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Oh, I'm real sorry about not updating for soooo long. There were a lot of reasons, like writer's block, my laptop not typing the I's, k's, and other letters and sighns, and, for a while, not internet. Yeah, that stuff lasted a few months. Sorry, but I hope this makes up for it.
Ch 4- It Wasn't A Dream,
Backpack sat on the coffee table, having been brought inside by Adam a few hours ago. The sun was now shining through the window, making the robot gleam in the light. Richie stirred on the couch, fighting with a nightmare, until he got too close to the edge of the couch and fell with a thud to the floor. Adam heard the noise, followed by a groan, and came running into the living room from the kitchen. He made it in just in time to see the teen sit up rubbing his head.
With a sigh, he walked over to Richie and helped him get back up and onto the couch. He looked at the boy and saw the beads of sweat on his forehead, and the damp t-shirt.
"Hey, you okay?" Adam was worried as he watched Richie look around the room in a state of confusion. He had been worried about Richie ever since he had arrived at the hospital. Virgil's condition had been severe, and Adam knew what that was going to do to his best friend and partner. The events of the previous day had taken a toll on everyone, especially Richie, but Adam couldn't even begin to imagine what the Hawkins family was going through.
After a few minutes of Richie failing to respond, Adam asked again. " Richie, you okay man?" Richie looked up at Adam as a tear fell silently down his cheek.
"It really happened, didn't it? It wasn't a dream, Virgil is dying.... It wasn't a dream." The last comment was a whisper and Adam almost didn't catch it. Richie took in a shaky breath and sat quietly, holding back the tears that stung his eyes, just waiting to be released. But Richie wouldn't allow it; instead, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand to get rid of any evidence of tears that might appear.
Adam didn't know what to say to that, so he just rubbed Richie's back, thinking about what the reporter had said the morning while he was watching the news...
"Yesterday, Static and Gear had gone into the bank behind me to try and stop an armed robbery. But it resulted in tragedy." The young woman stepped aside to let the viewers see inside the bank at the many officers spread around trying to find clues. "Static was shot, and is now in intensive care, while his partner Gear remains unseen. Paramedics say Static took a bullet to the stomach, and Gear received a graze on the arm. So far, police have no suspects, and are combing the area for any clues."
That was when Sharon had turned of the TV, not allowing Adam to finish watching. Now, Sharon was gone, probably with Virgil and her father, and the two men sat together. Men.... Adam thought, and not for the first time, realized it was true. He had known it yesterday, and now, he knew that was right.
"What time is it?" Richie asked, jolting Adam out of his musings.
"Um, about half past noon."
"What!" Richie jumped up from the couch, which only resulted in a dizzy spell.
"Hey, hey, come, sit back down." Adam eased Richie back onto his seat.
"I...I'm alright.... It's just a headache." Richie said as he rubbed his head.
"That may be so, but that wound might result in an infection, stay put for a while, or go visit Virgil." He was getting concerned. All the physical and emotional stress Richie was going through wasn't doing him any good.
"No, I'm fine, I'm just going.." Adam cut him off before he could finish the sentence.
"To lie here and get better. You're not going to do Static any good if you start patrolling the city, have that fever take over, and you catapult to the ground. Look, Richie, I know this is a hard time for you, but you can't just occupy yourself to get your mind off of it. That won't work. You got that?"
Richie nodded, but got up anyway.
"Where are you going?" Adam was now angry as well as concerned. That's it, I've made up my mind.....no kids for me!
"To the bank." Richie mumbled.
"No you're not. All that's going to happen to you there, is about twenty reporters, each trying get a very long and tiring interview."
"I know, but I've learned to deal." His voice seemed to be getting hoarse, raspy, and both of them knew it, one not caring, the other knowing he couldn't do a thing about it.
Adam sighed, giving up on the hero who was now changing into his uniform. He knew it was going to be a long day for everyone, and decided that he would go with Gear to the bank before visiting Virgil.
