Alright now, I've decided to update this story so here's the next chapter.
"Luna" Normal speaking
POV changes or yelling
Used for quotes
Thoughts
Secondary thought speaker (Sasha or any other telepath)
**Luna's narration**
"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." ~ Abraham Lincoln
EMPIRE CITY. DAY: 14
I sigh as I look into the mirror. It's not because of the messy hair or the cat-slit eyes, but the cheek marks on my face. The facial scars we received from the blast seemed to evolve with my powers; the scars turning a purple coloring as our powers progress. This makes them seem like strange facial tattoos. After some trial and error and experimenting; it's discovered that I'm able to become invisible when in really dark shadows while Silver is able to make flames appear in her palms along with spewing small fireballs from her mouth. Cole chuckled when he saw us with our 'tattoos.' Zeke started nicknaming me 'Neko' and Silver 'Hellcat.' Even Trish laughed when she saw us. I sigh again as I run a comb a few times through my hair, yanking out a few knots in it.
"Morning, Luna," Zeke says as I head up top. I move over to Silver and we begin our Katas; Kitsunekan (Fox) Karate and Wolulank Ickyan (Wolf style) Katas to be exact. We then have a friendly spar between the two of us, to try and take our mind off what's going on outside the roof. Suddenly the tables and glassware start to rattle on the rooftop. All of us look up and see a large carrier-plane fly about a dozen feet above our heads.
"Whoa, flying so low I thought it was gonna crash into us," Silver comments. The TV then goes to a color test pattern.
"Hey, it's the TV jacker. I love this guy," Zeke says as I sit on one of the couch's arm rests. The TV goes all static and fuzzy before a man in a white T-shirt starts to broadcast.
"Just got word that the feds dropped some relief packages into Archer Square, the liars at the corporate media tells us that we're gonna get our fair share, that more is coming, heh, that's easy for them to say! They're not the ones living in this hellhole! And truth is that we've been abandoned, and no one is coming to save us. So head over to Archer Square before the Reapers show up. Voice of Survival, Out." Then the TV goes back to a Pop-Eye cartoon.
"I told ya they'd drop food today. Guess who's sleeping in the bed tonight and tomorrow," I say with a grin. Silver and I bet when they'll drop food; winner gets the bed, loser gets the mattress.
"Let's discuss bets over some grub. I haven't had some good food in a while," Zeke says, patting his belly.
"That's not gonna stop you from pigging out is it?" Cole asks.
"Oh no it aint. Zeke's gotta eat," he chuckles.
"You go down; we've got the express elevator."
"Man, you get all the fun." Zeke grumbles before running down the stairs. Cole then turns to us and motions for us to go first. Aw he's such a gentleman. No wonder Trish likes him. I think with a grin before leaping off the roof. Silver and Cole follow me, landing not too far away. The sound of heavy breathing makes me look up and grin.
"Whew. That was one helluva jump. Wish I could do something like that," Zeke huffs as I dust my legs off. "Running down all those stairs… sucks donkey balls." We all chuckle at Zeke's humor. "Before we head over to Archer's square, I need to pick up a new six-shooter."
"Oh here we go…" Cole mutters as we follow his slightly-overweight friend.
"Hey, that was badass. The second you touched it, the electricity in your hand set off the gunpowder and the whole thing goes KABAM!" Zeke chuckles. Silver and I grin as we remember what happened.
"Nearly blew my hand off," Cole replies with some annoyance as Zeke turns a corner on his way to the new gun.
"Which is why you won't be touching the new one. I traded this guy one of my home-made batteries," Zeke says as he rounds a corner, passing random people as he jogs.
"You mean the ones that explode when you use them? The ones that nearly blew up the roof when I was near them?" Silver asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Hell, he don't know about that," he replies with a laugh. "And you'd better be careful, Hellcat." I chuckle as well. When she went near one of Zeke's unfinished batteries, it nearly exploded due to a fault in the wiring and for the fact that she somehow ignited the chemicals. We manage to jog down half the sidewalk before Zeke strikes up another conversation.
"You know what I miss? Pizza. Big sloppy slices. And... and… payday. Having a big fat wad of bills in your pocket," Zeke continues.
"I'd settle for some hot water," Cole says from behind us.
"I miss Morgan-sensei's sessions," Silver says. Morgan was our martial arts sensei as well as our Kenjutsu sword teacher.
"Especially our spars," I add. Morgan Sensei frequently sparred with us when she wasn't teaching us something new or doing something else. Whenever we went to her for help, be it making some tough decisions or guidance, or how to go about doing something, she would always have us spar while we talked. "She'd always say 'you shouldn't be sitting around. If you have time to laze around, you have time to practice your forms.'"
"Hey Cole, remember that time we were coming home from Duffy's, and I had to take a leak, and that bike cop was yellin' at me to put up my hands?" Zeke changes the conversation as we duck into an alleyway, playing follow the fat leader.
