One Week Later
Atlanta, Georgia – Kyra’s Apartment – Floyd & Kyra
Floyd was sitting down typing on his Macbook Pro, having opened up Word Document. He had opened a document named “Floyd’s Arsenal”. In it he had documented the abilities he knew for a fact he’d acquired and individuals who he ran into with these powers. Based of Kyra’s advice he was focused on organization, this would be able to help him determine what skills he had. Also by identifying individuals he could try to follow up with them to offer them payments for assistance in learning about their talents.
Even better then that he could do his best to monitor & keep up with their location. He’d been learning that his ability was most effective when he was in close proximity with whom he was trying to siphon or leech powers from. “Okay…what’s Ky’vie’s brother name Wowen…Flowen…”
“Owen baby.” Kyra said coming over to him and placing her soft hands on his shoulder. Pressing into his shoulder blades & making a rotating motion she proceeded to offer him a relaxing massage. Making sure her movement was slow but precise to offer Floyd the maximum relief.
“Mhmmm that’s the spot baby.” Floyd murmured sinking back into his leather wheeled chair, his tension eased by Kyra’s soft hands. Leaning in closer to him she gently kissed the sides of his neck under his ear. Her soft lips on that erogenous zone causing goose bumps to form on his arms.
“Awwwh baby, I know who’s the best, who’s my favorite superwero, you are! You Floydyyy, .” Kyra whispered into his ears adding more pleasure in the moment toh her man. Although she was often on his back when it came to business & getting things done. She knew how & when to be the most gentle, an even mix of stiff harsh instruction when necessary blended with an almost perfect amount of nice kind audible gentle affection. “His name is Owen by the way.” She reminded him while brushing her hand through his hair and pullinghis head back pressing her chest against the back of his neck and kissing him on the lips softly.
“Mhmmm’ Floyd responded, returning the favor. For the next few moments Floyd’s lips intertwined with his girl’s before leaning up and typing in Ky’Vie’s brother name correctly thanks to the reminder from Kyra about the actual name of the brother.
“I’m so happy your finally organizing without me having to stand over your shoulder all the time.”
“Me too, but I want you to know your technically pretty close. I mean sure your not actually staaaanding on it but your pretty close, not that I mind. I don’t need any distance from you my love.”
“My love, oh my god I must be getting better.”
“You can’t get better then perfection.” Floyd said offering her a vigorous compliment before going to review the list he’d finished composing once more.
“Jumpan, please just put Luke baby,” Kyra reached over his shoulder scrolling down the screen to highlight the Jumpan alias & replaced it by typing in his government name.
“C’monnnn codenames are better, I mean Luke just don’t got the same ring.”
“Yeah your right, but if I start calling him Jumpan, your gonna get on my damn nerves about being called Midnight Surprise, and the only thing you surprise me with is the depths of how damn stupid you can be sometimes despite how smart you are.”
“Ughhh Midnight Surprise is a fye name, I mean can you even argue? I think I bring a good package to the table. “
“Yeahhhhhhhhh sure baby, but it’s Luke. “
“Okay then what if my laptop gets compromised, and the enemies see we got all the government names. Ain’t this like self electronic snitching.”
Kyra placed her hands on Floyd’s head and turned it to the side to face her so she could look him in the eyes directly. Putting a single finger on her lips she urged him to quiet down by shushing him.Then went to tapping him on the shoulders methodically and shaking her head whle rolling her eyes fighting back a smirk. “Here we go with the depths of stupid again, if the “Enemies” get your laptop that’s going be the least of your problems. Your nicknames ain’t even good, I mean Midnight surprise. At best we can comprise, African Mandingo maybe, and that’s only if I’m really drunk aaand high as fuck.”
“African Mandingo?! That’s racist!!!” Floyd protested jokingly as Kyra leaned away from the laptop having finished typing in the corrections.
“Oh yeah I’m real racist, Mandingo. You get on my nerves sometimes.”
Floyd teasingly punched Kyra’s arm and got up wrapping his arms around her. Pulling her closer till they were chest to chest he kissed her twice on the neck then one extended kiss to her lips. “Noo I don’t you wuvvv me, I’m the best. Best you ever haaaad. You the fucking best, ” Floyd sang the last few words to the same melody from Drake’s hit song with the same title as the phrase he’d just used.