"Fine, but I'm coming with you." Adam was determined, but he didn't realize that Richie was too, to go alone.
"No, I'll be okay, you go and give you're support to Sharon and Mr.H" Richie grumbled, by now putting on his helmet. Adam was getting annoyed with the boy, and couldn't understand why he wouldn't let anyone help.
"What's wrong with you? I mean, I can understand it if you feel guilty, but that doesn't mean you have to take on all the responsibility. You're in no shape to be going anywhere, except maybe to visit your best friend!" Richie could tell Adam was loosing his temper, but that didn't change the fact that he had to go through with it alone, to prove to himself that he couldn't possibly have done anything more to help his friend. He didn't want anyone there to support him; it would just break his concentration, or maybe prove to him that it truly was his fault. No, he had to do it alone, and that was that.
"Adam, I appreciate you're concern, really, I do, but I have to do this alone. You....You just don't get it. It's one of those things in life you can't get help with." Richie sighed, not wanting to look Adam in the eye. "I'm going to go see Virgil when I'm done, until then, you go, the Hawkins need someone right now, and it's definitely not me."
Adam was ready to protest, but then, his phone just had to go off, annoying Adam beyond belief. Picking it up, he opened it and answered, still trying to get Richie to stay.
"Hello? Who is this?" Adam asked, exasperated when all Richie did was put on the boots for his costume.
"Don't you recognize you're older brother?" The voice on the other end seemed to be laughing, enjoying the shocked silence on the phone.
"You're no brother of mine Ebon, what do you want?!" Adam had already been angry, but was now furious at the man who dared call him his brother. Although Adam wasn't happy about hearing from his brother, he was pleased to note that Richie had stopped putting on his shoes to stare at him.
"Just wanted to know if Static was alright, is he dead yet?" Ebon's laughter filled Adam's head, and he was ready to throw the phone down, trying to get rid of the sound.
"He's alive, and he's going to stay alive!" Adam barked down at the phone, then stopped to think. "Ebon, you didn't have anything to do with that robbery...Did you?" He asked cautiously.
"Yeah, I wish little brother. Sadly, I had nothing to do with it. Why would I hire a bunch of teens to do the job for me? Though, I must admit, they did it." Ebon laughed again before hanging up, leaving Adam heaving with anger.
"What was that all about?" Asked Richie, momentarily forgetting his task. Leaving one shoe untied and the other lying on the floor, he walked over to stand next to Adam.
"Ebon felt like mocking me, that's all." He sighed, feeling himself also starting to go through the emotional turmoil as well. "Rich, please, just stay put. We'll go over to the hospital, make sure everything there is okay, but please, don't go out there."
For the second time in two days, Richie could see the concern in a friend's eyes. It made him feel better, but it wasn't enough, nothing would be until he made sure of his own emotions. He also remembered that he still had to tell his own parents, who would undoubtedly react a lot worse then Mr.H had.
"No, I....I have to go....I'm going to go talk to my parents, I have to. After that I'm going to the bank, and there's no way you can stop me." Richie finished putting on his shoes and started going outside before Adam stopped him again.
"Wait, at least let me come with you when you tell you're parents, it might make it a little easier on yourself."
Richie thought about it for a moment. He had come over here yesterday to tell Virgil's family, alone, and it had been hard. Maybe having Rubber band Man by his side would indeed make it easier. Gear nodded before continuing making his way toward the door.
On the way over to his house, Richie couldn't seem to focus on the task ahead; telling his parents. The only thing that caught his attention was the bank robbery, and his role in Virgil's critical state. Even with all the constant explanations from Adam that it wasn't his fault, he just couldn't seem to realize it. But now, there he was, standing in front of his own door, afraid to go in.