"You pissed all over him," Cole laughs at the memory.
"He told me to put up my hands! Well, while he's out back, I hop in and we take off! Ha-ha, awesome!" "Yeah, awesome. Until we run into a wall of cops." "Like I said before, awesome! Too bad we won't be able to do anything like that again," Zeke sighs at the memory.
"Not unless someone invents a car that doesn't explode when I sit in it." Silver and I also travel down memory lane, laughing at a few times when we pissed off Sensei. I wonder where she is in all of this… I don't have much time to think as we've finally reached our destination; a parking lot with several cars in it.
"He told me he was gonna leave it under a car, thought there'd be only one. We'll never find it now," Zeke complains as he tries to look under the cars. As I flex lightning between my hands, an idea forms in my head. I charge electricity into my hands and push outward, like I'm pushing someone away. A large blast of statically charged air flies outward and overturns the car in front of me. Cole and Silver, seeing what I can do, also try the technique a few times before Zeke finally gets his gun.
"Hell-lacious. Dang I didn't know y'all could do something like that," Zeke exclaims as he checks the gun out. Then he notices how we're all huffing and puffing a few times. "Hey, y'all don't look so hot."
"Drained… wait, got… idea…" Cole huffs as he walks over to a power box and sticks his hand out. Blue electricity flows from the power box and jumps into his fingertips. Silv and I also do the same thing, absorbing the electricity from the box. It feels like we're being healed by the electricity from the power feeder.
"Whoa! You're all walking batteries. Must need to charge up after you fire off a bunch of juice," Zeke exclaims. "Let's head over to Archer Square." As we move we hear Cole's cell ring. That reminds me, we should try to get cells so we can contact him.
"Hey babe… yeah we're all headed over to Archer's right now… I'm feeling great, used to be where I couldn't power a light bulb. Now I'm jumping off buildings, frying the junk on the roof… relax, we're fine… yeah the twins are with us… here's Luna… love you too…" Cole then hands the cell to me.
"Hello this is Longpaw Lightning, where we're the only source of free battery charging and junk frying. Luna here, how may I help you?" I say with a grin on my face. Trish's laugh sounds from the phone.
"Hey Luna, how are you two?" Trish asks us.
"We're fine 'mom'. We're eating all our veggies and getting to bed on time, doing our chores and getting outside," I say with another grin and earning another laugh.
"Good… just checking on you. Hope to see you at Archer Square. Could you put Silver on the phone?" I hand the phone to my sister and after exchanging words with Trish, she hands the phone back to Cole. After a few more twists and turns we finally reach Archer Square. Zeke whistles as soon as he spots the parachute of the relief package caught on the statue in the center of the square; at least thirty, forty feet out of reach.
"Boy, sure is stuck up there. One of you might need to climb up there and knock the food down. You're the only ones who can survive a fall like that," he comments. I'm already up on a lamp post, climbing it like a cat in a tree. That puts a smirk on my face as I navigate my way up the statue. I've always wanted to climb this, but couldn't due to the cops crying to me to get down. This time, people are depending on me to do this; they could starve without the food. A single bolt of electricity on the rusted hook releases the food to the ground. My smirk vanishes upon seeing several red-hooded figures rushing towards the square. Damn… too late.
**That's when I caught my first sight of them; Reapers. Before the blast, they were just a bunch of junkies dealing drugs. Now they own the Neon, taking whatever they want from anyone they wish; giving no quarter, no regret and no mercy. That's all going to change today. **
Cole and Silver move to the left and right, towards more squads of Reapers that try to get at the food. Both of them begin shooting lightning out of their palms as they meet the squads. That leaves me with the third group of red-hooded psychos who rush for the food, spraying bullets everywhere. A smirk forms on my face before I leap off the statue. Electricity gathers in my hands and legs as I plummet down to the group. Once I hit the ground all the electric energy spreads towards the nearby Reapers, knocking a few off their feet. I grab one of the rifles they carry and swing it like a club, knocking another Reaper unconscious. Others I punch and kick with electricity charged in my limbs, enforcing the blows. One falls to a fist in the chest, a swift kick in the groin takes out another and a third Reaper has his face meeting my elbow. I hear gunshots from the Reapers, but none of them seem to injure me as far as I can tell. Cole manages to take out the last Reaper with a lightning bolt and we all gather by the food, wondering what to do now that people saw us with our powers.
There's a bunch of food here; enough to feed the five of us for weeks, maybe even longer. If we fry a couple people in the crowd the rest will run away. The food will be all ours, but some of these guys might starve.
Just for the record, I've played both Good and Evil sides so I'll leave you all guessing what they'll do.
As always; the more reviews I get, the quicker I'll update.
1/8/2012 - I'm finally finished with the 30 pages for school and I've had the pages revised and rewritten. So I'll be updating chapters 1 -4 and posting chapter 5