Mesmero Part One
After a delicious diner of smoked salmon and grilled vegetables I began to feel sick and feverish all over. I attempted to ignore it but finally decided to part with my friends and get some fresh air. The cool fresh - yet smelly - city night air helps some but I still feel ill.
'Maybe the fish was undercooked?' I find myself wondering to myself as I grab the railing and place a hand on my rumbling stomach.
I burp loudly and someone behind me excuses me.
I spin around and find Jayden, Holly, and Madison, standing there looking at me with a sickly expression on there faces. They stumble forward to the side of the building moan. Jayden spits a loogie over the side of the building and rests her forehead on the side of the rusty railing.
"You know how they say when it's to good to be true it probably isn't?" she asks looking at me.
My stomach grumbles again and I nod somberly. "Ya. What about it?" I ask.
"Well..." shes cut off when she suddenly upchucks over the side of the building. Her dinner makes a second appearance on the alleyway below.
My stomach lurches and I almost join her. I burp and swallow instead. Nasty. Just ... nasty.
Holly sips on a glass of water from the restaurant and sets it down on the railing. She rubs her temples and frowns in discomfort.
'Ok this is weird. Holly didn't even have fish; she's vegetarian. If anyone here should be healthy here it should be her. Unless it was in the water. . . no then everyone eating here would be sick. And if it was specifically designed to smake us Omegas sick then Alex would be sick to.'
I look at my friends and frown. Something doesnt feel right.
I'm disrupted from my train of thought when the loud ringing of a burglary alarm blasts from a building halfway across the city. Despite being sick to my stomach, I jerk my head up and look off into the distance.
I sigh and close my eyes. When I open them I find my girl friends watching me. Jayden looks my face over and shakes her head disbelievingly. Holly's scowls like a concerned mother would look at her child. Madison furrows her eye-brows and purses her lips. She doesn't say anything but I can tell by the look on her face that she doesn't approve. She never approved of me fighting crime in the first place.
"Sorry," I finally add. "Sorry, guys. I'll see you guys later." I say. I close my eyes and pulse. When I open my eyes I'm wearing my black and white uniform. A black cloth with two slits for the eyes masks my face ties my blond hair back and out of the way.
My black elegant high heels are gone and I'm instead wearing my favorite pair of black combat boots. Functional and absolutely positively . . . bad-ass.
I clip my Titans Communicator to my silver utility belt inspired by robin and without another word jump off the side of the building. I cushion my fall by creating a safety net made of light and sprint of towards the sight of the robbery.
'Should I be sad to say that this is the highlight of my day?'
As it turns out, I can't even get close to Kentucky and Fifteenth. California police have every street blockaded within ten blocks. It certainly looks serious. So finally I stepped out.
I flash my Law Enforcement creds so I can get closer - kudos to the Teen Titans. I still don't know what the hell is going on, just that hostages were been held inside a jewelry store named "Jasmine". A very expensive store where diamond and precious jewels were cleaned, cut and sold at top dollar to countries around the world. It didn't sound as half as bad as it looked. So whats the catch? There had to be one.
Several police officers give me confused looks but most of them know who I am. I have been fighting the small crime in Steel City for several months now and my identity is generally well know.
"Now aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Mahoney says as she spots me heading her way. Jill Mahoney is a pretty woman, with a radiant smile and kick ass body that reminds me of GI Jane. She's young for being the leader of the hostage rescue team - maybe 30 - but she is highly respected due to her reputation of being an excellent negotiator.
"Some guys, maybe a half a dozen - well armed - came down here to rob the dealers lab," she said. "they have hostages - 12 total - and are not letting up."
A booming, earsplitting explosion takes out the front door.
Suddenly there are swirling clouds of black smoke and debris everywhere; I create a gigantic shield of energy around the police officers and myself. Gunshots erupt in the building! The gunfire lasts for about five minutes, then stops. We have no way of telling what has happened.
I drop my shield and sprint into the building. Mrs Mahoney yells in protest but I don't listen. As of now, there's nothing to talk about. When I reach the hole in the side of the building I stick to the side of the outside wall. Cautiously, I peer inside.
A man with a gun is threatening the clerk behind the counter. The panicked clerk is standing with his hands up, begging the man not to kill him. The robber loads the gun and points it at the clerks head. He pulls out a brown cloth bag from under neath his business jacket and throws it at the well dressed clerk.
"Load er' up!" the thief snaps under his black ski mask. His voice is thick with a Australian accent and gruff like sandpaper.
The man behind the counter hesitates for the briefest of moments but eventually gives into the thief's demands. With a shaking hand the clerk pulls out a ring of keys from his pocket and unlocks the cases.
In the other corner of the room a group of innocents have been herded together into a group. The contents of their purses and wallets are being emptied out by another thief who dumps their valuables into a separate brown sack. This man is built like an Ox. His arms are about as thick as my head is wide and his chest bulges against his business suite.
Another man wearing and black ski mask over his face walks out of the back of the shop. He's extremely tall and lanky and carries two brown fabric bags full of precious jewels awkwardly. His face is covered by a black ski mask and hat. The rest of him looks like a business man. I duck down as he looks up to prevent from being noticed. I count backwards from five and then look back slowly.
What I see makes my stomach plummet. In the corner of the room a young man with blond fluffy hair is sitting on the ground. His one leg juts out awkwardly out from underneath him but it doesn't seem to bother him. I look closely and notice he has a metal prosthetic leg. He reaches slowly for a cane - probably his - lying on the ground a few feet away. I watch as his fingers slowly wrap around the wooden handle. He freezes and in a sudden movement stumbles up and nocks the of the Buretta out of one of the thief's hands.
The gun crashes to the floor. The noise is loud and catches the attention of a the tall lanky thief who raises his arm and points his gun at the old man. Time slows and I watch as the thief pulls back the trigger. Theres a loud crack as the bullet explodes out of the revolver and is aimed directly at the brave young man.
I yell at the top of my lungs in anguish and desperation to save the young mans life and something completely crazy happens. The direction of the bullet changes and the man escapes death by a whopping five feet.
'What?! Did I do that?! But . . . I just moved that bullet through sound! That's Dannie's power?'
The room falls completely silent. All eyes fall on me standing in the hole in the wall. I light I summon energy to my hand and form two balls of light; one in each hand. Behind me in the distance several dozen cops surround the building like bees protecting a hive. A cool midnight breeze plays with my short feathered blond hair the ties of my eye mask.
With two blast I disarm the armed thieves and with three more I've bound them to an interior support beam with a rope made of light. I pull off their masks and throw them to the ground.
I turn back to the innocents - who still sit on the ground stunned - and smile. I take a step forward to give them a hand but freeze when I hear I scuffling noise behind me. I turn around and find myself looking at a fourth man with green skin. He is tall a has long legs and arms which are covered by a purple cloak. He towers over me and smiles. A shiver runs down my back.
And thats the last thing I remember.
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