Taking in a deep breath, he looked back at Rubber Band Man, who nodded for him to go forward. Gear thought about unlocking the door with his own key, but decided against it, figuring his father would try and bash him over the head with something. With another large intake of air, Gear knocked on the door, his stomach churning at the thought of facing his father with the news. For a moment, Richie had a thin sliver of hope that his parents weren't home, but the hope was intensely short lived; mainly, ten seconds.
His father stood in front of him, staring down at the young super hero and his companion. After another few second of confusion, and one waiting for the other to start the conversation, Mr. Foley found his voice.
"Umm, won't you come in...Ah, I....Was just watching the news, I'm sorry about what happened to you're partner, I....uh, how may I help you." He finally managed the phrase, well, the little amount of it anyway. He looked down at the young man, who was staring back up at him, worry written all over his face, along with Rubber Band Man's.
Adam looked between the two, and after another minute of silence, started to talk.
"Mr. Foley..." He couldn't make it very fare before Gear cut him off.
"I can tell him myself...Mr. Foley.... Oh, what the hell, I might at well get it over with." He flung off his helmet, letting it drop by his side. Looking up, he saw the shocked expression on his father's face. "Dad, it's me, get it.... And Static.... That's Virgil...Dad, stop gaping at me like I'm some sort of freak, say something... Say something Damnit!" Richie ended his short rampage, as all his reserves crumpled and turned into dust. He couldn't contain the tears anymore and let them fall. He buried his head in his father's chest and cried, not caring that Adam was there, and not caring that his father might think him less of a man, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Richie.." Mr. Foley whispered, not knowing what else to say as he held on to his grieving son. He hugged his child, and they stayed that way for a while longer. During that time, Adam had taken his cue to leave, and once out the door, started making his way to the hospital.
The whole time, the teen kept whispering, "It wasn't a dream, Oh, God....It wasn't a dream." Once Richie had no more tears to shed, he pulled away from the loving embrace, whipping at he tear stained face.
"I....I'm sorry....I, shouldn't have cried like that....I'm sorry." Richie dropped his head, letting his chin rest on his chest.
"No, son, there's nothing to be sorry for, just please, tell me, what's going on? What happened down at the bank, that is why you're here isn't it, because of what's happened?" Receiving a nod, Mr. Foley led Richie over to the couch.
"It happened so fast, or, at least that's what it seemed like." Richie started, seeing no point in hiding anything now. "They... The three guys the robbed the bank.... Wanted me to crack the password for the bank, and when I said I wouldn't do it, they... They shot Virgil." Richie stopped to get a hold of his already weakened emotions. "They said I couldn't help him until I cracked the password. It took a long time, too long, by the time I could help Virgil, he was unconscious, barely alive, and he...He stopped breathing Dad, he just stopped...I, I got so scared. I saved him, but, when he was finally stable enough for me to leave him, the robbers where gone." Richie looked up at his father and noted that he too bore a look of concern, lately; everyone seemed to look like that.
"Richie, what happened to you're arm?" He had heard that Gear had been hit in the arm, but no further details had been available, neither on the hero's current conditions, or the happenings in the bank.
"I... After a little while, maybe an hour or so, when I couldn't crack the password, one guy got nervous and shot at me. It's not that bad, just a graze." Richie sighed, it had been a while since he could confine in his father, and he found that he was enjoying the bond. But this wasn't the time; he had to get to the bank. The only problem was, he wasn't sure weather he was going there for the reason he kept telling himself, maybe it was for something totally different. And then it hit him, the reason why he had to go to the bank, and it scared him, because it wasn't something heroes did; was it?
"Dad, I have to go, to the bank.... I need to get some clues, you know, try and find these guys." He was looking down on the floor again, because for some reason, he couldn't look into his father's eyes.
"Richie, don't go there, I know what it feels like, to think it was you're fault, to feel guilty. And I also know that another feeling comes with that, a feeling of wanting to turn wrong into right... Your own way. Richie, please, don't." Father and son looked into each other's eyes for a moment, each reading the others thought. But it was a pointless move, for Richie couldn't take it anymore, and simple grabbed his helmet off the floor and ran to the door.
