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Cons of Saving the World
1
JASON

"Quick, someone call Visor!"

"Way ahead of you!" I laugh, zooming over their heads. "I heard you guys were having some trouble?"

"It's him!"

Him. AnTy, then. I don't know exactly how it happened, but somehow he became my arch nemesis not too long ago. It's just that he was always there when I went out looking to protect Tyler, always waiting, and I was so certain Tyler would be hurt by him if I didn't do something.

I guess that's how it happened, then.

But then it kind of escalated after we realized I was actually strong enough to defeat him - something not many heroes in this city could do. He quickly made it his life's goal to "put me out of business," and I quickly made it my life's goal to stay alive. Superhero drama, I swear.

"Where is he?" I ask, hovering above the scared citizens and looking out through my orange-tinted visor.

"He's in the Hero Complex! He's gonna blow it up or something, please, my sister's in there! She just became a member of the complex yesterday!"

See, this is why I didn't join the Complex. The heroes are like sitting ducks in that place - and, anyways, I don't wanna live with those morons, I wanna live with Tyler. Like I do now.

Pretty good setup, if you ask me.

"I'll get her out safely," I ensure the citizen. "I'll get them all out safely."

The citizens can't manage to cheer preemptively this time; they're too nervous. So, without another word, I wave goodbye and fly into one of the open windows of the Complex.

"AnTy!" I boom, thanking the almighty Notch for a lovely thing called a "voice modulator." It makes me sound less innocent, more intimidating. "I know you didn't come here looking for anyone but me."

AnTy crashes through a wall, bearing his signature metal glove. It's incredibly heavy, and he wears it on his right hand - by some miracle, he's able to move it quickly and powerfully enough to cast some pretty lethal blows.

He narrows his eyes. "Did you just now get here?"

I smirk. "Sure did. I don't live here, stupid."

"What does it matter?" AnTy asks, shrugging as two of his robots follow him into this room. My mind focuses in on his eyes darting to the left, his hand tapping against his thigh, his smirk wavering. Flash: FALSE. "I can still kill you and half this city's heroes, all in one go."

"You think so?" I ask, reaching up to switch on the heat vision in my visor. It quickly reveals that there are, at most, ten robots in this building.

Easy.

"I do," AnTy answers.

"And I don't," I snort, and then I fling my Disc toward him, and the blue, Frisbee-like weapon lodges itself in one of the robot's heads when it misses its actual target.

"It isn't that easy to defeat me," AnTy scoffs, readjusting the red mask that goes around his eyes and over the bridge of his nose. "Roobootz, attack!"

His two robots - one with my Disc still lodged in his head and causing him to walk stiffly and awkwardly - trudge toward me, and the almost broken one fires lasers while the fully working one swings a mechanical fist at me.

I jump over the punch, which is made possible only by the fact that I can fly, and then hit the ground to avoid the sporadically moving lasers. Then I jump up again, yank my Disc out of the robot's head, and slam it into-

The wall where AnTy used to be. The little nugget dodged my blow just in time.

"Try harder!" AnTy sing-songs, grinning at me before leaping up through the ceiling, and I curse under my breath and then fly up after him, using the holes he made for easy access.

"No problem!" I respond, flinging my Disc at a line of robots as we pass them. The Disc slices through all three of the robots and then ricochets off a titanium-based training dummy, and I laugh and catch it with my highly padded gloves before zipping up further after AnTy.

"Come and get me," he taunts me, hanging from the jagged edge of a hole he created in the ceiling of one of the Complex floors.

Meanwhile, various heroes are also hanging from jagged pieces of walls and ceilings, only they seem far more terrified. A few of them try to blast AnTy with fire or ice, but, of course, his armor guards against that. His armor seems to guard against everything except my Disc.

"You know, you're getting pretty annoying," AnTy spits at the dangling heroes, and then he pulls three tiny grey orbs out of his pocket. The three orbs immediately expand and then fly at the heroes, trapping almost all of them in three large nets, and they scream as they fall.

"Oh, that was low," I growl at AnTy, but I turn my head and dive down to save the heroes anyways. Some of them can fly, so they're struggling to keep their nets afloat, and I yell at them all to prepare to either fly or be flown.

Then I throw my Disc across the tops of each net, making huge holes for everyone to fly out of, and I zip around catching those who weren't already caught. Luckily, everyone manages to land safely, and I sigh in relief before remembering AnTy.

I look up, but he's on the roof of the terribly tell complex now, apparently realizing that he's lost and that all he can do now is escape. "See you later, Visor!" he cackles, his voice faint because of the distance, and then he jumps into the air, likely planning to building-hop all the way back to wherever his "lair" is-

I scrunch up my nose beneath my visor and then fling my Disc at AnTy, and, despite the fact that there is at least fifty meters between us at this point, my Disc skims his side.

AnTy cries out and begins falling mid-jump, and my eyes go wide. Without even taking time to think, I rush forward and fly up to catch him before he can hit the ground, because, no, I don't want anyone to die.

"Agh, w-why can that s-stupid Frisbee of yours always get through my armor?" AnTy groans, and I shrug as I lower us to the ground.

"Ready for jail?"

"Hardly," he sneers, though it looks pained, and then one of his tiny orb bots zooms out of his pocket and entraps me in a small net as AnTy scrambles away. "Maybe later."

I yell out in frustration, properly trapped since my Disc is half way across the city by now, and AnTy salutes me and jumps away.

"Hey, man, you did good," one of the escaped heroes assures me, cutting the net open with a knife. "Nice throw."

"Thanks," I sigh.

"You'll get him someday," another hero says encouragingly, smiling kindly at me.

"Yeah." I glance down at my watch and realize it's just about time for the Big Bang Theory to come on. "Later."