Their Only Identity(IC)
New York City, 1989
The New York Bank was quiet on the late Saturday night. Inside there were a group of men all silently loading bags of money. "Shit.. be careful!" One said as he fumbled to keep his balance as someone turned into him. "Shhh! Keep your voices down! We don't want the supers on the way...!" one near the large cart said angrily, turning his back towards the cart to start counting how much they had exactly. They soon had enough they were here for, and made it to the back where their car was waiting. They loaded it, and started driving away. They all took off their masks, laughing. "We did it! No Supers! We're stinkin' rich!" They said. Their laughter soon died out with the laughter of an unfamiliar one. They all turned their attention to a man in a blue and black suit with bulletproof armor under it. He had a silver "B" on his chest, and wore an eye mask. His brown hair was neat, and short, and his dark green eyes were squinting from laughing. "Ah man, yeah that was great... So hey, where are we going to drop this stuff off?" The man asked, looking around.
"Its Blitz!" One shrieked, about to throw a punch. As he did Blitz instantly disappeared with a small gust of wind sound, making the man hit his friend. Blitz appeared in the back of the van, looking at the large amounts of money. He gave a low whistle, pretending to count. "Wow... this is quite the steal... but there's a ski mask van riding crooks fee now... and this seems to be just the right amount." He said, picking up the bags of cash effortlessly as if they were bags of chips. "Oh and uh, buddy. Watch the road." He said as he pointed forward, and disappeared yet again. They all turned to see a tree right about to his the van.
Blitz handed off the last of the money to the police, and turned to see the three robbers being cuffed and shoved into the police cars. He gave them a salute as they cussed at him and in yet another instant, he was gone.
New York City, 15 years later. Present day
Benjamin Chase snapped out of his day dreaming to see a young skinny kid hanging upside down on a rope by his foot. His classmates laughed at him as he turned red. Blitz, now known today as Benjamin Chase, rushed to help the young kid. Ben was much older down, with a bit of weight added to his muscular figure. He also had a small touch of gray hair to his brown, but his green eyes were still lively and alert as well as his features. He now wore a gray sweat shirt with the school name on it with a matching hat, and athletic pants. He grabbed the kid by the foot, unraveled the rope, and held him there before tossing him up in the air to catch him. "You alright Nick?" Ben asked, setting him down. The kid nodded, staring down at the ground as the kids laughed at him. "Alright alright, go take a lap! All of you!" Ben yelled, then turning his attention back to the small kid.
"Hey, Kid... Its okay..." Ben said gently, kneeling down next to him. Ever since he had to put away his mask, being a gym teacher was the best way he could think of of being someone's role model, and to help others. "I so weak... I'll never be strong." He muttered. Ben shook his head. "Listen... There are tons of athletes who thought the same thing as you... But you know what they did? They went against the odds, fought for success, and they became the biggest and strongest out there. So I guarantee that if you work hard and strong in whatever you do in not only this class, but in life, you'll be stronger than anyone out there... Now take a water break and wait for the others to get back." Ben said with a wink and pat on the kid's back. "yes coach!" He said, running off to the water fountain.
Ben sighed as he stood up again, and watched the kids run... Oh how his life changed over the years... He used to be one of the top dogs... running with heroes and fighting crime... now he was here helping kids off ropes... He loved his job, don't get him wrong. But he missed the glory days of making sure people could go to bed that night knowing they were safe under the watch of him and others...
Cas is pacing back and forth in a seemingly abandoned warehouse. The world must die! The world must die! The world must die!
Eventually, a bunch of masked goons run in with bags of cash.
"So..." Cas grins. "Any supers?"
"No, not a run." Says the lead robber, a big, bulky fellow. "And no piggies either."
"I see..." Cas says, frowning. "Drive slower next time." They begin to count the cash--separating marked bills from the good stuff.
Abigail's hands were full, darning a sock. Todd was on the other side of the room, silently playing with some toy cars. Abigail's stomach grumbled, and she realized she had missed breakfast. Her long hair moved to the pantry on her left, fumbling around until it wrapped around a granola bar.
Her hands still full, Abigail's hair pulled apart the wrapper and placed the granola bar in her mouth. She heard a sound off to the side, like a pop or a click, and looked toward Todd. A wheel had broken off one of the cars. Abigail's eyes grew wide. "Don't eat that!" she shouted in her mind, her mouth still full. Todd looked at his mother with curiosity, then slowly brought the wheel away from his mouth, then back toward it, as if testing her.
Abigail had dropped her darning and swallowed her granola and was at the toddler's side. She swiped the broken toy from his hand and picked him up. "You know when I say no," she admonished, "That isn't food." A picture of a big cookie flashed in Abigail's mind. She sighed. "You can't have a cookie," she said, walking to the kitchen, "but I'll make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." She sat Todd in his booster seat as she got out the bread, and her mind wandered.