“I’m the fucking best?” Kyra asked as Floyd spun around in his chair spawning some electric sparks from his finger tip to lightly dance across Kyra’s forehead.
“Baby you my everything, you allll I ever wanted. We can do it real big, bigger then you ever done it. You be up on everything, other hoes aint NEVAAA on it, I want this forever, swear I can spend whaever on it. Cause you hold me donw everyyy time I hit you up, when I get right I Prowmiseee we going live it up. You make me beg for it till you give it up, and I? Say the same thing every single time, I say you the fuckin best, you the fuckin best, you the fuckin best, you the fuckin best, you the best I ever haaaaad.” Floyd sang the lyrics to the Drake song getting Kyra to giggle as he got up from the chair and shoved her onto the bed and plopped down next to her running his hands through her hair and kissing her.
Putting her hands out to his chest, as they sat up she laughed again. “You are soooo corny.”
“Wowwwwww just cause I’m telling the truth.”
“By singing Drake???” “
“Singing my heart out, it don’t matter who the original poet is, long as the remix got my soul in it.”
“Okay well put your soul into getting your powers together, so Cornelle don’t rip my head off. I’m snitching to Jesus if we get to Heaven early cause you were lazy.”
“No way!!! You suppose to be ride or die! Ain’t no snitching don’t matter what dimension we in.”
“Shiddddd, so riding ain’t enough you want me to die? Is this what you sing to your others hoes too?” She inquired raising an eyebrow to her boyfriend’s comment.
“Nope, Nada, Never, I got this, we got this, come on get up let’s go to Brusters, ice cream on me. Aaaand I don’t have any hoes, just Kyraaaaa my wifey in training.”” Floyd responded before taking his phone out to type the store into Apple Maps.
About a Month Ago – Atlanta, Georgia - Floyd Banker’s Apartment
“Uh Uh UGHHHHHHHHH” Moaning was heard, and then climax. The aroma of fresh sexual intercourse hung strongly in the air. The sound of a woman panting was heard her nude bare body laying on top of Floyd collapsing in pleasure resting her head full of hair on his chest cooing as he rubbed on his abs massaging his chest softly, licking her lips and brushing some strands of hair out of her face. “Wow, you are increadible Floyd.”
The soft female’s voice soothed Floyd who lay back pressed against his pillows, his elbow around Adora’s neck. “Same to you, oh my god you’re the one I just can’t let go of.”
“Oooooh really Banker, I bet you wouldn’t want Kyra to hear that, she’ll be like Flooooyd Floooooyd I’m gonna cut off your dick.” Adora teased as she leaned over kissing Floyd on the neck.
“Come on Adora, why you gotta be like that?”
“Be like what? Hmm, tell the truth? I love my husband, but I’m proud to say he does not lay pipe like you Floyd. So why not just admit she can’t ride you like me.”
“What you need validation for? I’m just saying we ain’t gotta bring her up.” Floyd deflected not wanting to upset his favorite side chick, he loved arabian women, almost to the point he fetishzed them.
Adora rolled her eyes and pressed her hands into Floyd’s chest digging her nails in slightly. “Say it, Floyd tell me I’m the best.”
“Okay you’re the best.”
“Say it with enthusiasm now!” Adora demanded, while Floyd pushed her off of him and turned her over and then kissed her with passion.
“No! I’m the one with the pants on this situationship, me I’m the man! Your my side bitch.”
“Side Bitch” Adora mused, looking him up and down. I could kill this nigga right now, leave him as a stain on my soles. Naw but he is good at what does, cause if he wasn’t mhmm mhmm motherfucker would be dead, and he don’t even got no powers I can take. Oh well I’m not killing anyone I know honestly unless they fuck me over or they got powers, and even then they going have to be worth it the powers, Floyd oh my god he’d have to have a GREAT power for me to drain him Adora was giggling lost in her thoughts while Floyd shook her shoulders.
“There yo ass go daydreaming again, I mean I know I’m talented btu shit be leaving you in a coma.”
