As Katherin walked down the street she practiced not turning everything she touched into ice. She was starting to feel like that girl in that Disney movie. Like the girl she was determined not to hurt others with her power. That meant learning to control it. She practiced every day. She wanted to be able to use the ability to make ice but she didn't want it on every second of the say.

Nikki was driving along enjoying the night as she heard the songs of technology singing all around her. In it she could detect the cell calls of people and the rapid percussion of the web and had she wished she could focus on any single point eavesdropping on conversation or activity. She was used to the cloud of electronic noise now and thought if she were a less scrupulous person she could be rich beyond imagining because there was no system she couldn't bend to her will.

Her 57 convertible T-bird drew stares when she stopped at lights it's gleaming black body and fiery red interior harking back to a time when automotive design was art. Nikki loved the car first because it had been her father's and lastly because it had no electronics to accidently gain sentience which was troubling to say the least.

She laughed softly remembering how much Theodore had complained about her leaving him at home but she'd explained to him that a grown woman didn't normally travel with a teddy bear. Theo was the only permanent sentient she had created as yet and by limiting her exposure time around electronics hopefully the only one.

Sentience Inducement was the only power that Nikki had yet to gain control over and was the reason she limited how long she worked with complex systems.

It was extremely painful and poorly timed, after all, who actually enjoyed getting glass in their eyes? It was all thanks to the curse that came with being Hastur -- dying constantly, yet never getting the privilege to stay dead. It was such a dreadful misery that he had to be taunted with possible after life only to come back to this wretched planet that was Earth.



He was probably going down that path, maybe, eventually, someday. For now, he sat atop one of the shorter buildings in the city (what, maybe it was a Walgreen's?) and watched idle city activity from above. Always a quiet spectator, he would come out here to watch the others. The others with abilities, but hadn't gotten them from making a goddamn pact with Cthulhu.

Sigh.

Speaking of which, there was the ice manipulator. She was almost always out here when he was. He'd watch her abilities from afar and briefly ask himself where she laid in this war in morality.



Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

Walt was in costume and in midst of stopping a bank robbery by taking down a gang of armed thieves. He smiled at the armed men and spoke like a whacky kid.

"Woe woe, this isn't the type of program that parents would like to let their little kids watch fellas. Let's make this whole scene more kid-friendly and a little wackier" and with those words he created several cartoon hammers which proceeded to whack the criminals on the head in cartoon fashion, and he also crafted a shield for protection against their gunfire, he had to pour more energy into that construct to make it hard enough, but it worked.

"See? Much better!" he shouted from behind the shield and then made the hammers disappear. Walt made the cartoon character Popeye appear and the classic cartoon character made his iconic pipe whistle.

"Let's show these sea rats what they get for stealing!" the cartoon sailor said and then proceeded to pummel them at a very fast cartoony pace causing cartoon smoke to cover the area where the robbers were getting an ass kicking from Popeye the sailor man. In only a matter of seconds the scumbags were on the ground groaning from getting beat up and Popeye stood over them triumphantly when Walt made the cartoon disappear along with the shield.

"It would have been less painful if you hadn't tried to be the antagonist of this little crime and now you'll be taking a long vacation to the lovely hotel known as jail" he said to the moaning criminals and began to leave.

"Whelp that's all folks!" he said to the innocent bystanders and then created a cartoon flying saucer and hoped onto the top and made it take off into the air. Another crime taken care of and another heroic done, Walt liked his job.

Katherin knew she was being watched. She also knew it wasn't the first time he had watched her. She was almost certain that the person was male. The energies felt male. Which might sound weird to some but not to her. Being blind she could usually to a man from a woman by the way the air felt around them. An added bonus of her new ability was that she could feel things that she hadn't felt before. It was almost as if her ability sought to give her back her sight by stretching out and telling her about the world around her. She couldn't pick out details but she knew how many people were around her, how tall buildings were, things that she shouldn't be able to know without the benefit of sight.@Cynder

Eh...school wasn't today. Mason walked down the city's streets with his hands resting in his jeans' pockets, glancing around under feathery locks of silky black hair. Other than the occasional mugger that tried to get him in alley-ways, he hadn't found completely good ways to test his powers, and it was slightly getting him antsy. He could possibly try to rob a bank and test his powers that way...a smirk formed on his face. Matter of a fact, that sounded pretty good right about now. He wasn't some evil super-man, but a bit of money would definitely help with future escapades, and becoming a thief had always been something he was interested in. He just wouldn't kill any of the guards. That would suck.