He stopped in front of it and turned to face his dad. "Tell mom, please." Richie said before putting his helmet on and leaving his father along in the living room to think.
The streets were getting cold as Gear flew through the afternoon sky, looking down at the little kids in the street. He saw a few girls playing hopscotch, others; jump -rope. But he didn't fail to notice the boys that were playing cowboys and Indians, and especially those that played the game of superhero.
A game... Ha, I guess that's all it really was to us. We sort of saw it as our own personal comic book adventure. It's sort of funny, here we are, every day, fighting super villains, and we get beat by some dumb bank robbers. Though, I guess they aren't that dumb if they managed to rob the bank, and destroy Static.
The thought of Static, he best friend, being destroyed, brought back the feeling he had been having all day, and Richie knew what it was. He couldn't deny it any longer, his father had been right; he wanted to turn wrong into right his own way. But, what about Virgil, what would he say? Richie knew that, when Daisy had been in a coma, Static had tracked down Puff and Onyx, wanting to blame them for what happened, wanting the same thing he wanted now... Revenge. Yes, that was what he wanted, but, unlike then, unlike with Virgil, it hadn't been Richie's fault, but that didn't change the way they both felt.
Those kids have dreams of being super heroes, but for us, it became a reality, and unlike those kids, the events of yesterday had too; been a reality. Now, just like on TV, I want revenge for my partners suffering, and although I'm still finding it hard to comprehend, I knew that... It wasn't a dream.
I tried to write more, because 1: I felt my chapters were too short, 2: I had a lot to write about for this one, and 3: I haven't updated in a long time and I feel like I owe it to all of you who are reading this story.
I hope I got the characters right, please tell me when click that little button down there that says: Submit Review
Thanks for reading this far, the next chapter will be called: Daisy and Revenge Don't Mix
Yeah, so, I hope you keep enjoying the story.
BYE!!!
Oh, I'm real sorry about not updating for soooo long. There were a lot of reasons, like writer's block, my laptop not typing the I's, k's, and other letters and sighns, and, for a while, not internet. Yeah, that stuff lasted a few months. Sorry, but I hope this makes up for it.
Ch 4- It Wasn't A Dream,
Backpack sat on the coffee table, having been brought inside by Adam a few hours ago. The sun was now shining through the window, making the robot gleam in the light. Richie stirred on the couch, fighting with a nightmare, until he got too close to the edge of the couch and fell with a thud to the floor. Adam heard the noise, followed by a groan, and came running into the living room from the kitchen. He made it in just in time to see the teen sit up rubbing his head.
With a sigh, he walked over to Richie and helped him get back up and onto the couch. He looked at the boy and saw the beads of sweat on his forehead, and the damp t-shirt.
"Hey, you okay?" Adam was worried as he watched Richie look around the room in a state of confusion. He had been worried about Richie ever since he had arrived at the hospital. Virgil's condition had been severe, and Adam knew what that was going to do to his best friend and partner. The events of the previous day had taken a toll on everyone, especially Richie, but Adam couldn't even begin to imagine what the Hawkins family was going through.
After a few minutes of Richie failing to respond, Adam asked again. " Richie, you okay man?" Richie looked up at Adam as a tear fell silently down his cheek.
"It really happened, didn't it? It wasn't a dream, Virgil is dying.... It wasn't a dream." The last comment was a whisper and Adam almost didn't catch it. Richie took in a shaky breath and sat quietly, holding back the tears that stung his eyes, just waiting to be released. But Richie wouldn't allow it; instead, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand to get rid of any evidence of tears that might appear.
Adam didn't know what to say to that, so he just rubbed Richie's back, thinking about what the reporter had said the morning while he was watching the news...
