The Bolt Episode 10 Virtue
My name is Sean White. After waking up with no memory of who I was, I discovered I could do impossible things. Inspired by the heroes around me, I decided to put my powers to use and protect the people of Alter City, and find the missing pieces of my past. I am, The Bolt!
January, despite it being beyond winters middle, still held temperatures unenjoyable to most. Bolt was lucky that his suit had built in heaters thanks to Light-Speed Laboratories. He had prepared his suit with several upgrades for the winter season. His shoots could now attack spiked cleats so he could run easier on ice, and up buildings. Beyond those issues, running through the snow blanketed city was rather relaxing. His streak left a trail in the snow, and he would sometimes draw pictures with it for fun.
Things had finally started to slow themselves down. Olive was gaining better control over her abilities, and Sean could relax and take anything in. The team at S.T.A.R. LABS still hadn't found anything yet on Vault 52. They hadn't really spoken much since then. Not that that doesn't make sense. Barry had to have been busy. He was The Flash after all.
Abigail strolled down the sidewalk, carrying a bag with her. She had just finished her grocery shopping and was heading back to her car. She shivered at the cold temperatures, and sighed. Most of the day she had been thinking about Sean. He had been becoming more distant despite their talks. She's always able to come to an understanding with him, and she's proud of that. But he never opens up as much as she wants him to.
She stopped and looked ahead of the street to see smoke coming from one of the buildings. She held a hand to her mouth in shock as people struggled to escape the fire. Reacting, she pulled out her phone and started dialing 9-1-1.
In a rush of wind, an orange blur sped by her, almost making her drop her phone. She watched the blur enter the building with a whoosh, lightning crackling behind him. One by one she watched the blur speed civilians out of the building. When they were out, he sped back in, and in moments the fire suddenly pulled in on itself, being snuffed out.
The Bolt sped to a stop outside the building, checking on the civilians as he passed them. Then, he stopped when his sight met Abigail's. The speedster simply stared at her, as if he had seen her before. She titled her head slightly in confusion. Why was he staring at her?
Shaking his head, he sped away quickly, and Abigail watched as he did with confusion, but still held a smile on her face.
THE BOLT
Peter entered the visiting room, and saw Colby sitting in a seat on the other side of a glass window. Peter sat down in the seat parallel to him, and picked up the phone, "Sorry I took so long," Peter said.
"It's been an entire month," Colby replied, "I'm getting tired of this place. When will you hold up your end?"
Peter sighed, rubbing his nose, "Colby, this is a delicate process. I need to play my cards carefully or they'll trace your escape back to me. And I don't want that."
"Otherwise the Bolt may come after you?" Colby asked.
Peter grinned, "I'm not worried about him. Just play things normal. And you'll have your freedom soon enough. I promise."
Sean entered his home with a shiver. He didn't like the cold. Though his suit had built in heat warmers, it was difficult to run on ice. Sometimes he would slip and hit a wall. He was almost certain one of these events was filmed and has gone viral on YouTube. Funny, but embarrassing and slightly hurt his image. Nobody ever considers that it hurt. A lot. Emotionally yes, but mostly physically.
He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV to the news channel. He immediately groaned.
"Reports of a hold-up at the Alter City Bank are coming faster than a speedster runs," The newswoman said, making Sean laugh sarcastically, "Police have identified 4 suspects holding over a dozen people hostage until given the ransom to set them free."
Sean sighed and stood back up, heading for the door when a voice called out to him.
"Sean?" Abigail said, entering the room, "Where are you going, you just got home?"
Sean turned around, keeping a hand on the door knob, "I just remembered I forgot something at Olives, "I'll be right back." With that he opened the door and left.
Abigail sighed and sat down on the couch, watching the news for herself.
"We're getting reports of-Oh, hold on!" The newswoman exclaimed, grabbing Abigail's attention. On the screen, an orange blur zoomed into the bank, "The Bolt has just arrived at the scene and has entered the bank!"
Abigail slowly stood up, inching closer to the TV in focus. On the screen, The Bolt zoomed out with the 4 men, and tied them to a pole. The Camera caught a glimpse of him for a second before he sped off, "The Bolt has single handedly apprehended the four men, saving many lives once again."
Abigail widened her eyes, looking between the door and the TV. Could that have been a coincidence? The timing was too perfect. It didn't make any sense.
