak were above the door. They jumped down after Sharon left.
" Too close." She said.
" We have to take him somewhere he can be watched and no one will suspect him." Virgil said.
" Suspect me what?" Hotstreak asked.
" Never you mind." Both said.
Before he could protest, the shock box rang out.
" Yo, Virgil! How are you?" Richie asked.
" Fine, but we have a problem." He said.
" I'll say. We have a meta-human with no place to…." Mary trailed.
Virgil smiled too.
" Richie, we'll be right over, we're bringing a friend and don't scream." He said.
" Don't screa-"
Richie was cut off before he was given any chance to argue. Mary and Virgil made sure Sharon was gone and snuck Hotstreak from the house.
" Operation hide the meta-human in progress." Virgil said.
" No more spy movies for you man." Mary said.