Hunting Season, Part 2. (477 hits)
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Submitted by Barnymeinhoff (View user info) at 2005-10-01 07:48:09 EDT
I woke up in a hole.
I had first met the twins at the UN in 97. By that time they had started running with Sharky and the rest of the click out at Hole in the Wall. They were a far cry from the airbrushed teen sensations that had fronted the cover of every hero magazine back in the early eighties.
Donna and Trina had been born to straight parents in Sanford NC.
At about the age of six they both became apparent and hit the world headlines. It was the first time that siblings had both developed powers and the fact they came from a god fearing white American family was gold dust for the pro hero media.
They were taken in by whatever program the US government was running at that time and emerged four years later as hero's.
They did the usual young kid stuff like foiling bank robberies and burning rapists. If there was any covert work going on the government did a good job covering their tracks and soon you couldn't buy a teen magazine or pop rag without having their blond faces grinning back at you from the cover.
It was around 91 when the US first organised a hit squad to roll out to Hole in the Wall and take down Sharky. Dreadnought, Eclipse, Bowerman and the Twins had headed out into the desert. About two days later the bodies of the media crew that were to cover the assault were dropped over Washington, The heroes themselves were not among the dead.
The mission was written up as a failure and the hit squad were declared MIA.
That was until 96.
The televangelist Ron Close was fronting a primetime telethon and was going into one of his usual anti superkind rants when the missing squad entered stage right and on live TV Donna twisted his head off. As far as resignation letters went this one was pretty final and their names were added to the outlaw list.
The following twelve months were fucking bedlam. The UN convention was a hurried affair and was definitely a big time out for all the concerned parties. Facts became apparent. If we continued the way we were then we were all fucked whether we had powers or not.
A compromise was reached.
On the whole now we just stick to killing our own kind.
I woke up in a hole.
I stood and started to brush myself down when something landed at my feet with a wet smack,
Someone landed at my feet with a wet smack.
Trina lay at the bottom of the crater twitching and jerking like an electric puppet, her brains slowly running out of every hole in her face. I looked up to the edge of the road and saw Donna standing there with a face like a smacked arse.
"You look like you've opened a Kinder Egg and found a poo sweetheart, got a fucking problem have we?"
As usual my witty north London banter went down like a lead balloon and she retorted with an energy bolt the size of a small car. I knew this was going to get messy and not wanting to lower the property value in the area any more than had already been done I pushed off from the ground and headed over to the South Bank with Donna flying close behind me and spitting fire.
I stopped somewhere in the air above Embankment and waited for her to catch me up.
The emotion of loosing a sister was clearly getting to her and was going to affect her game. Not that it mattered of course, she had been dead the second her and her sister called me out on national TV. From that point on it had just been a matter of time.
She popped up behind the NFT, she hadn't seen me so I launched a concussive pulse at her to throw her off guard and followed it after her to get a shot in on the re bound.
The pulse spun her round and before she knew what was happening I was on her and we were spinning to the ground and tearing fucking lumps out of each other.
She was strong but I was stronger, as we hit the ground I managed to get a few fingers in through her chest and ripped out a couple of ribs.
This should have been the end of it what with her being a class three but she still had an ace and as I leant in to bite her throat out she breathed in my face.
I honestly thought I was dead, the smell alone ripped through my nerves and the world seemed to turn black and white. As a defensive reaction I ripped back up into the sky to try and shake off the fear. I had never witnessed an attack like that, a perfectly synchronised double edged assault, the physical aspect punching a hole through my defences and allowing a low level psychic attack to follow. Not fatal but definitely class.
I would have to remember it and claim it as my own if I survived.
I hid in the clouds and re balanced myself before flying back down and perching on the topmost pod of the London eye.
She was hurt, probably mortally wounded but she was still dangerous and as she was no longer capable of a frontal assault I would have to be all the more careful and expect a trap.
I let my mind out across the city to see if I could locate her.
I was surprised at how quickly I found her; She wasn't even trying to shield and probably thought I had done a runner. Of all the Americans I had killed she was about to be the most arrogant.
She was in the penthouse of a nearby tower, trying to cover her wounds with a bed sheet and fighting a losing battle with the flow of blood. The owners of the suite were cowering in the corner of the room until she glanced over at them and stopped their hearts.
That was it.
To many people were going to die if this went on and to be honest to many already had. Whatever happened I was going to get a lecture in PR tomorrow so I had better put a stop to this now.
A psychic attack was out of the question and a frontal assault ran the risk of further casualties (possibly even me.)
In the end I simply raised the ambient temperature of the top ten floors by twelve thousand degrees, If that wasn't going to do the trick then fuck knows what would.
I sat back down on the pod, had a cigarette and watched the fire, after ten minuets there was no sign of her and a quick scan showed she was starting a new life as a soot stain.
A pity but there you go.
I reasoned the party was over and I was a little to embarrassed about the dead to go back to the flat and get my jacket. I flew back to Golders Green and walked up the track to the old Hampstead Heath station where I was currently dossing.
After compiling a quick E-mail to Caterpillar outlining the night's events I took the phone off the hook and got into bed.
The next Hunting season was only a few weeks away. I would need to get some rest if I was going to be at full strength.
End.
User Reviews
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-10-02 15:31:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
better
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-10-01 20:05:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I am totally into this series. Write the rest now!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-01 17:31:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I gotcha. That's what I eventually figured, but the fact that I had to stop reading in order to figure that out isn't good. I think if you had referred to the hole as a crater, I might have caught on right away. Plus, 'crater' sounds cooler.
A description of their powers or the way they work would probably be helpful. I don't see how super strength and poison breath and invulnerability relates to mental powers, but I'll keep an open mind! On the other hand, sometimes it's good to reveal that sort of thing slowly.
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2005-10-01 08:40:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Not bad. I think it could be made a bit clearer and make use of less narration.
Submitted by PyroBeast (user info) at 2005-10-01 08:32:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff, doesn't deserve to be in the negatives
Submitted by Barnymeinhoff (user info) at 2005-10-01 08:19:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
No worries, all fair points.
He fell because he was stunned and the ability to fly is a mental atribute like all their powers. the hole resulted from the impact.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-01 08:07:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Er...sorry Barny, but you lost me on this one.
He wakes up in a hole, but why did she put him in a hole if he can just fly out? Is that the hole his body made when he landed from the fall? Why did he fall in the first place if he could fly?
Giving these guys all the powers in the world killed the story for me. Apparently these heroes can do anything, and that bores me. You want the protagonist to be inventive, not just pull a random power out of his ass to suit the occassion.
He wants to cut down on casualties, so he kills everyone who lives on ten floors in a building just to get her? That makes absolutely no sense.
I really like the concept, and the little history you gave at the beginning of the post. It's a cool idea.
Submitted by Barnymeinhoff (user info) at 2005-10-01 07:53:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
sorry, heres the link to pt 1
http://www.ubersite.com/m/76217