Then again, maybe it did.
"Honey?" Mr. White said, grabbing her attention, "You alright?"
"Yes …" She said, "Yes I'm fine."
Olive spun in her seat, holding a thin box on her hand, observing it carefully. It was a package that arrived not too long ago. She hadn't looked inside yet, but she knew what it was. And she wondered why it was hidden away before she found it.
Sean sped into the room and zoomed into his civilian clothing. "Hey there," Sean said, Whatcha got there- ooooh …" He went silent, as she stared daggers at him.
"Hellooooo~" She sung, "Look what I found. A package from Cisco," She stood, "This wouldn't happen to be the suit we ask him for? The one he made for me?"
Sean tried to form an excuse but drew at straws, and awaited her scolding.
"Sean," She asked, "Why did you hide this from me? You said as soon as the suit arrived, I could go out with you on patrols."
"I-It's just-well," Sean stuttered, "I was …worried. I wanted to make sure you were ready before you went out there."
"Sean, you had your powers for a total of a few days before you put on the mask. It's been a month since I told you about my powers. I think it's time. I've been practicing a lot. I'm ready."
Sean sighed, "I was just looking out for you."
"I know," She said, kissing his cheek, "But next patrol, I'm going with you."
"Deal."
Olive put the box down on the table, "In the meantime, how's your new ability coming along?"
Sean sighed, "I'm working on it. It's so strange. The Flash hasn't found anything on it yet. It's completely new."
"But as long as you have it under control, it should be fine, right?"
Sean shrugged before sitting down at the table, typing on the computer, "Putting that aside, I still haven't found anything on Vault 52, and neither has Team Flash."
"So stop worrying about it for now," Olive started massaging his shoulders, "You need to take a deep breath and relax for once. You have way too much stress."
Sean pins his head to the table, "I can't I'm a super hero, I don't get breaks. I don't get breathers."
"Fair enough," She lightly smacked the sides of his face before walking to the window on the other side of the room, and opening it, "The point is, you need to take some pressure off. You need me out there with you. You can't do this alone forever."
Sean looked at her and sighed, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just being over protective. Next time I head out, you can come with me. Deal?"
"Deal."
The cell was cold and damp. Colby wasn't a fan of his 'home'. He had been waiting to escape for over a month now, and he had started to doubt that Peter would hold up to his word. He wished he at least had a bouncy ball to throw against the wall. Just something to entertain him. All he had was a cellmate he didn't want to be around.
"Colby," His cellmate said, "You seem anxious."
"Just waiting," Colby said.
"For what?"
As if on cue, there was an explosion in the distance. The sound of men screaming was heard and one of the guards landed in front of the cell with a thud.
A man in armor walked up to the cell. He wore a metal mask with mirror lenses for eyes. The mask was painted black to match his clothing, which consisted of armor plating. Guns were holstered to his hips along with a dagger. "Colby Andrews," he said, his voice deepened by a voice modulator, "You're late for your appointment."
"And who's fault is that?" Colby said, standing up, "Just get me out of here!"
The man grabbed onto the bars and pulled them out of their hinges with great strength, and threw them to the side, "Let's go."
Colby turned to his cellmate to stood in shock, "Sorry pal, I've got places to be." With that, he left with his new comrade.
Colby and the armored man entered Peter's office. The armored man stood to the side of the door, and looked to Colby, "Peter will join you shortly," he said.
"Thanks. So what should I call you?"
The man started walking through the door, "That's a secret," he said, closing the door.
Colby sat in the office for a few minutes before Peter showed up, and sat at the desk, "Good to see you, Colby. I told you I'd hold up my end."
"Appreciated," Colby said, "So now it's my turn. You want me to push The Bolt to his limit, right? Make him stronger?"
"That's right," Peter replied, "I want his powers to grow stronger, more powerful."
"What do you need him to grow stronger for?" Colby asked, "What exactly is your end game?"
Peter sighed, "It's complicated but I'll tell you this. I've been granted something previously, and everything I've done since then is because of that. I want to change the world, and the future itself."
"I don't understand," Colby said.
"That's ok, I don't expect you to. Not many people know the whole plan."
"Does my sister?" Colby asked, sitting up, "I assume she does. You must tell her everything, correct?"