"I need something to hide my face..." He silently muttered, throwing up the hood of his black hoodie. After glancing around once, he began walking towards an alley, his finger-tips rubbing over themselves. Maybe...his webbing could work for that?

The day seemed to start pretty normally. Or at least, as normally as it could for the dark-haired man. He had been lucky enough to avoid any nightmares the night before, so he actually woke up pretty well-rested. After finishing getting ready for the day and checking the assignments due, he made his way to the shop where he worked, tablet in his bag as usual. Entering the shop, he made his way to the back as usual, overhearing the chatter of the other few employees there as he clocked in.

"Did you hear about the bank robbery?"
"The guy who took it down was kinda cool!"
"I thought he was kinda dorky, actually."
"Points for the cartoon references, though. Popeye was my favorite when I was younger."
"I heard it was some kid."
"Eh? No way! I was told he was totally hot!"

The conversation was intriguing, and made him wonder a bit. Other superheroes? He had heard about them around, but he still had yet to actually meet one. Then again, what normal citizen often got that chance?

...On the other hand, he wasn't exactly normal himself, was he? It might be interesting to meet another at some point. Maybe their paths would cross someday, he hoped.

Sam didn't know where he was. Everywhere around him was black. He walked around for a few minutes, before he saw something coming right at him. Even though it was dark, he could make out a big monster, pitch black with red glowing eyes. It looked like a dog with a big maw, ready to crunch you in a matter of seconds. Not again! Sam thought, then set one foot back. However, he soon put the same foot back next to his other, standing brave there, not moving a muscle, facing the beast coming right at him. No, I've come to this place because I was done with running away. Im not gonna run again. "You hear me? I'm not gonna run anymore. If you want a piece of me, you have to go through me!" Sam said boldly at the beast, which was coming closer and closer. The beast was almost at a distance that it would jump at him and tear him apart, and Sam closed his eyes. He didn't hear it run anymore, and assumed it jumped.

However, a few seconds passed and nothing happened. The beast stared at him, from around two meters distance. They looked eachother right in the eyes. "Well, what are you whaiting for?" Sam asked. "Finish it." "I'm not here to eat you." The beast suddenly said. Sam was surprised. "Whait, you can talk?" "Ofcourse I can, you can talk as well, right?" The beast answered. Sam was confused. "What do you mean?" The beast closed its eyes, then slowly got up on two feet, and it looked like its whole body was rearranging. Suddenly, it took a form of a human, but not just any human, a human Sam recognised from somewhere. Then, the black faded and the creature suddenly got colour. It opened it's eyes, more human now but still with a red iris. Other then that, it was like Sam looked in a mirror. "I am you." It, or better yet he said.

Sam suddenly got up from his bed. He had the same nightmare again, but this time, things had changed. He didn't run, and the thing he feared the most turned out to be himself. What did that even mean? He got dressed, and looked in his fridge, to find he had once again forgotten to buy food. Darn, looks like I need to have breakfast outdoor today. He walked out the door.

Nikki finally found the address she was looking for and headed inside after parking the T-bird carrying her near empty tool case. It was a small Mom-n-Pop store and their freezer had broken down threatening to cost them a fortune. She smiled an waved to the old man as she walked inside saying "Shouldn't take too long" and headed into the back.

It was an old system and should have been replaced in the 90s but like most of these businesses money was tight and hopes high. The cost of replacement would have broke the bank an put them out of business and no other repairman would have touched it but Nikki wasn't your ordinary repairman.

She set down her tool case and linked up with with the internet and began finishing her CAD work for her mechanical engineering class. She had to waste a little time behind the smelly old compressor room or people might become suspicious. After waiting twenty minutes Nikki reached out and touched the old compressor visualizing it in a repaired state. She had to be careful not to make the system appear new which actually was a little difficult while trying to restore the system with her powers.