“Oh yes you do, see I know why Kyra can tolerate you big man. .” Adora smiled stroking Floyd’s ego. He couldn’t help but grin a little almost blushing which is exactly what she wanted. If there was one skill this sensual expert of a woman knew it was how to manipulate men especially by using her body & what the liked about it and her.
“Ugh fine you can have some fucking free weed, there’s a half I was finna sell to Timmy in the drawer to your left..”
“Awhhhhh you’re the best.” Okay that’s two points, he got a whole fucking two points today. That’s two reasons not to kill him today, shit the rate he’s going he’s definently going to have to be a Superman clone for me to knock him off Adora rolled over in the bed and pulled the handle of the drawer. Pulling it out she grabbed the Ziploc bag full of marijuana. Opening itup she inhaled the aroma and fell back into the bed the stench of ganja and their activities mixing into a pleasurable combination.
“Hey but look keep your end of the bargain. I’m really trying to get 10,000 X Pills for 10 Bands.” Floyd demanded, although he was primarily in the marijuana market. Ever since he’d moved up to weight he was trying to expand to other avenues, but still regardless of what Adora & others said one drug he wasn’t getting involved with was cocaine, pills however was something he could do.
“Oh okay I told you, just meet me at the spot later, and bring the cash. As much as I love your love stick, you can’t buy pills with it.”
“Hmph maybe not 10,000 but I think I can sling my way into a 1000 pills.”
“500 maybeeee Floyd, but that’s the max. Come on, see this is why I don’t want to do actual busines sometimes.” Adora complained, even if she knew he was joking. The one topic she avoided being comedic about was anything involving finances.
“Fine fine, I’m sorry Adora. I gotchu fr no fuck shit except in bed.” Floyd teased and as much as Adora was mad, she relented & laughed.
“Alright look I gotta go, just meet me later for the X. And just because I like what your working with, I left 15 perk 30’s in your bathroom>”
“PERKS!!!!” Floyd piped up nearly tossing the sheets off the bed, if there was anything he liked as much as marijuana it was pain killers which he ha made into an unhealthy habit since diving into the music business.
“Yes you fucking fien, Alright I gotta get ready to go, mind if I take a shower first.”
“Shit go head gorgeous, but lemme go scoop them blue little pieces of paradise out first.” Floyd eager to get his drugs slipped out the bed and rushed to the bathroom. Spotting the pain relieving gift Adora left behind, he scooped the 15 blue pills into his palm and walked over to put them in his drug drawer with the rest of the pain medication he already had as well as a few grams of shrooms & his own personal stash of cocaine for occasional use.
“Yeah you keep that up your gonna need help.” Adora warned as she walked into his bathroom shutting the door behind him. Floyd had already gotten down to business popping one of the pills and breaking down the piece of another into powder as he heard the shower curtains move & the sound of running water start.
“Yeah Yeah I’ve heard that shit since I was 15.” [i] She ain’t lying tho but I’m a fucking Rockstar I’ll be good, just wait till I get a record deal. I’m pouring up surppp in the mawning, erry mawnin on my Juicy J shit! Pop me a pill, smoke me some gas, love how I feel [i] Floyd rhymed interally in his mind while retrieving a cut straw and snorting a line of oxycodone. After inhaling the medication up his nose he reached for a half lit backwood he’d smoked with Adora prior to sex and settled into his pillow relaxed by the euphoric high of the cannabis & opiates mixing together. “Today’s.. gonna be a great fucking day.” He announced while grabbing his PS4 remote and going to Netflix to turn on Supernatural.
3 Hours Later - Atlanta Georgia – Floyd’s Apartment
Beep Beep Beep Beep! Floyd jumped up out the sheet turning to see his alarm clock was going off and saw what time it was. “Fuck I overslept, ugh shit I was suppose to pick Kyra up.” Floyd rushed to check his phone seeing he had multiple angry text messages from his girlfriend.
[i]Don’t fucking worry about it Floyd, I got it ride already. I swear to god you better of have gotten to high and passed out. If I found out you was fucking around with these hoes It’s over! [/i[ Floyd observed the angry text message and plopped back in bed feeling upset with himself, but also happy that Kyra had extended her tolerance of him once again. Although he was sure he didn’t have multiple fuck-ups until it was over. Afterall with his experience with Virgo’s they’d only fight with you for so long, until the next time you called their line it would go straight to voice-mail.
