Not much to say about this one, don't want to spoil the story.
Violet awoke in the pitch dark, she couldn't see a thing. Was she dead? Blown to smithereens by the bomb, certainly this didn't seem like heaven, but then what did? She groaned and rolled onto her side, stiff with pain as though she had been hit all over her body. She probably had.
A bright pain came from the side of her head, she reached a invisible hand and felt for it. There was a cut on the side of her face, her fingers felt along it, ignoring the burning pain and found where it ended, just above her ear, then they felt the other way, it began at her nose. The cut was deep and she guessed it would scar-scarred for life.
She tasted blood on her finger as she gingerly whimpered and heard the rustle of fabric to her left. "I think she's awake, Fred." A low motherly voice sounded to her, right-Judith. "You get Helen, I'll go to see her." The man replied in the affirmative and there was more rustling. Violet was beginning to gain her night vision and watched as a half-hidden figure advanced towards her.
"How you doing?" The half Yorkshire half American accent whispered at her.
"Okay, I guess." Violet whimpered, "I'm cut."
"We know, it'll scar I'm afraid, but better than the alternative wasn't it. You saved us gal."
"I did?"
"Yer did. That force field of yours was pretty good work I dare say. A moment later and that bomb would have killed us all. We got blastered down here, into the remains of the cellar and blown apart. It took us ages to find yer."
"How long have I been out."
"A day, more mebbe. Before yer ask were still down here so dat Hunter fella won't come an find us, he's been flying over pretty regularly and they recon dat he has a mole in the police, so were staying down here till they can find his layer."
"And then what? What do we do once we find his lair."
"We kill the bugger and get Dash and Dan back, dead or alive." There was more commotion from the part of the cellar that was away to Violets feet. Suddenly a flashlight beam began to rove the cave before centring on the pair. Violet blinked in the strong light after so long in the pitch dark and suddenly she was clamped in a tight hug against her mothers body. "Don't you ever do that again!"
"What?"
"I don't know, make me think you'd died."
"What about Dash?" Suddenly Helen released Violet and began to talk in a businesslike manner.
"There alive." She said, "I heard the guards speaking, there base is in a hill near here, right up on the moors. It's a big complex though, vast the word I'd use. Lot of guards. I think I've worked out a way in…."
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Dan was about to be tortured. Hunter grinned evilly as he pushed a glowing metal branding iron towards the supers chest. "Don't worry Danny boy, it only hurts for a few days, and then you'll be mine for the rest of your short, miserable life." He sneered and then moved towards Dash, "It'll be your turn next, Dashy."
Dan tried to wriggle away from the iron, to use his powers to deflect it , but to no avail. Hunter had already explained why his powers wouldn't work, the man had coated his Super Suit, or rather Villain Suit, in a material that stopped Supers powers having any effect. And from the looks of things he had coated the rod with the same stuff.
Suddenly a guard ran in, "Hunter, sire, we have a visual on the Supers." Hunter dropped the iron rod and ran towards the door, only turning to swear at the children, "This isn't over yet!" He promised.
They where alone in a room, two guards watching them, the glowing rod on the floor. Dan had an idea. Using his pwoes to levitate the rod, he found that he could levate it, just not bend it, he slowly moved it along the level towards the guards, because it made no noise they didn't notice it. It hit the floor with a clang.
"Hey!" One guard said, "How did this get over here?"
"Must have rolled over." The guard bent down to pick it up and that was when Dan struck, driving the poker into the mans face, destroying the visor into hundreds of shards of glass. The man screamed as his flesh burned, a H appearing on his face, and then collapsed. The other guard saw what happened and turned towards the Supers, raising his gun and preparing to fire, too late, the poker had already flown up and ht him in the crotch, burning through the jumpsuit. The man let out a strangely high pitched scream and fall forward, the poker embedded where it had hit. Dan winced for the man.
The me dragged the unconscious body over towards the computed keypad, making the lifeless fingers press down upon the release button, the fingerprints giving him authorisation. The clamps came free and both Supers dropped to the ground. Within seconds Dash was at the two men's sides. One was dead, killed from the shock onf the pokers attack, the other alive but barley conscious, his face a burnt mess. "Nice job." The boy said sarcastically before making towards the doors.
Dan nodded at the complement and smiled, "Aye." He answered.
"Now could you please get these doors open." Dan made his way to the computer temrminal and began to hack his way into the computers mainframe, he had memorised the password from when Hunter had been using the PC. He placed his hand on the reader and smiled, then told Dash to do the same.
"Why?"
"Everything in here is hand operated, I've just told it to reject everyone's hand prints except for ours and that means doors and weapons-everything. The only thing I can't control is Hunters personal hideout."
"Cool." The boy placed his hand eagerly on the touchpad, winced at the slight electric shock and prepared to leave. "What's the plan?"
"You go and find everyone, find out if they survived, if they didn't go to the police."
"And you?"
Dan picked up his super suit. "I've got a date with Hunter."
There you go, Dun Dun Durrrrh!