Once she was finished Nikki headed up to the counter saying "Well it's back up and working, it should last another ten or twenty years"

The owner thanked her and paid her 100 dollars for her total restoration of the freezer so she headed back out. As she approached her T-bird she noticed it had drawn a crowd as it did from time to time but this group looked ill intended.

While Walt was on the flying saucer, he hadn't been on the look out for more trouble and almost a few seconds later a powerful blast of energy came from the ground below him and it hit the side of his construct. The powerful force caused his cartoon UFO to break and Walt plummeted towards the ground at a fast pace. Walt quickly created a huge cartoon cushion on the ground and he landed on the very soft construct. Where he landed was not too far from the place where Kyo was and Walt quickly made the construct disappear. He looked around for the cause of his sudden fall and saw a big hulking guy with glowing arms.

"You've stopped your last bank robbery cartoon boy!" the man growled and Walt simply smiled.

"Oh you're a big one, looks like it's time for more fun and entertainment buddy" he said with a goofy grin as a laughing cartoon devil appeared beside him. It looked like his heroics had drawn attention, and the man growled and began to charge up another blast of energy.

A ember haired young man sat at a small table outside of café, sipping a fresh cup of coffee. "Mmmm extra cream." He said to himself as he had his eyes closed blissfully. The young man had a laptop opened up in front of him with what looked like a collage assignment pulled up on the screen, though he seemed far more interested in the cup in his hand. He eventually opened his grass green eyes and took another sip of his coffee before setting it down on the table. He looked at the computer screen and sighed. "So dull." He muttered before he moved his hands to the keys. What happened next was quite the sight, or rather wasn't a sight as it happened far too fast for a normal person to process. One moment the computer screen showed a blank page with only the heading Newton's Contributions To Science on it, the next five full length essay pages were on the screen. The man then leaned back in his chair, picking back up his coffee and taking another sip. "Damn, took me longer than I thought." He said to himself, though a slight smirk was on his lips. Though it may have been thought impossible, but that young man had just typed those five pages in that split second. To anyone that may have been impressive, but to Nate this was a everyday occurrence ever since his little accident. The green eyed speed typer closed his laptop after had sent it off to one of his professors and finished off the last of his coffee. "Now what to do with the rest of my day?" He pondered as he looked out into the street and the people who shuffled past.

There were four of them and Nikki didn't need much help figuring out that they were thugs looking for trouble then one of them spoke removing any doubt.

"Dam n I thought the car was hot" said the largest of the 4 a greasy haired sleaze with neck an facial tattoos. His boys laughed at his comment and began moving around her.

Nikki smiled an said "The 57 T-bird was one of the most beautiful cars of it's period.

She'd already tagged into their cell phones and begun issuing the tiny devices commands when the leader moved towards her and tried to grope her. He and his pals suddenly became aware of their cell batteries overheating and started dancing around as they tried to get them out of their pants.

Nikki chuckled as she stepped around them and got into her car and started to leave when their leader tried to reach in and grab her. Having no choice she caused his cell battery to burst in a small but hot bang then she drove away laughing as he squealed rolling in the parking lot.

Sam sat down at a small table outside a café. He ordered an ice tea and toast with ham and cheese. He looked around, and saw some people eating as well. It's funny how so many people here eat breakfast outside instead of at their homes. He thought. He also saw someone with a laptop. At first not much was on it. Then, just a split second later, five pages full of writing were shown on the screen. Sam was surprised. Whait, how did that happen? Whait, maybe it was his screensaver and he made the table shake so the computer thought he was back again. It was only human to try and find logical explanations for stuff that we didn't understand.

The ice tea got brought, and he took a sip of it. He then leaned back into his chair. You know, there are so much people here, sometimes I wish I could just dissapear... He thought. Then suddenly, Sam fell through his chair. He hit his head on the ground. The chair was still like it was before he sat in it, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary with it. However, Sam was laying unconcious on the ground. It was the first time he got unconcious again after the accident...