Being as how Kyra had actually changed his life for the better in a way that all his friends and family, even his mama could tell he did not want that to happen. Still considering he’d fucked the shit out of Adora. Couple hours prior he knew he was slipping up and that over she mentioned at the end of her message could be coming sooner then later. “I gotta get ahold of myself, stop thinking with my dick, but damn Adora pussy so good, at least Kyra the next runner up. Plus her head game is superior so really I’m tripping, cause oooh that mouth damn near better then what’s in the draws now. I’m telling yuuuu, man I just love all these women, Floyd what the fuck you going dooo”
Talking to himself caused Floyd to chuckle. Seeing as how Kyra could be inclined to pop on him to follow up with her threat about making sure he wasn’t fornicating with other women he got out of bed. Making his way to the bathroom he brushed his teeth, and gargled with mouth-wash before heading back to his bed to retrieve the backwood clip from earlier.
“I got so high earlier I fucking passed out, oh yeah these 30’s the real deal, and this gelato ain’t no joke either. “ Floyd knew he was high as hell seeing as how he’d passed out in his gym shorts and gray under armor T-Shirt. 30 minutes later after going out to get the mail from his apartment mail-box, and getting some extra backwoods from his car he’d begun to realize he was facing a whole different problem that he’d never encountered before.
“Yo…I am fucking invisible…this…is fucked…this is fucked..this is fucking crazy oooooh shit.” Floyd clapped his hands against his head and shook in disbelief. “Okay so the crazy dreams was one thing, but invisibility? Fuck, I shoulda seen this coming I stay ignoring situations until I can’t. I mean I got fucking vaporized I knew it, I knew it was a super freak. I don’t know what I thought I got off scot free, fuck. Well wait a minute, wait a minute before I panic I can use this.” Floyd quickly retrieved his iPhone to speak to Siri.
“Siri how far is LA Fitness from here.” I’m going to the girls locker room baby, they shouldn’t give me no super powers. Oh yeahhhhhh you fucked up now universe, shit and I’m hitting a lick on Nakeem that nigga dun owed me god damn $700 dollars for bout 700 yearrsssssss Floyd went to go toss on some socks, only to see the socks were visible so it looked like it was just a pair of socks walking.
“Ah fuckkkk okay damn that menas I can’t drive either, I ain’t got no fucking Tesla. Motherfuckers see a Corolla driving by itself, that’s a sign to call the FBI fuck the police, ain’t no raggedy ass corolla driving itself. Fuck alright If I’m really going hit this lick on Nakeem I need to take my ass to the trap first before the girls locker room, hmm fuck it’s a hard choice. Couple bands or locker room as the invisible man.” Floyd laughed to himself as he was trying to figure out which mission was of more importance not knowing how long this state of invisiblity could potentially last. In the back of his mind deep down but not all the way buried was the fear of how long this could potentially last and the horror he was in if he couldn’t reverse it any time soon.
"Know what...def going to Nakeem's spot, I need the green, for the cash Imma Fiend. " But LA Fitness the next stop, I wonder if and when the hell I'm going figure out these damn powers.
Three Days Ago
Atlanta, Georgia – Stone Mountain Park. – Floyd & Kyra
“Easy does it Floyd cmon you got this.” Kyra spoke calmly trying to get Floyd to harness his powers. He took a deep breath, right now he was with his girloutside focusing. They were out a mountain trail out of site which was the whole point and some logs were planted on the ground.
“I’m trying shit, I’m just..hmm.” Floyd didn’t know exactly what to say, not trying to re-iterate to Kyra how he was able to initiate his flame powers the first time with Ky’vie at her apartment. He still noticed his girl raise an eyebrow and chuckle.
“Oh right I forgot let me give you some motivation, I mean if that pale twilight wannabe be can do it, I knoooow I’ve got the juice.” She winked and walked over a little while away from the logs. “Pay attention I mean I’m sure that won’t be hard, not that at least.”
A few moments a stream of fire emitted from Floyd’s hand igniting the logs. “Ooooh I like this type of coaching Kyra.”
