Ok, just to let you know, this is going to be my first real attempt at multiple views. I normally go by one person a whole story through, so this will be a bit different.

Here we go: I no own Static Shock or anything in it. Only my own Charecters Sheryl, Gia, Amythist, Crimson, Eagle, and all that goes w/ them.

Please somebody read and Review. Don't care if it's flames. Just want someone to say they read it.


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The morning light struck harshly upon Sheryl's puffy eyelids. God, I wish I remembered to shut those damn blinds before bed, she thought grumpily. Groaning with annoyance she rolled over and looked at the clock by her bed. Shit! It was already six thirty! She was supposed to get to the office early that day so she could catch up on missed work. Throwing off her covers violently she made a dash for the bathroom, praying for what she didn't know, but she did so with fervor. Flicking on the light switch she gasped as she caught sight of her appearance in the mirror cabinet above the sink. "I..I look…normal!", she murmured.

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It was true, she no longer sported the looks she had been the day before, but neither had she returned to the form she had once held before it. Instead her appearance had undergone yet another drastic change. The reflection gazing back at her in wonder was now that of a brunette. She still had reddish highlights, but that looked normal enough. Her eyes had darkened as well and now looked almost black. Vibrant lips remained the same, but no longer had their natural pout. I can't believe it! My wish came true! I actually look normal! She did a little twirl around for joy, but when she again faced the mirror her heart sank.

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Once again vibrant red eyes and hair met her disappointed gaze. What happened? Was I just…did I see only what I wanted to see? Then, as she longed for the brunette appearance to return, it seemed her desire was granted. Her hair and eyes…flickered. For a moment they had appeared darker. Hope blossomed next to the desperation in her heart. Concentrating, she willed herself to change, to look "Normal". Slowly, her body appeared to obey the command. With several more "flickers" she once again looked like a brunette. It was then she felt a type of "click" inside, like something locked into place. She found that she no longer had to concentrate to hold the look. A grateful sigh escaped her lips.

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She suddenly felt a little woozy and the need to sit down again. The stress must be getting to me. She grabbed her work clothes on the way to her bed and sat down to pull on her black slacks. No time for a morning shower today. Thankfully she had had one late in the day yesterday. After pants came socks and shoes, then she moved on to her upper half. Fumbling with the buttons on her white business blouse she cursed her clumsiness and shaking hands. Finally fastening the last button, she moved onto her tie. Yes, tie. The bank required both a tie and jacket, even for lowly go-for's.

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Grabbing her purse and stuffing in her keys, she ran out the door. Then ran back and locked it before running out again. Down the stairs, out the door, and over to her beat up little '91 Honda. Great, she thought as she got to it, there were numerous new scratches and dents on it. She was just grateful that it hadn't been stolen. With a twist of her keys and a prayer the engine coughed and puttered to life on the first try for once. Thank you!! Shifting roughly out of park, she checked both ways before taking off.

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Meanwhile...
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Across town in an old office in an abandoned, derelict warehouse he had converted to his new home, Hotstreak lay shivering on his bed. Ever since he and Ebon had been torn apart, his powers had fritzed and his body had suffered for it. This was the third time that week he'd had terrible chills and fevers. In reality they only lasted about an hour or so, but they seemed to last forever. Finally the fit calmed down and disappeared. Sighing in relief he managed to sit up on the edge of his old, worn, spring mattress. He leaned over and, resting his elbows on his knees, held his face in his hands before running them through his hair and sitting up.

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God, what am I going to do? If it's not fever and chills it's the damn power freak-outs that burn me. Lately he had become partially susceptible to his own power. In several places his skin would just start to burn when he used his powers, even if it was fine the moment before or became immune to it the moment after. He looked like someone had put out cigarettes all over his body. That added to unexpected bursts of flame he couldn't control made his life the worst it had been in a long time. I don't know how to fix this and I can't go to anyone for help. I'd be seen as a wussy. Unless…

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He couldn't intentionally go for help, but if he was arrested they would try to help him anyway. The cops and goodie-goodie doctors would have to. Hotstreak sighed again, this time in relief. He relaxed his shoulders and then stretched. Now the only question is: how do I get caught. Gotta be flashy and easy. An idea came easily into his mind. Perfect. Now for a shower, some breakfast, and then…Stripping as he headed for the grungy little bathroom he whistled cheerfully for the first time in a very long time. Since this would probably be the last time in a long time he'd be staying here he didn't bother rationing his shampoo or body wash like usual. If all went well, he'd be relaxing in a nice clean cell or hospital room or something by the end of the day.

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Stepping out he grabbed the last clean towel and dried off quickly. Then he strode back to the room he had designated his bedroom in the buff. After all, it was "his" place and he didn't care what anyone thought anyway. Besides, the cool early autumn air felt good on his burns. Slipping on an outfit that had come to be like a uniform to him, he let out a glee filled cackle. Soon there would be no more tortured nights of sleep lost to excruciating pain. No more bursting into flames for no reason. No more unintentional self-inflicted wounds (burns). The hated chills and fever would no longer plague him. Why didn't I think of this before? I could have been free of this a long time ago! He knew they wouldn't be able to cure him immediately, but they would. They had to. Or I'll make them feel my pain until they do, the hot tempered red head thought with malice.

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Back with Sheryl...
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Pulling into the bank's parking garage and into one of the empty slots, Sheryl quickly put it into park and got out. Locking the door she threw her keys into her purse once again and power walked the rest of the way to her job. For once traffic had been light, she had barely done the speed limit she drove so fast, and there had been a space open on the bottom floor of the garage nearest the bank's front door. Now it was just turning seven fifteen. God, I am so lucky I made it here so fast. Maybe I'll get to keep my job after all.

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Little did Sheryl know, but that would be her only luck for the day. Good luck anyway.

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Short, I know. I think that all the chapters to this story are going to be fairly short and the chapters to my I am a WHAT!!! story will be long.

So what's Hotstreak going to do? Where are the Shock Troops? And what will happen to Sheryl?

All in due time my pretties! (Cackles manically).

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