Nate ordered another cup of coffee and stashed his laptop in the satchel he had sat next to his table. As he waited for the waitress to return he leaned back in his chair and watched the road. It may have seemed weird but Nate had always enjoyed people watching, trying to guess who a person was in a brief moment as they passed you by could be very relaxing if you let it be. He watched as a voluptuous blonde woman dressed in a black dress that was very "form fitting" to say the least walked past the café. Nate managed to pick up a piece of her conversation which went "Yes honey I will be working late again tonight." He took note of the annoyance in her tone as well as the tan line on her left ring finger, showing that she was at the moment not wearing her wedding ring. "Hmmm no ring? That dress is definitely not work attire. Nate thought to himself for a moment before smirking. "We have a cheater here." He said slightly out loud. He watched the woman as she walked across the street and meet up with a man who was waiting outside of a restaurant. The two exchanged a kiss, a passionate one at that. "I should get paid to do this stuff." He said just as the waitress returned with his coffee. "Thank you miss." He said with a nod as he took the coffee. He took a sip from the cup as he stood and grabbed his satchel. He was just about to head out of the café when he heard a loud thud from behind him. He turned and say a guy around his age passed out on the floor. Nate walked over to the boy, set his coffee a side, and kneeled down next to him. Nate then lightly tapped the boy's face. "Come on buddy, this is no place to catch up on your sleep."

Sam, got up, shaking his head lightly. "Darn, what happened there?" He asked himself. "You used your new ability." Someone said. Sam looked up, only to see himself with red eyes in a dark place. The dark place. The nightmare. "Ah come on. Not you again!" He said. "Why do you keep haunting me in my sleep? And what do you mean, used my new ability?" Sam's clone chuckled, and got a step closer to him. "I don't have much time now, but let me say this: we have much to do in the near future." He tapped him on Sam's face, which felt awfully real. "Come on buddy, this is no place to chatch up on your sleep." His clone said with a different voice now suddenly.

And as suddenly as it started, that's how suddenly it ended. Sam opened his eyes, looking like he had seen a ghost. He looked around him, seeing people stare at him, and one guy kneeled down next to him. Right in front of him, with his legs still underneath it, was the chair he was sitting in just a few seconds ago. Then he remembered it. He was leaning back in it, and wanted to dissapear. After that, he didn't feel the chair anymore for a second, he fell, and he hit the ground. Was the chair gone for a second, or did something else happen?

Sam tried to get up, but his head still hurt a bit. He recognised the guy who was kneeling besides him as the guy from the laptop. "Can you move out of the way, please? I might have spilled some of my ice tea." Sam said, acting as normal as possible. He got up on his feet. He saw all the people still watching him, and wanted to dissapear again. He still was a bit dizzy, and wanted to lean on the chair, when grabbed through the chair and almost fell again.

"What the..." He said to himself. He tried grabbing the chair again, this time prepared, and grabbed through it. Again. "Is this chair an illusion or something?" He said to himself, still not wanting the attention of all the others. He tried kicking the chair, but still went through it. "What is wrong with this chair?" He asked, now a bit louder so others could hear him as well.

Nate stood up as the guy got to his feet. He watched the disoriented boy as he half mumbled to himself and complained about spilt tea. "Yeah your welcome by the way." He said as he looked the guy over again. Nate's first thought was that this guy was on something, it wouldn't be the first time that he came across someone on a bad trip. But that thought quickly died after he noticed the guy's hand go through the chair. Nate took it upon himself to help the guy further. He turned on his heels and looked at the crowed of onlookers. "I am so sorry folks. My brother here is on his new medication, one of the side effects is a bit of disorientation. I will get him home now." He said before he threw his arm around the guy's shoulder. Nate then leaned in and whispered to the guy. "You might want to take it easy on the showing off your powers before people get suspicious."