"Yesterday, Static and Gear had gone into the bank behind me to try and stop an armed robbery. But it resulted in tragedy." The young woman stepped aside to let the viewers see inside the bank at the many officers spread around trying to find clues. "Static was shot, and is now in intensive care, while his partner Gear remains unseen. Paramedics say Static took a bullet to the stomach, and Gear received a graze on the arm. So far, police have no suspects, and are combing the area for any clues."
That was when Sharon had turned of the TV, not allowing Adam to finish watching. Now, Sharon was gone, probably with Virgil and her father, and the two men sat together. Men.... Adam thought, and not for the first time, realized it was true. He had known it yesterday, and now, he knew that was right.
"What time is it?" Richie asked, jolting Adam out of his musings.
"Um, about half past noon."
"What!" Richie jumped up from the couch, which only resulted in a dizzy spell.
"Hey, hey, come, sit back down." Adam eased Richie back onto his seat.
"I...I'm alright.... It's just a headache." Richie said as he rubbed his head.
"That may be so, but that wound might result in an infection, stay put for a while, or go visit Virgil." He was getting concerned. All the physical and emotional stress Richie was going through wasn't doing him any good.
"No, I'm fine, I'm just going.." Adam cut him off before he could finish the sentence.
"To lie here and get better. You're not going to do Static any good if you start patrolling the city, have that fever take over, and you catapult to the ground. Look, Richie, I know this is a hard time for you, but you can't just occupy yourself to get your mind off of it. That won't work. You got that?"
Richie nodded, but got up anyway.
"Where are you going?" Adam was now angry as well as concerned. That's it, I've made up my mind.....no kids for me!
"To the bank." Richie mumbled.
"No you're not. All that's going to happen to you there, is about twenty reporters, each trying get a very long and tiring interview."
"I know, but I've learned to deal." His voice seemed to be getting hoarse, raspy, and both of them knew it, one not caring, the other knowing he couldn't do a thing about it.
Adam sighed, giving up on the hero who was now changing into his uniform. He knew it was going to be a long day for everyone, and decided that he would go with Gear to the bank before visiting Virgil.
"Fine, but I'm coming with you." Adam was determined, but he didn't realize that Richie was too, to go alone.
"No, I'll be okay, you go and give you're support to Sharon and Mr.H" Richie grumbled, by now putting on his helmet. Adam was getting annoyed with the boy, and couldn't understand why he wouldn't let anyone help.
"What's wrong with you? I mean, I can understand it if you feel guilty, but that doesn't mean you have to take on all the responsibility. You're in no shape to be going anywhere, except maybe to visit your best friend!" Richie could tell Adam was loosing his temper, but that didn't change the fact that he had to go through with it alone, to prove to himself that he couldn't possibly have done anything more to help his friend. He didn't want anyone there to support him; it would just break his concentration, or maybe prove to him that it truly was his fault. No, he had to do it alone, and that was that.
"Adam, I appreciate you're concern, really, I do, but I have to do this alone. You....You just don't get it. It's one of those things in life you can't get help with." Richie sighed, not wanting to look Adam in the eye. "I'm going to go see Virgil when I'm done, until then, you go, the Hawkins need someone right now, and it's definitely not me."
Adam was ready to protest, but then, his phone just had to go off, annoying Adam beyond belief. Picking it up, he opened it and answered, still trying to get Richie to stay.
"Hello? Who is this?" Adam asked, exasperated when all Richie did was put on the boots for his costume.
"Don't you recognize you're older brother?" The voice on the other end seemed to be laughing, enjoying the shocked silence on the phone.
"You're no brother of mine Ebon, what do you want?!" Adam had already been angry, but was now furious at the man who dared call him his brother. Although Adam wasn't happy about hearing from his brother, he was pleased to note that Richie had stopped putting on his shoes to stare at him.
"Just wanted to know if Static was alright, is he dead yet?" Ebon's laughter filled Adam's head, and he was ready to throw the phone down, trying to get rid of the sound.