"Not everything. I haven't told her you're here yet," Peter sat forward, "Back to business, I want you to confront The Bolt, but not while he's in costume. If we are to drive him into a stress built state, he needs to be …surprised. You're not attacking The Bolt. You're attacking Sean White."
It was somewhat late at night, the sun just set minutes ago. Olive and Sean were walking back from the theatre. It was their first actual date since they got together and it was going well. A crowd of people were leaving the cinema, talking about the movies they had seen. "I'm surprised they were still playing Beauty and The Beast," Olive said, "I thought it was out of theatres."
"I guess not," Sean said, "It was really good. Though, was Belle's voice autotuned?"
Olive nodded her head, "I don't see why. They should have let her sing naturally. Or at least cover it up. Beyond that, good. I hear the theatre play is being performed in a few weeks."
"Oh we should definitely go see it," Sean exclaimed, earning a laugh from Olive.
The night had grown somewhat older as the two teenagers walked through the snow. The lights had begun to come on throughout the streets, illuminating the way for them. For a few minutes now, Sean had been silent while Olive held his arm, she cleared her throat to get his attention, "Sean, everything alright?"
Sean sighed, "Just a lot on my mind still. I've discovered I have a hard time letting these things go."
"Well, that's why I'm here, isn't it?" Olive asked, "To help you carry the weight."
"But you shouldn't have to," Sean said, "If it's too painful, I don't want you carrying weight that isn't yours. It wouldn't be fair of me."
Olive kissed his cheek, "You're sweet, and kind. But if I choose to carry the weight, you can't stop me. You'll see that no matter how long it takes."
"Patience is a virtue, right?" Sean said.
"I've been meaning to bring that up," Olive said, "I like that word. I was thinking maybe-"
Waves of energy suddenly hit the ground in front of them, stopping them in their tracks. They leaped back and searched around for the source of the attack. Colby walked out from the alleyway, his energy gloves in hand, "Sean White? Or should I address you as …The Bolt?"
Immediately after hearing that name said, Sean sped himself and Colby through the alley and into an empty clearing, throwing him to the ground, "How do you know who I am?!" He exclaimed.
Colby stood up, laughing, "I have my ways. It was surprising finding out who you were. Just a kid and nothing more. Thinking he can play hero."
Distressed as he was, Sean was unable to avoid the next energy attack Colby through at him. He went flying into the wall and bounced off it, hitting the ground with a thud. "This makes things so much easier on me though, now you can't hide anymore."
A shot of purple energy sent Colby to the ground, Olive ran into the alley and helped Sean up, "Are you ok?" She asked.
As Colby stood up, he sent a stream of energy at the two. Sean immediately responded with a stream of electricity. The two streams collided and the energy desperately tried to escape the collision. Sean's hands started to grow hotter from the energy, almost burning despite his quick healing.
"Too bad kid," Colby said, "You're pathetic. Each one of you Meta-Humans need to be put in your place!"
As if triggered by anger, energy surged through Sean and shot at Colby, sending him flying to the roof above. As the energy cleared, Sean fell to his knees, then proceeded to faint. Olive caught him in her arms, and shook him, "Sean?! Are you ok?! Wake up! Sean!"
Sean opened his eyes to an empty room. The environment around him looked dull in color, and occasionally, something would flash with light. Sean walked through the empty halls and saw something flickering in the distance. A voice was growing stronger and stronger. Scientist ran by him in slow motion, dropping their belongings as they went. Sean turned the corner to find a boy on his knees.
No, it wasn't just a boy.
It was him.
The other Sean was bleeding electricity, looking around himself in fear and holding his head. When he moved, it was instantaneous, and fearful. He was only there for a moment when he then ran out of the halls.
As he moved, Sean was suddenly pulled along with him. They ended up on the streets, when the whole world went dark.
" …Sean …"
" …Sean!"
Sean bursts awake on his bed, Olive sitting by his side. Sean panted, holding his chest tightly. "Sean, are you ok?!" Olive asked, worried.
Sean looked to her after catching his breath, "Yeah, I'm ok," He said.
"Good," she replied, "Because your parents want to talk to you."
Sean stepped to the bottom of the stairs, where his parents were sitting on the living room couch, Ethan's arms were crossed. "Hey guys," Sean said awkwardly, "What's going on?"
"We need to talk, Sean," Ethan said firmly, "Olive brought you here on our orders. When she got here you were passed out. She said you tripped and fell but we both know that's not true. So, I'm only going to ask this once. What happened?"