“Yeah I bet you do, keep it up and beat Cornelle’s ass and It gets even better..” Kyra grinned, although they tended to bicker and go back and forth sometimes, they still had that it factor from when the originally got together.
“Shit hell yeah, I mean we do make a good team.”
“Duhhh you need me dummy.” She teased as Floyd rolled his eyes focusing again to send forth another inferno stream further growing the flames rising around the logs. It was taking some getting use to but Kyra’s methods didn’t have him complaining and it was better then sitting around doing nothing waiting for Lincoln to find him and re-arrange his vital organs.
Floyd smiled but that quickly faded as he sat down on a bench looking over at a sign that said “Welcome to Stone Mountain”. A solemn look eclipsed his face as he looked down at the shrubble and pine straw on the ground. Kyra took notice of his changed emotions and quickly took a seat by him placing her hand over his. “What’s wrong Floyd..it’s the visions again isn’t it”
[i]If I didn’t know for a fact she didn’t get vaporized I could swear she can read my mind. [/i[ “I mean yeah I’m not tryna lie to you.”
“New Years Resolution and it’s just May, ahhh I must look good in this outfit.” Kyra’s fingers encircled his as Floyd rolled his eyes and forced a small smirk. She always knew how to make him smile even when he really didn’t want to.
“Shut up, It’s just this is nuts. I mean yeah yeah I started the whole Lincoln thing, but what about what’s next this is bigger then that, bigger then everything.”
“You always talk about how you wanted to be star, remember when we first got together, you said I’m gonna be your Tasha just without our Tariq shooting you, I’ll do the honors if we get to that season.”
“OMG first of all you could never shoot a nigga this sexy even when your full set tripping. Second, I’m serious yeah I wanted to be a star like on TV, I didn’t think there’d be a possibility I’d get wound up in some shit that could put me up in the stars. I just wanna do the right thing, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m the wrong guy, the worst guy for this shit, like the end of the world, and I can’t even get pass Metal Man, fuck.”
“Well if it makes you feel any better, I don’t get better sleep knowing the world might rest in your shoulders, but at least God was smart enough to put me in your life so that we have a decent chance you don’t burn it to the ground.” Kyra’s way of pep talks weren’t exactly the most motivating but realism was better especially when so much of Floyd’s life was starting to feel like a fantasy, and not the good kind.
“Yeah I get it, one step at a time, I know your bout to say I’m jumping ahead.”
“I mean you are, you just got pass fireworks two days ago. Look there’s a lot of stuff we don’t know, even me and that’s hard for me to admit. And you might be one of the worst people possible for this, but your better then a lot of people. Your hearts in the right place at least, and somehow you ain’t get caught trapping with real weight till now even before you met me, your smart Floyd. You just gotta apply yourself, whatever’s coming your not alone, we can do this. All of it helping people, getting rich, winning that’s us.”
“Thanks Kyra, Forreal this time. Ight you already rolled up?” Floyd asked eager to change the subject as Kyra took out a pack of pineapple games and pulled out a blunt.
“Hell Yeah, we gotta smoke definently with this shit going on, that’s not changing that’s another reason we gotta stay up with business, cause I’m not trying to do drug tests and probation couldn’t stop your fiend ass.” Kyra laughed and locked lips with Floyd the couple kissing on the bench before Kyra sparked up the blunt.
“Aye aye c’mon now we don’t need lighters not with me.” Floyd put the blunt out quickly then sent forth flames from his finger tips to burn the edges of the marijuana cigar lighting it. “Yeah you forgot ya own rule, stay practicing.”
Kyra punched Floyd’s shoulder lightly and stuck out her tongue. “Noooo I was just making sure you rememeber, you passed the test, now pass the blunt too.”
Two Days Earlier
Atlanta, Georgia – King’s Traphouse – Floyd Banker
“Mannn you fucking kidding me you too? I mean I ian’t going lie I rather you then Lincoln, ain’t no way I’m paying a tax to yo ass, no more then 10%” King said laughing as he was vacumn sealing a pound of MDMA Crystals.
“Man you going get 10% effort from my ass then nigga, and that ain’t extortion, that’s my service fee being shit on.” Floyd said jokingly as he caused a he took a few strong puuls from his Juul Pod.
