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Noah Fisher, Age 11. Sky Fisher, Age 13. I got bored and made these people up in my head. That would be funny if they were real XD And awkward...
Anyone reading my other story? Is it good? Cause I won't keep writing if I don't get that many reviews -_-. Same goes for here.
I was riding on the motorcycle. It was AWESOME! The moment I punched in a code that Deathy had told me, The two wheels turned to four. They started rotating like a normal motorcycle, except that the air spiraled into the wheels, and left out under it, which also caused a small amount of heating or cooling, depending on the way the wheels spun.
It took me three hours to get to Happy Harbor, but it felt like five minutes. I zoned out most of the way, thinking about what would happen if they figured it out. It scared me more of what would happen to them more than what would happen to me. The amount of hostages was expandable.
He said that I was not.
There was no way of informing them of what was inside their bodies. Of what would happen to them if I tried to tell them. Of the dangers that were so small and unmoving, that not even a blood hound with a deformed ability to smell even a molecule of nuclear radiation (AKA, Bat hound) could even have a clue of the danger that their master might implode any second if I mess up.
If I mess up.
I was using the part of my brain that thought random things that I couldn't control, and that Death thought was annoying and ignored it. I continuously thought that same line, over and over again, until I saw a coast line in the distance.
'Put in the code 33545. It will activate the camouflage mode. It also camouflages your heat and sounds. So no one can hear you coming up. Do this well, and you can go home for the time being.' Deathstroke said. Or thought. Whatever. All you need to know is that he communicated to me, okay!
I saw Mount. Justice in the distance. I imagined what we would've been doing, had I not been kidnapped and other stuff. I wonder what they were doing now, without me.
I noticed that I was a few yards from the beach and turned into a motorcycle that materialized out on the abandoned beach. I rode up and headed toward Harbor Bank, my target.
5 MINUTES LATER
"AHHH" The man yelled as I broke through the glass door. The security guard soon found his way towards the gun in his belt. I jumped forward, pulling out a metal stick that was behind me in my cape. It was a small and thick stick when I pulled it out, but as soon as I flicked my wrist, it lengthened to the size of my leg.
I drove one end of it into the ground before using it as a boost into the air. On my descend, I brought the stick to my face and swung it like a baseball bat into the mans stomach. He fell to the ground with a resounding thud. It made my stomach sick. I wasn't used to hurting innocent people.
'Get over it' The voice said in my head 'Or do you want your friends to find you and have an... accident, I might say.'
'Shut up. Sorry,I'm not exactly used to hunting non-villains. I'm a hero, remember? ' I retorted. Why didn't he just get that? I still walked to the vault.
It was a high security area. I threw one of the daggers and hit the cameras right on their lens. I had all my weapons hidden under my hoodie -cloak, jacket, thing. Those were the only weapons that I intended on using.
I hacked into the mainstream and then into the database of nearby banks. I set off all their alarms. This way, the team wouldn't come here.
"Too easy" I said smugly. They need to focus less on the visual security and more on the technical. I was surprised that no one has ever hacked into it.
After I hacked those, I hacked into this one's and opened the high-tech door in a matter of seconds.
'Okay, what do you want me to do now, oh-so powerful master?' I said. Would he want some extra change to buy some new toys? Or some kind of tech?
'Try not to get knocked out' He said.
'Wait, wha-' I was cut off when I walked into the room. A red sphere had flung itself at me.
"Whoa!" I yelled as I dodged the first attack. The second time I wasn't so lucky. It rammed into my side and I faltered for a second, but it kept hitting me.
"ARGHHH! QUIT IT!" I shouted, swinging the metal pole right into it. It flew into the opposite wall, then turned to a blackish-grey color.
I was bent over, bruised, holding the pole with both hands and using its support to hold myself up, my legs spread in a stance, and breathing heavy. After a few second, I breathed in a long breath and straightened my back, heading towards the sphere that was about the size of my head. Before I got there, a yellow flash flew past me and scooped up the ball before I could reach it.
"What's this for? Do you wanna play kickball with it or something?" He said. His face scowled for a second. "Let's get this over with. We have a team complication to solve. Your just a little hold back."
I snickered. "Wanna bet?"I said it quietly so he wouldn't hear. KF wasn't very good on the listening part, so it wouldn't make a difference. Why was he here anyways? I set off sixteen alarms, so he should be some fifty miles from here.
"Sure, but what would we bet on?" A voice said from behind me. I turned in surprise to see the whole team behind me. You would've my masks whites widen, had they not been covered by my hood. If it wasn't enough that Wally was here, the whole team was here! Seriously! How did they even know that I was in this bank! I highly doubt that they would come here by coincidence.
I mentally face-palmed myself.
Kid Flash could run into every single one within three minutes! The exact amount of time that I had been there! Why had I not thought of that! I need to stop scolding myself and see what to do. I should go and-
'NO! You MUST retrieve that sphere. Unless I have to get it myself...'He said. I HATE it when he threatens me! Whatever, I have to get more whelmed here.
I had three options.
Option No.1: Run away, risk the teams lives, and probably get shocked. Put a big X by that idea.
Option No.2: Take off my mask, hope that Deathstroke won't kill them, and probably get captured. Again. NOPE!
Option No.3: Hurt the team, possibly never gain their trust again, get scolded by Deathy over there, and maybe be able to go home.
I charged the team.
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