Sean was hesitant to answer, and Abigail could guess as to why. Sean had been secretive but they thought that was just a teenager thing.
Abigail realizes now, it may be more than that.
"It's …complicated," He answered.
"That's not good enough anymore!" Ethan shouted, catching Sean off guard, "For months you've been getting home late and keeping secrets! What could you be hiding! Because whatever it is, you are going to tell us! Right now!"
Sean clenched his fists. He wasn't sure why he did what he did next, but it somehow felt good.
Sean stood up as Ethan did, took a step forward, and punched Ethan in the face.
Everyone in the room froze, Ethan could only look as Sean in shock.
"You know nothing about me," Sean said, "You aren't my father. You never will be," Sean turned his back to Ethan and went back upstairs, slamming the door to his room.
Ethan was about to follow him when Abigail grabbed his shoulder, "Don't."
"He needs to be punished!" Ethan said.
"Well maybe he's already punishing himself!"
Silence grew between them, and Abigail left the room with a huff.
Sean slammed the door to his room shut, and sat down on the bed. He didn't fully understand why he had acted that way. But he was so full of anger that he didn't care. He could feel an anger, a fire in his chest that hurt so much. He slammed the palm of his hand into the wall, sparks flying from them. He needed to get his mind off it. So, he sped into his costume and hopped out the window.
White lightning crackled through the streets, zooming by with a gust of wind. He was doing it again. Running angry. He searched around desperately for something to do. People to fight. Just anything! Anything to take out his anger on!
He stopped on top a building and looked over the city, gleaming with lights, and sighed. He missed when this all started, it was slightly light-hearted. Then he met Charley and got a glimpse at a world without heart. He just wanted to help.
But was that enough of a purpose anymore?
Bolt suddenly caught sight of a man standing on the street below, waving his hands.
It was Colby.
The Bolt sped to the ground and stood two yards away from him, clenching his fists, "How did you find me?"
"You wear bright orange and you're wondering how I found you?" Colby retorted.
Bolt took a step forward, "You want to do this? Fine. Bring it on."
"Getting right to the point, are you?" he asked, "Shame, I was hoping I wouldn't have to end it so soon."
"Why is that?" Bolt asked.
"No reason."
That didn't sound suspicious at all. But it was enough to raise his interest.
"Why do you want me dead so badly," Bolt asked, "There are plenty of other more well-known Meta-Humans out there you could take on."
"Nah," Colby retorted, "I think I'll benefit more fighting you instead."
Benefit? Now he knew something was up.
"I wanna see how far you'll go to stop me," Colby said, "Come by the train yard tomorrow night, and we'll finish this."
"Why can't I just take you down now?" Bolt questioned, "Make it easier on me."
"Simple," Colby suddenly threw a flash grenade onto the ground, blinding The Bolt. When the light cleared, Colby was gone.
"Ah great," Bolt sighed, "Fine, tomorrow it is."
Olive placed the thin box on her bed, running her hand across its surface, "I swear Cisco, if you made it pink," she opened the box and carefully looked inside, "Oh thank goodness," She said with a sigh, closing the box. This was really happening. She was going to be a vigilante with Sean. It made her nervous, but happy. She finally felt confident about her powers.
A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She walked over and opened it, seeing Sean at the door.
"You tried on that costume yet?" He asked.
"No, why?" She replied.
"Because you're going to need it tomorrow."
As the sun came up, to when it began to decent, Sean had spent all his time in his room, waiting, and thinking. Mostly to avoid his parents for the day, who he only faintly heard talking downstairs. He was going to take down Colby and make sure he never escapes again, and protect Olive in the process.
Downstairs, Abigail paced back and forth as her husband continued to rant.
"He's gotten out of control, Abigail," Ethan said, "You can't keep protecting him like some puppy! He needs to understand punishment! You are not a psychologist so you can't keep making these empty judgements!"
"Ethan," She said, "I know what he's feeling. I can sense it. Any punishment we give him will be no worse than any one he gives himself!
"You don't know that! You can't know that! Whether you like it or not, it's clear that you are acting this way because of Daniel!"
Abigail stopped pacing and stared daggers at him, "Don't bring that up-"
"Why not?!" Ethan interrupted, "Why not bring it up?! We can't spend our whole lives ignoring the issue! Look, I understand, I really do," Ethan takes a step toward her, "You see Sean as a second chance, I get that. But you can't keep thinking like that. You have to treat him right. And sometimes that means punishing him."