“Naw tho forreal, I hope yo girl got yo head on straight. I mean the streets could use you bruh shit’s crazy, and Lincoln’s tryna drag us into some nut shit, got Tesha, Tay all em in there scared.” King said as he tossed the pound of MDMA into a backpack that had two other pounds of MDMA & a couple sheets of tabs.
“All for me?”
“You got the money bruh.”
“Man I need to just be setting yo ass on fire, Lincoln ain’t the only dude with metal skin bro.” Floyd protested as he picked up the backpack slinging it over one of his shoulders.
“Yeah that’s true, but you know good and go damn well, soon as we figure out how to get over on bruh it’s go time, got my white boy reading X Men comics looking for that fool kryptonite.” King joked as Floyd handed him a stack of cash. “Besides it aint just a Future song no more you really is a super trapper.”
“Yeah to be keep it a buck with you, we really need to stay out the way of Silver Predator. I seen him up close and personal or well with a pretty near ass view, and whatever he got going on above me &. Cornelle I’ll tell you that right now, motherfuckers just dropping folks in the trap and everything else, nutcase even wiping out the boys in blue.” Floyd spoke with disbelief at the Silver Predator’s brazen actions. He’d been filling the media up with stories of his brand of vigilante justice, and people were monitoring what city he was currently in via social media. Drought was an under-statement for what condition the streets where in when different hoods got word that Silver Predator was flying around the block.
“Then you need to be doing everything Kyra say to get yo shit together, trust me I’m trying night and day to find folks from our hood who got powers to help me hold shit down.” King retorted shaking his hand about the nasty situation Atlanta was getting into
“HEY HEY HEY!!! STOP!!!! WHAT THE FUCK” Tay’s voice was heard inside complaining, and then the sound of bullets flying. Flod & King immediately rushed inside the trap house only to see a man in a blue nike track suit covered by a face mask who seemed to be crawling on the ceiling.
“What the fu-“ Before Floyd could react the wall crawler in the nike suit leapt down drop kicking him into a wall. As King pulled a gun, Nike flipped around sweep kicking King causing him to drop to the floor and his gun to roll.
“Ah uh gotta be faster then that.” Nike said spewing a web from his wrist snatching Floyd’s back, and one other back yanking both back into his hands. “No need to fear, Jumpan wasn’t here.”
“Jumpan, bruh give us back the work right now or my homie going run down on yo ass.” King was getting back up speaking down to “Jumpman” who just laughed leaping into the air and landing on the ceiling sticking to it.
“Aye aye aye aye!! Hol up Floyd, go after this motherfucker outside, don’t you go human torch in here.”
“Human Torhc” Jumpman mused but seemed to catch the picture that this Floyd cat might have an ability to. Spinning a web out the window he busted to get in he zipped out the room, causing Floyd to run after him. “Too slow buddy.” Jumpman tossed both bags over his back and shot another web to a different house swinging forward.
“Ah shit..Black Spidey hitting licks okay okay..let’s see how this work. WEB I SUMMON THEE!!!! “ Floyd made a motion with his wrist and nothing happened as Jumpan was getting further causing Floyd to curse.
“DAMN IT COME ON!!!” Yelling a web emitted from his arm sticking to a street pole, whicih Floyd accidentally tanked back causing the pole to fall onto the street slamming into a garbage truck that was pulling around the curve. “Ah shit, ughhh I ain’t paying for that, AYE!”
Floyd suddenly shot forth a web of his own this time latching to a building and ran forward swinging.” Oh fuck OOOH!!!! SHIT” Floyd screamed as he went air borne separating from the web and falling towards the street. “No no no no no!!! DAMN IT!!!” With another curse he fired a web and then caught himself on the edge of a nearby roof swinging forward.” WHOO!!!!” [i] Okay, now this ain’t that bad, I’d prefer to fly but shit some better then nun. Like some decent loud be hitting when you can’t no nugs.”
“What the fuck” Jumpman said to himself turning around to see this other dude web slinging. People in the streets immediately reached for they cameras as Jumpman slammed into a roof not paying attention.