"He's alive, and he's going to stay alive!" Adam barked down at the phone, then stopped to think. "Ebon, you didn't have anything to do with that robbery...Did you?" He asked cautiously.
"Yeah, I wish little brother. Sadly, I had nothing to do with it. Why would I hire a bunch of teens to do the job for me? Though, I must admit, they did it." Ebon laughed again before hanging up, leaving Adam heaving with anger.
"What was that all about?" Asked Richie, momentarily forgetting his task. Leaving one shoe untied and the other lying on the floor, he walked over to stand next to Adam.
"Ebon felt like mocking me, that's all." He sighed, feeling himself also starting to go through the emotional turmoil as well. "Rich, please, just stay put. We'll go over to the hospital, make sure everything there is okay, but please, don't go out there."
For the second time in two days, Richie could see the concern in a friend's eyes. It made him feel better, but it wasn't enough, nothing would be until he made sure of his own emotions. He also remembered that he still had to tell his own parents, who would undoubtedly react a lot worse then Mr.H had.
"No, I....I have to go....I'm going to go talk to my parents, I have to. After that I'm going to the bank, and there's no way you can stop me." Richie finished putting on his shoes and started going outside before Adam stopped him again.
"Wait, at least let me come with you when you tell you're parents, it might make it a little easier on yourself."
Richie thought about it for a moment. He had come over here yesterday to tell Virgil's family, alone, and it had been hard. Maybe having Rubber band Man by his side would indeed make it easier. Gear nodded before continuing making his way toward the door.
On the way over to his house, Richie couldn't seem to focus on the task ahead; telling his parents. The only thing that caught his attention was the bank robbery, and his role in Virgil's critical state. Even with all the constant explanations from Adam that it wasn't his fault, he just couldn't seem to realize it. But now, there he was, standing in front of his own door, afraid to go in.
Taking in a deep breath, he looked back at Rubber Band Man, who nodded for him to go forward. Gear thought about unlocking the door with his own key, but decided against it, figuring his father would try and bash him over the head with something. With another large intake of air, Gear knocked on the door, his stomach churning at the thought of facing his father with the news. For a moment, Richie had a thin sliver of hope that his parents weren't home, but the hope was intensely short lived; mainly, ten seconds.
His father stood in front of him, staring down at the young super hero and his companion. After another few second of confusion, and one waiting for the other to start the conversation, Mr. Foley found his voice.
"Umm, won't you come in...Ah, I....Was just watching the news, I'm sorry about what happened to you're partner, I....uh, how may I help you." He finally managed the phrase, well, the little amount of it anyway. He looked down at the young man, who was staring back up at him, worry written all over his face, along with Rubber Band Man's.
Adam looked between the two, and after another minute of silence, started to talk.
"Mr. Foley..." He couldn't make it very fare before Gear cut him off.
"I can tell him myself...Mr. Foley.... Oh, what the hell, I might at well get it over with." He flung off his helmet, letting it drop by his side. Looking up, he saw the shocked expression on his father's face. "Dad, it's me, get it.... And Static.... That's Virgil...Dad, stop gaping at me like I'm some sort of freak, say something... Say something Damnit!" Richie ended his short rampage, as all his reserves crumpled and turned into dust. He couldn't contain the tears anymore and let them fall. He buried his head in his father's chest and cried, not caring that Adam was there, and not caring that his father might think him less of a man, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Richie.." Mr. Foley whispered, not knowing what else to say as he held on to his grieving son. He hugged his child, and they stayed that way for a while longer. During that time, Adam had taken his cue to leave, and once out the door, started making his way to the hospital.
The whole time, the teen kept whispering, "It wasn't a dream, Oh, God....It wasn't a dream." Once Richie had no more tears to shed, he pulled away from the loving embrace, whipping at he tear stained face.
"I....I'm sorry....I, shouldn't have cried like that....I'm sorry." Richie dropped his head, letting his chin rest on his chest.
