To Lobo-Chan: Sorry, sorry, sorry...I didn't mean to leave you out. It'll never happen again, promise:)
To Darkbusterrancher: Thankx again for you review! And no prob about replying...I guess it's just something I like to do for everybody that reviews.
To LaBOBuren: Thankx alot for your review:) And flames arn't fun...their evil. I prefer 'constructive critisizm' much better;)
To joyfulcry: Thankx...I'm glad you still like it.
To Glamek Stalker: Umm...okay, at the moment, I'm not really sure. In my own head, the Metabreed are the evil dudes, Hotstreak and Angelare kinda in the middle, and Static is the only real hero. I know, it probably doesn't make any sense, but I do agree with you about evil thriving and their being few heroes. Hopefully as the story progresses, who's hero and who's not should become more clear. Thankx alot for the review.
To Victoria Wolf: Haha...your reviews are funny;)
Wow...lot's of reviews. Thankx alot guys! You have no idea how much I appreciate them all! Okay, down to buisness. This is another one of those chapters that I really didn't like the way it came out, and I might change it a bit as time goes on. But until then, I guess this'll do. So, yeah...enjoy! And please, let me know if you see anything that could use changing.
Static waited patently on the rooftop of the Media Records building. He looked down at his watch. 2:44; Sunday shone in dim lit green letters. "Where is she" Static wasn't used to Angel being late for anything...especially for patrol. He had already tried reaching her on her cell phone, but it was no use. She either wouldn't answer, she forgot it, or the battery's dead. Fifteen minutes more past. Static was starting to get worried. "Okay, she'd better have a real good excuse for stickin' me up like this" Upon reaching the conclusion that she wasn't coming, he grabbed his flying disk and soared off toward Rioko's apartment.
He stopped in an alley just before coming in eye's view of Rie's apartment building and changed back into his street clothes. Virgil walked at a quicker pace then he usually did; his steps filled with annoyance and even a slight fear for his friend. He skipped through the front door to the building and caught sight of an old woman in the hall. "Hi Ms. Wilson, have you seen Rie today?"
Ms. Wilson was a very kind old woman that Virgil had really come to like over the last few weeks. Her petit figure and short silver hair fit her well as she had a certain presents that just yelled 'grandmother.' She had always been very kind to Rioko; even now that she was a bang baby. She even cancelled Rie's rent for the first few months she lived there until she could get a decent job. "Oh, hello Virgil. No, I haven't seen Rioko today. Come to think of it, I don't think she ever came home last night."
Virgil's eyes grew a bit to hear this. A rush of thoughts and concerns flooded into his head as he tried to speak. "Do you know where she is?"
Ms. Wilson laughed a little before replying. "No hun, I'm lucky if she'll tell me where her rent is. She never tells me where she goes."
"Okay well, if she comes back, could you let me know" Virgil handed the older woman a piece of paper with his cell number on it.
Ms. Wilson took the paper and nodded with a gentle smile. "Sure thing deary."
Virgil thanked her quickly and rushed back out the door. Where could she be? he asked himself. She said she was just gonna go on patrol for a bit, go to the store, and come home... Virgil's thoughts grew slightly frantic as he ran through his head all the things that could have happened. Calm down Virg, maybe she just got called into work or something. he desperately tried to slow his thoughts and decided to check out Rie's job.
Before he reached the little delivery service store, Virgil changed back into his Static costume and did his best to put up a 'professional' front. "Static! What brings you here" the manager of the little store asked as Static walked in.
"Hello sir. Do you know if Angel is working today?"
The happy manager rubbed his chin for a moment as he thought. "No, no she's not working today. Why? Is something wrong?"
Static turned and spoke while walked out the door. "No, everything's fine. Thanks." Of course, he lied. Static's partner and one of his closest friends was missing; things were defiantly not fine. What if she's in trouble? What if she needs my help? Static flew high in the air on his disk and called Richey on the radio he had made called the 'shock vox'.
"Yo Richey? You there?"
There was a silence for a moment before Static heard a reply. "V-Man! What's up" Richey said happily.
"It's Rie. She's missing."
"What? Are you sure?"
Static ran through his mind all the places she could be before answering. "Yeah, I've looked everywhere she'd be. The lady in her apartment building said she never came home last night."
Richey could tell by the nervous tone of his voice that Virgil was worried. "Maybe she's just out somewhere, V. You know she's gotta mind of her own when it comes to stuff like that."
"Yeah but she's never just disappeared before, especially when we knew we were gonna go on patrol together."
"Okay, okay...meet me at the gas station and maybe we can figure out somethin' from there."
Static looked down at the street alley below him and nodded. "Yeah okay. Meet you there in ten."
"Later bro."
Static and Richey met up at the station just like they had planned and spent nearly an hour working on a way to find their friend. Virgil quickly glanced down at his watch. 5:00; Sunday "Crap Rich, I gotta be home soon or my pops'll kill me."
Richey looked up from his computer and nodded. "Yeah okay. I'll stay here for a little bit longer to see if I can find anything."
"Let me know if you find anything." Virgil grabbed his coat and began walking towards the door. "Later Rich."
"Later Virg." Richey continued searching every piece of news and police report he could find. Nothing. It really was like she just disappeared. It was eight o'clock before Richey got a call from his mom and had to head home. "I just hope you're alright..." he said quietly while he shut down his computer and locked the door as he left.
Two days later, Broken Angel was still nowhere to be found. Virgil and Richey had been putting off all homework and chores trying to find her; police had been keeping a wide eye open for any sign of her; even some civilians kept an eye out. The police had been trying to keep the situation quiet, but when a superhero goes missing, everyone's bound to find out and start looking. Where was she?
