Two
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A final note: Now this story accepts anonymous reviews… I forgot to authorize it before… :sweatdrop: Ah! And chap One has been edited!
I said it all, now, onto the fic:
Two: Masked thief
Virgil was running like a mad. During his race, he collided with every person who was committing the terrible sin of being on his way. His desperation didn't let him be polite and apologize for such a trouble. The feeling that something (bad) was going on with Richie, his Richie, invaded his whole mind. The calls he made with his cell phone didn't have any answer, just like his attempts of a communication via the ShockBox. Virgil only could talk with Shebang, who started to search their missing friend. She was already patrolling, so Virgil and Richie could enjoy a little of free time.
Going to the Gas Station, getting his Static Shock clothes and flying in his search for Richie were the only priorities Virgil had in that moment. Everything else, like apologize to Frieda, the latest victim of his hurry, was secondary.
"Please... don't let anything happen to him..." his lips repeated the pray over and over again. He already lost his mother not once but twice, because he wasted the opportunity that Timezone gave to him. Richie wasn't going to suffer because of him. When Virgil realized his true feeling for the blonde teen, he swore he was going to protect him, no matter what.
"HELP!" someone cried. The teenager tried to ignore such an untimely call, but the voice sounded so desperate that he had to stop. He was stood near a dead-end. While walking towards the screaming container, a slight shine made him kneel down. A pair of glasses.
SHIT!
Richie's glasses. Trying to control his now trembling hands, Virgil opened the container. Fortunately/unfortunately, three unknown teenagers were lying on the garbage. The only conscious of them had his long, dark hair covered with dirt. His dark eyes contrasted with the paleness of his skin. Virgil didn't let him say a thing, his hand grabbed the teen's neck.
"Wha..."
"Where is he?"
"Gee, relax, dude" he smiled nervously as Virgil pressed his neck whit more fury "Ummm... please? Ya are kinda killing me :cough:"
"Richie. Where. Is. He?"
"Dude I don't know! I don't even know who in the freaking hell is Richie!"
The answer exhausted Virgil's patience "The teen with glasses! Richie!"
"Man, em, I dunno. Never saw him in my life... Okay don't hit me! My Boss was going to teach him some manners when a light blinded me... and... don't remember anything. Except the pain. And the smell of this freaking garbage"
"Who is your boss?"
"Francis Stone, ya know the guy who was Hotstreak and kicked Static and Gear's asses a couple of times"
Fortunately for the bully, Virgil's cell phone interrupted the conversation.
"See? Your goggle-boyfriend is calling you to tell ya everything's all right, while you are here, suffocating me..." Henry Agata (which was the bully's name, by the way) would never guess how right he was about the "boyfriend" thing
"Yes?" Virgil answered, full of hope
"Son, a meta-breed is robbing the First National Bank" Mr. Hawkins said carefully. That was the only thing he can do to cooperate with Static Shock and Gear. Although it didn't seem so useful, without Backpack and without a TV, Virgil couldn't know where to go. He wasn't a psychic.
"I'm on my way... Thanks for the advice"
"Be careful. Both"
Stopping a robbery and finding Richie. Ah! The life of a superhero... Two hours ago, Virgil Hawkins only could think about how beautiful his life was, and the only problem that was tormenting his mind was how to tell Mr. Hawkins about his feelings for Richie. He wasn't ashamed of his homosexuality, nor he was scared of Robert's reaction (the worst that could happen was a stroke) but... starting such a conversation was really difficult. Two hours ago, he was imagining ninety possible dialogues:
-Hello, my son. How was the patrolling?
-Cool, Pops. By the way, I'm gay now.
In that moment, the only thing that matter was Richie. He didn't want to worry his father too. But those guys lying on the garbage...
But the robbery... and the possible rebirth of Hotstreak... a light and the pain?... and Francis and Richie disappearing...
"Where did Francis go?"
Henry shrugged "Am I his nanny?"
Virgil sighed, irritated.
Inside the vault of the National Bank, two columns of light surrounded some bags and grabbed them. His loot was packaged, but the thief didn't seem to be satisfied. A white mask covered his face, only revealing two red eyes. Black jeans, a black cape, a white T-shirt and a black cap completed his suit. His hands, covered with white gloves, commanded the columns.
"Stop right now!" Static Shock entered in the vault, he was decided to end that battle quickly. As he feared, Richie wasn't at the Gas Station. Backpack was on the floor, immobile and Virgil couldn't switch it on.
The masked figure didn't say a word, but a column of light grabbed the vault's door and threw it towards a surprised Static, who used his powers to stop the flying piece of iron before it smash him.
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!"
As an answer, his enemy pointed at his right. In that moment, Static realized a pink bundle was on the floor. Shebang. A column of light changed into a giant, white hammer, just above her. Without a word, the thief made Static understand what he wanted.
"Don't..." the superhero lowed his arms, receiving the attack, resigned.
...Richie...
Everything became darkness.
The thief flew away, propelled by one of the shiny columns, and carrying his loot with the other one.