"No, son, there's nothing to be sorry for, just please, tell me, what's going on? What happened down at the bank, that is why you're here isn't it, because of what's happened?" Receiving a nod, Mr. Foley led Richie over to the couch.
"It happened so fast, or, at least that's what it seemed like." Richie started, seeing no point in hiding anything now. "They... The three guys the robbed the bank.... Wanted me to crack the password for the bank, and when I said I wouldn't do it, they... They shot Virgil." Richie stopped to get a hold of his already weakened emotions. "They said I couldn't help him until I cracked the password. It took a long time, too long, by the time I could help Virgil, he was unconscious, barely alive, and he...He stopped breathing Dad, he just stopped...I, I got so scared. I saved him, but, when he was finally stable enough for me to leave him, the robbers where gone." Richie looked up at his father and noted that he too bore a look of concern, lately; everyone seemed to look like that.
"Richie, what happened to you're arm?" He had heard that Gear had been hit in the arm, but no further details had been available, neither on the hero's current conditions, or the happenings in the bank.
"I... After a little while, maybe an hour or so, when I couldn't crack the password, one guy got nervous and shot at me. It's not that bad, just a graze." Richie sighed, it had been a while since he could confine in his father, and he found that he was enjoying the bond. But this wasn't the time; he had to get to the bank. The only problem was, he wasn't sure weather he was going there for the reason he kept telling himself, maybe it was for something totally different. And then it hit him, the reason why he had to go to the bank, and it scared him, because it wasn't something heroes did; was it?
"Dad, I have to go, to the bank.... I need to get some clues, you know, try and find these guys." He was looking down on the floor again, because for some reason, he couldn't look into his father's eyes.
"Richie, don't go there, I know what it feels like, to think it was you're fault, to feel guilty. And I also know that another feeling comes with that, a feeling of wanting to turn wrong into right... Your own way. Richie, please, don't." Father and son looked into each other's eyes for a moment, each reading the others thought. But it was a pointless move, for Richie couldn't take it anymore, and simple grabbed his helmet off the floor and ran to the door.
He stopped in front of it and turned to face his dad. "Tell mom, please." Richie said before putting his helmet on and leaving his father along in the living room to think.
The streets were getting cold as Gear flew through the afternoon sky, looking down at the little kids in the street. He saw a few girls playing hopscotch, others; jump -rope. But he didn't fail to notice the boys that were playing cowboys and Indians, and especially those that played the game of superhero.
A game... Ha, I guess that's all it really was to us. We sort of saw it as our own personal comic book adventure. It's sort of funny, here we are, every day, fighting super villains, and we get beat by some dumb bank robbers. Though, I guess they aren't that dumb if they managed to rob the bank, and destroy Static.
The thought of Static, he best friend, being destroyed, brought back the feeling he had been having all day, and Richie knew what it was. He couldn't deny it any longer, his father had been right; he wanted to turn wrong into right his own way. But, what about Virgil, what would he say? Richie knew that, when Daisy had been in a coma, Static had tracked down Puff and Onyx, wanting to blame them for what happened, wanting the same thing he wanted now... Revenge. Yes, that was what he wanted, but, unlike then, unlike with Virgil, it hadn't been Richie's fault, but that didn't change the way they both felt.
Those kids have dreams of being super heroes, but for us, it became a reality, and unlike those kids, the events of yesterday had too; been a reality. Now, just like on TV, I want revenge for my partners suffering, and although I'm still finding it hard to comprehend, I knew that... It wasn't a dream.
I tried to write more, because 1: I felt my chapters were too short, 2: I had a lot to write about for this one, and 3: I haven't updated in a long time and I feel like I owe it to all of you who are reading this story.
I hope I got the characters right, please tell me when click that little button down there that says: Submit Review
Thanks for reading this far, the next chapter will be called: Daisy and Revenge Don't Mix
Yeah, so, I hope you keep enjoying the story.
BYE!!!