"He doesn't need punishing-"
"That's not for you to decide!" Ethan shouted, creating silence between them.
"… Sean should be here for this talk," Ethan said, heading upstairs.
"Wait!" Abigail shouted, going after him, "You don't have to drag him into this it's not fair to-"
As Ethan opened the door, Sean was gone, his window wide open, his curtains moving in the wind.
"Crap!" Ethan said, rushing outside. Abigail rushed outside after him, "What are you doing?!"
Ethan hopped into the front seat of his car and started it up, "Finding him, get in!" He said. Without hesitation, Abigail hopped into the front passenger seat and pulled her seat belt over herself. Ethan pulled out of the driveway and slammed on the accelerator.
Bolt walked into the train yard, stretching his arms and tightening his gloves, you ready for this, Olive?" he asked, turning around.
Olive stood behind Bolt, dressed in her new costume. It was a strong fabric consisting of several dark shades of purple, primarily a dark violet. Her arms and legs were plated with a light metal, as was the sides of her body. She wore a full headed mask, with a single opening for both her eyes. A short cape ran down to just above her waist. On her chest was an emblem, A pair of wings that connected.
"Thanks, and please, call me Virtue," She said, "Been thinking a while on that."
"Ok, Virtue, stick close."
The two young heroes kept spinning their heads, keeping an eye out for Colby.
"So," Virtue started, "How are your parents doing?"
Bolt Sighed, "It's complicated. The secrets I've been keeping are driving a wedge between us."
"What about your dad? I mean you punched him in the face."
"…Yeah. I'm not sure why I reacted like I did. I just …kinda did it. It's hard to explain. Heck, it's hard to explain anything these days."
"Tell me about it. Still though. You'll want to try and fix things between you and your parents. They take care oif you after all. Maintaining a good bond would be good for all three of you."
"I know, but I always have too much going on."
"Because you put too much on yourself. You need to lighten the pressure. Which is why I'm here. Even a superhero needs a break every once in a while. You sometimes forget your more than that mask."
In some ways, this was true. He had been wearing the mask most of the time since he woke up. Maybe he really had started to see it more as himself rather than Sean. As if they're different people. Maybe he did need a break, to separate the two.
Or maybe to join them together?
"Where is he?" Virtue asked.
The sound of a train caught their eye. A train came running by on the tracks. Bolt almost paid no mind to it, until he saw who was standing on the balcony at the end of the train.
Colby.
"He's on the train!" Bolt said, picking up Virtue and speeding away.
Colby smiled and went back into the train moving through the train cars as quickly as he could. Bolt brought himself and Virtue to the back balcony, putting her down. "You head in through the train," Bolt said, "I'll go by ground. Keep him busy, and I'll phase in to take him down."
"Sounds like a plan," Virtue said, watching as Bolt jumped back on the ground and kept speed with the train.
Virtue ran through each train car, passing by people and politely shoving them out of the way. Three cars later, she finally caught up with him. Just before he reached the door to the next car, Virtue used her powers to shut the door on him. Colby saw her through the door reflection and turned around, everyone else in the train car hugging the sides to give them space, "Good to see you again little girl."
"The name is Virtue," She retorted, "How did you break out of prison?"
"That's my secret to tell," He said, "I gotta say that I like the new suit. Really taking the vigilante life, seriously aren't you?"
"I guess I am," She said, looking to the window.
Bolt phased through the train and attacked Colby, pinning him to the door.
"Stubborn, aren't you?" Colby asked, smirking, then holding up a remote, and pressing the button.
An explosion was heard in the distance, rattling the train and everyone inside, "You see I just blew the bridge," Colby said, "And below it is a 10-story drop. The impact would kill everyone inside. And don't even think about using the breaks. I sabotaged them before I got on. Let me go, and you can save the train."
Bolt looked out the window to the destroyed bridge, then back to Colby. Bolt wanted to tie Colby up but he had no rope. And no time to think of an alternative. He didn't have super strength, and no way super speed could stop a train.
"You keep an eye on Colby," Virtue said, "I'll stop the train."
"What? How?" Bolt asked.
Virtue walks up to Bolt, "Trust me."