Supers were supposed to hide their powers. But some just couldn't be hidden. Like Alpha, the man who looked like a wolf every night. How did he deal with that? Todd's power wasn't visible, but it could no more be turned off than hers could. He could never have a normal life. He should have lived in the old days, when supers could be super.
Abigail looked at Todd. "You'll never know what it's like," she said. Images appeared in Abigail's mind, images of fighting. Lifting cars. Surprising criminals. Her mouth fell open and the knife fell to the counter. Todd did know what it was like. He could read the memories of his parents.
The smell of English style coffee floated through the air at Black Goodness Cafe. The atmosphere was pleasant, and the rock and roll music playing in the background was even better. Ryan bobbed his head to the beat of the rock music as he walked out of the door of the cafe, just finishing his last few hours of work. Ryan turned his head violently, cracking his neck on both side before entering an ally way just down the street from the Cafe. "Bring me home boys, I'm finished working and I need to let spook out before he goes number two in the house." Ryan said as he stepped onto a small floating platform made entirely out of ladybugs. Ryan grabbed pulled out his cigarette case and removed a half smoked cigarette from it. He lit the smoke, puffing on it satisfactorily as he awaited his arrival to his loft. Ryan flicked the cigarette butt downwards from atop his now flying platform of ladybugs, "I think i could have rode my skateboard, this is taking forever. I wonder what I should do when I get home." Ryan said to the bugs as he pondered on the thought.
If the former super turned he'd see one of his former students, a blonde girl in denim shorts and a t-shirt, running toward him.
Rose smiled, coming to a halt. "Thanks for helping my cousin. He's... He's a good kid."
Alexander was busy at work inside store selling people the things they needed he nearly used his power a few times he didn't want to shock people with it so he tried not to do it "So boring it is here...I need to do something fun..."
Cas burns the marked bills, then divides the rest of the dough evenly among himself & his goons. "Alright, this aught to cover us for a few months. I contact you as soon as I find another job."
The goons leave with pockets full of monies.
Cas sticks his share in the warehouse somewhere, then goes out for a walk.
Razor observed himself in the mirror of his apartment flat. All of his windows were shut tightly, and his door was locked. Didn't want that annoying bellhop to come up him and catch him in his thief outfit. He ran his hands over the tough fabric of his black and grey 'stealth' suit. He was thinking of adding something like...a cloaking system? Or, just something that could help him with dodging the cops. Sure, his super-speed was awesome, but if he ran at full speed for a long time he'd get tuckered out waaay too quickly. He needed something...more. Razor grunted, and began walking away from the mirror in long, agile steps. No one would mind if he walked around outside in his outfit, right? As he thought this, his doorbell started to ring.
Razor frowned under his mask and walked towards the door. Instead of opening it, the thief-turned-villain pressed the hilt of his Energy Katana against the wooden door and clicked the button.
With a hiss of steel against wood, the blade pierced right through the door and, with a squelch, right through the bellhop. Razor opened the door, dragged the body in, before locking the door once again. He took a glance at the dead body before going into the bathroom and retrieving a wet towel. He proceeded to wipe up the blood. No need for everyone to get suspicious, right? Once he was done, the villain stared at the corpse. What was he supposed to do with this?
"It was his fault." Razor muttered blankly, staring at the quickly-stinking corpse. With no other options, he picked it up and threw it out of the window. The apartment complex was right above an alley. No one would notice. With this thought, the costumed villain leaped out of his broken window and, in a surprising display of agility, onto the roof closest to his. He lived in the 'ghettos', the only place he could afford, so there wouldn't be anyone who'd realize that he was a televised villain. Razor quickly began hopping roofs and blurring around his neighborhood, searching for that one semi-rich bank he could steal from.
The lady bugs fly Ryan to his house, where he steps off and into his bedroom window. Once there, Ryan puts a leash on his dog, and takes him out for a walk. Ryan did this all so fast, he didn't even have time to get out of his work uniform yet. As Ryan steps outside his building with his dog, he could feel the weather change slightly. While Ryan takes Spook for a walk, his pet bulldog, he could hear sirens bellowing in the distance. "Probably a car chase. I wonder if it'll come this way." Ryan ponders, as he stops for Spook to do his "Business". As Ryan starts to walk back towards his house, a mosquito lands on him. Unaware that Ryan can communicate with bugs, the mosquito gets frightened when he understands Ryan's words for the first time. "Hey there little guy. What's going on?" Ryan tries to say in a friendly manner. In result, the mosquito dies of a heart attack from being so scared. "I didn't know a mosquito could die like that." Ryan said as he watched the little bug body fall off his hand.
Ben turned around when he heard someone yell coach. He gave a smile as to who it was, Rose. He nodded at her words, giving a smile. "All in a days work." He said, and mentally kicking himself for using one of the corniest super hero lines in the book. "I mean, yeah. He is. He's a hard worker in this class... can't say if he is in any other." He said with a smile. "How are you?" He asked. He knew she was a super, and her power was rather odd and dangerous, but it wasn't something to turn her away from. He was actually fascinated by it.