"What are you talking about?" Sam whispered back, not really knowing why he whispered. He tried leaning on the table this time, and once again went through it, hitting the ground hard. Sam was even more confused now. Was he in the matrix and was everything an illusion? Then he remembered what his clone said: 'You used your new ability.' Was that what was happening? Was he having a special ability? A superpower? No way, why would he have them in the first place. And why would he only discover them now? He got up again, this time without going through the table. But this guy. He must know more about it. If I play along, maybe he'll tell me why this is happening. "This table isn't real either." Sam chuckled. "Nothing is real! YOU ALL AREN'T REAL!" He said, trying to be his most convincing lunatic. That would make them believe he was on drugs or that he maybe hit his head too hard, which would be good. "Brother!" He said while grabbing the guy's jacket like a crazy paranoid man, and a bit surprised he actually could grab something for once. "You got to take me back to reality!" Sam didn't know where this was going to bring him, but he wanted to know what was going on with him.

Whilst all of that confusion was happening...

A teenager stared into his reflection, a smirk pulling at his unseen face. His figure was lean, but his form-fitting, dark-colored hoodie showed his defined form. He wore dark-colored jeans, as well, dark, full-length gloves, and along with what seemed to be soft-soled, dark-colored sneakers. His hood was up - seemingly permanently sticking in that position - for the time being, and his entire head and face was covered in a black mask, with what seemed to be a jagged spider-web design zipping down the middle of the mask. As he stared, the teenager slowly fingered the cloth that acted as his face-mask, marvelling at the texture; he didn't know that he could so easily dye the silk his webbing created-

"MASON HUNTER! COME EAT LUNCH!"

His mother's voice definitely didn't sound patient. Cursing underneath his breath, Mason lashed out a hand, a thin strand of web instantly crossing the length of his room and connecting to the door handle. A flick of the wrist, and the door slammed shut with the strength to shake his entire room. Letting the webbing disperse, Mason dashed towards his bed, nimbly flipping over it whilst grabbing the compact duffel-bag as he went. He landed on his open window-sill, and a brief glance downwards showed that the coast was fully clear - he was available to get out and head towards the Saline Bank, only a few blocks away, as he was already in the middle of the city...lower middle-class apartment for the win. His dark form blended in well with the cobble as he easily leaped onto his roof and began making his way towards the bank, keeping silent, bullet-fast, and low on the roof-top, often crawling like a spider whenever he felt it was necessary.

Walt crafted a large white gloved cartoon hand that was identical to the gloves that many Disney characters wore and he made the construct give the stop hand sign that one would see on some roads, just as the energy guy fired off another beam of energy. The blast hit the palm of the giant glove and is cartoon fashion the construct shook itself like someone who had just burned their hand.

The glove then clenched itself into a first and flew directly towards the criminal. The cartoon devil also went into action charged towards the man at incredible speeds like a cartoon character. The criminal released a powerful blast of energy from his body and it knocked the two construct away and caused them to vanish.

"You can't play games with me boy! I am Energizer and I will blow your head off!" the man shouted and then shot a ball of energy from his palm towards Walt. He quickly created a bowling ball that was the size of a large boulder and made it roll at an insanely fast pace towards Energizer and made the blast explode against it showing not much damage. The ball was seeking to run over the super powered villain, but Energizer was able to dodge the attack, but Walt wouldn't the criminal get away from the bowling ball that easily and he made it change directions to go after the villain again.

At the edge of town, Some gang hideout:

There he was. The man in black. About two or three thugs had attempted to jump him but they ended like the rest, Burnt to a crisp. The man walked around nonchalantly, plus he wasn't wearing a mask, meaning the thugs could just seek revenge. The thugs began to call this man Special, a Superhero of sorts. The man gritted his teeth. "Special? Superhero? No, I'm your worst nightmare..Now burn." The man snapped his fingers, and in just a few seconds the hideout began to burn in a Dark Flame. Out of the Black Flame, the man could be seen walking out like of nothing had happened. This man's name was Light.

Light walked around the streets of the City with nothing else to do to kill time. Some people could call him a delinquent just for the way he looked. He sighed as he walked, thinking of pointless thoughts. As he turned a corner into an intersection, he saw the thugs from before but that he had let them get away. He sighed. The thugs saw him and began running towards him at full speed which wasn't much. These people never learn huh?. Light created a gust of wind causing them to be blown into the intersection causing cars to crash, A Domino Effect. Light closed his eye as he walked away from the scene.