Bolt hesitated, but nodded, keeping a hand on Colby's shoulder, and removing his energy gloves from him, "Good luck," he said.
Virtue nodded, and moved through the train cars.
Virtue eventually found herself at the front of the train. She looked ahead and saw the destroyed bridge coming closer. "Ok, you can do this …" She said to herself. She climbed out the window and hung to the side of the train, maneuvering herself to the front, and taking several deep breaths. She suddenly found herself holding on rather tightly, scared out of her mind.
"Virtue," Bolt said over comm, "Whatever you're planning do it fast!"
"I'm trying!" She said, "I'm just scared!"
"… And yet you're out there anyway," Bolt started, "You're brave, Virtue. You wanted to be a hero. But to be one, you should always remember why you're doing it. You have to keep that purpose in the back of your mind."
Virtue looked forward to the tracks.
"I know how strong you are, I've seen it. I believe in you Virtue. I always will. I trust you with my life."
It was true, she did have a purpose. She did have a reason for doing all this. A reason to be a hero and save people.
And his name was Sean White.
Virtue pushed her hands against the train. Purple energy started forming around her, "Come on, you can do this!" She said, the energy glowing brighter and pushing against the train. The energy spread all over her body.
To the point where her feat didn't touch the train.
The energy made her float as she pushed against the train with pulses of energy, shaking it and everyone inside. The energy grew intensely, to the point where she was screaming nearly at the top of her lungs. The lights in the train flickered as purple energy traveled up and down it. The people inside hung on for dear life.
"Come on!" She yelled. Her thoughts immediately went to Sean. How if she failed, he would die along with everyone else. She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't let that happen! With one final push, she forced ass of her power through the train, and it finally started to screech. The sudden burst shook everyone inside, as the train started to slow, and eventually, stop, just yards away from the bridge.
Everyone inside moved out of the train, holding their heads or stomachs, or even each other. Bolt stepped out and walked around, making sure everyone was ok. This was interrupted when everyone started clapping. Bolt looked to what they were clapping for. It was Virtue, floating down to the ground just in front of them. Everyone smiled and cheered as Bolt walked up to her, holding her hands, "You did it."
Virtue smiled under her mask, "I did it."
Bolt laughed, "And you can fly! You can fly?!"
"I can fly!"
"That is amazing!"
While everyone cheered on, a car pulled up on the hill. Ethan and Abigail stepped out.
"What on earth happened here?" Abigail looked down and saw The Bolt, hugging Virtue, and looking over the victims to ensure their safety.
"I don't understand," Ethan said, "Sean's phone pinged to this spot. Was he on that train?"
Abigail ignored him and started walking down. Bolt took notice of her and froze, "Abigail?" he said silently, walking away from the crowd and towards her.
As they walked, Bolt thought about what he was going to say. Should he keep up his appearance? Perhaps there was no point. She had to know. As they got closer, he could see it in her eyes. She knew. She had to.
The two met up half way and stared at each other. Bolt wasn't stupid. Of all places to be, he knew why she was here.
"…Sean?" She asked, as if she didn't believe herself, "All this time …all those disappearances …"
Bolt sighed, almost not making eye contact. He looked behind Abigail and saw Ethan not too far behind, listening.
He saw the crowd behind him was distracted by Virtue. So, he sped himself and his parents to the other side of the hill where they couldn't be seen. He stood a yard from them, and took off his mask.
Sean held his mask close to his chest, still refusing to make eye contact.
"So …how did you figure it out?" Sean asked.
"The news," Abigail said, "You left the house, then Bolt appeared on TV. Besides, it made too much sense in the end."
Ethan looked at Sean with shock, and anger, "All this time, you were playing vigilante?" He said, "You could have been killed! Why didn't you tell us you were a Meta-Human?!"
"This is why," Sean said, "I knew you'd react this way. Besides, I didn't want to worry you guys."
"It's our job to worry!" Ethan shouted, "That was …that was …stupid of you!"
Silence formed between them.
"It's brave," Abigail said suddenly.
Sean smiled, which then faded, "When I woke up, and discovered my powers, this was all that I knew. I found the suit, and I just …did what I felt was right. Always. Like a voice guiding me silently. I know you don't agree, and I don't care. This is who I am."
"The hell it is!" Ethan said, "You'll get yourself killed!"
"Maybe," Sean replied, "But you can't stop me anyway. This is who I am, you have to accept that."
"Oh yeah?" Ethan retorted, "What's to stop me from going to the police and giving them your identity? Hm? What stops me then?"
Sean was silent for a moment, before Abigail spoke up.
"If you do that, all his enemies will come after him as well as us, and Olive, and her family too. Do you want that?"
It was Ethan's turn to be silent. This sudden new truth of his adopted son being a super hero angered him. But these dangers are real as well. Revealing his identity would be bad for everyone, not just Sean. He couldn't do that to his wife, or Olive and her family, "I still don't want you doing this. I don't want you getting hurt."
"I don't know what to tell you," Sean said, "I really don't. This argument can go on forever if we continue like this"
Ethan looked between Abigail and Sean, then sighed, "Let's just …go home and discuss this in the morning."
They nodded and headed for the car.
A sudden flash of light came from over the hill, the ground shook beneath their feet, "Virtue," Sean said.
Virtue hit the ground, the crowd backed away from her to give her space. Colby stood a few yards away, his gloves returned to him, "You're strong! I'm almost jealous of you! Manipulating energy to make yourself fly? Ingenious!" He blasted near her, and she rolled away, bringing herself to her feat, "But I am getting really sick of Meta-Humans such as yourself. Thinking you are better, doing what you want!"
"What are you doing right now?!" Virtue retorted, "You think this is any different?! Huh?!"
Colby actually stopped to consider this. She was right, he did what he wanted as well. But his reasons were different, "We aren't the same. Never will be!" He fires another blast.
Sean gripped his mask tight before turning to his parents, "Stay here, I need to help her."
Ethan grabbed his arm, "You can't! You'll get hurt!"
"I have to do this!"
"You're just a boy!"
"Dad!" Sean pulled away, leaving Ethan with a face of surprise, "…This is who I am," Sean said, putting his mask on, and speeding over the hill.
Virtue rolled out of the way of another blast, staring daggers at Colby, "That all you have?" She taunted.
Bolt sped between the two combatants, his fists sparking lightly with electricity. Colby smirked as he charged his gloves. This is what he wanted, and Bolt knew this. He finally figured him out. He wanted to fight Bolt, over and over again. He had been taunting him. But why? Why would he want to continuously fight Bolt?
Right now, it didn't matter.
Colby fired a blast at him, and Bolt fired back a stream of electricity which collided with one another. Bolts power was clearly superior, yet he was holding back. The energy pushed back and forth between one another, neither one overcoming the other.
"Virtue!" Bolt yelled to her, "We need to end this!"
Virtue nodded and stepped beside him, holding her hands out, and firing out her own stream of energy, pushing against Colbys. The energy immediately pushed far against Colby, knocking him onto the ground. Virtue flew forward, and took his gauntlets into her hands, "You've hurt enough people with these" She said, charging energy into her hands.
"No! Wait! Stop!" he yelled. But it was too late. The energy made its way into the circuits. Colby ditched the gloves and jumped out of the way, as they exploded, leaving a mark of ash on the ground.
When it had all calmed down, Colby stood and looked to where his gloves were. He slowly went to his knees, and stared at Virtue in anger, "… Don't you understand?!" He yelled, "This world can't handle the change that your kind are bringing! Someone has to stop you! To keep you in check!"
"That's not true!" Virtue said, "The world can't stay the same forever. Change may scare you but it's necessary. People like me have tried to make the best of that change. You have to accept that eventually. Otherwise you'll be stuck in one place for the rest of your life." She turned around and walked away, her cape flowing from the movement.
She walked dup to Bolt with a sigh, noticing the car on the hill, "Isn't that your parent's car?"
Bolt sighed, "Yeah …"
The rest of the night went quietly. When They returned home, Abigail and Ethan said nothing. But Abigail did give Sean a smile before they went to sleep.
The Bolt
Peter walked up to his scientist, who stood at a computer terminal, connecting to a machine in the room in front of them. The Meta-Mutant was strapped to a table, struggling.
"is it ready?" Peter asked.
The scientist nodded.
"Do it," he said, and they pressed the button.
Wires connected to the mutant, and a liquid flowed through them, into the mutant. It screamed in utter pain.
"If this works," peter said, "It'll be a hell of a breakthrough."
Written by Timelord2024
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THE BOLT created by Timelord 2024