“Oh yeah who the motherfucker now huh!!!” Floyd shot forth web after web swinging rapidly to catch up to Jumpman. The Nike suit thief quickly ran towards a window jumping inside an apartment complex, running through the front door eliciting yells from the angeres residents before Floyd swung in right after him.
“MAN FUCK THIS SHIT!” BOOM BOOM BOOM. Floyd’s heart was racing as he turned around to see bullets zooming towards him. Hol up I see…them hoes Floyd didn’t have a moment to contemplate the shock at how it seemed his perception of the bullet piercing projectiles had slowed. Taking advantage of the heightened reflexes he instinctively did a back-flip turning & twisting his torso to evade getting hit by any of the three bullets that plugged into the walls.
Oh this nigga got me on Spidey mode, oh yeah I need this right chea yessur. The quick moment of celebration turned to panic as he slammed into a wall. Falling backwards and feeling his head pound he grabbed ahold of a door handle and rose up running after Jumpan who was already leaping out of the building bursting through a window in the hallway.
“God damn it! Gimme my pack!!!” Floyd yelled as he rushed forward leaping out the window and spinning forth his own web swinging after the man. As the man swung around a bill board, Floyd spun a web attaching himself to the same Money Man bill-board yanking himself forward.
“Nope the fuck no.” Jumpman did a back-flip smacking the bill-board off it’s hinges then leapt to another roof top. Floyd yelled as the bill-board he was attached too was falling as well as him.
“I’m really going beat yo ass!!!” Floyd broke off the web and leapt forward his feet planting firmly on the brick in-front of him. Managing to balance himself he then leapt up and rolled onto the roof seeing Jumpan was two buildings down. “Ight enough with the circus shit.”
Floyd ran forward jumping leaping roof to roof as Jumpan manifested a web from his arm to swing to the right, Floyd let loose a fire ball tearing through Jumpman’s web causing him to plummet and smash into a balcony. “DAMN!”
“Bout time!” Floyd took no time sliding a web from his left arm attaching to the backpack and other bag yanking both up to his hands. “Okurrrrr” Without a moment to celebrate he saw Jumpan had webbed a fire hydrant and swung it up and around until it smacked Floyd in the chest knocking him off the building. The niked thief took the brief moment to leap up grabbing the backpack inh is right hand and the other box in his left.
“Your good copy cat but I’m Jumpan.” The masked criminal turned to spin a web to a building across the street but right before he ould pull himself Floyd had came up the building and wrapped his elbow around Jumpan taking him to the ground causing him to drop both as Floyd went to punch the masked man who rolled out the way and kicked Floyd in the nuts causing him to scream out as Jumpan then balanced on his palm and spun around vertically sweep kicking Floyd through a door on the roof.
“Come on then you wanna fight mother-fucker, bring it.” Jumpan said as Floyd struggled to get up from the rubble Jumpan did a summer salt and then slid his leg down kicking Floyd in his left leg with force causing him to yell as Jumpan then elbowed him in the nose drawing blood then jumped up with both legs up twisting in mid air and elbowing Floyd in the chest then catching himself with the palm of his right hand and kicking Floyd down the stairs of the complex. Not even letting him fall he fired a web into Floyd’s neck yanking him back then kicking him through the wall of the fire entrance smashing into rubble. Floyd groaned and then lay in the rubble.
“Alright remember when you copy Black Spidey, and he gives you five chances to run he’s probably trying to save you money on your health insurance. I was a lil worried bout your parlor trick, but you know what they say can’t out do the original at well being original. Don’t be mad my my baby mama’s brother been teaching me karate for the past year for free Zaza, the powers is just a bonus so average joe’s ain’t in my league, but even if you can copy the sauce I got you ain’t got flavor kid.” Jumpan gloated as he picked up both containers full of drugs before throwing a final kick into Floyd’s chest causing him to groan. “Alright the drugs are mine.”
Jumpan turned to walk only to be yanked back by webbing that portruted from Floyd’s hand that emerged from the rubble. “Not yet motherfucker, maybe I ain’t got the flavor, but I do.”
WHACK WHACK POW, Jumpman had yanked Floyd up by the web smacking him in the face twice then kneeing him in the head causing Floyd to stumble back seeing stars. “Fine I will whoop yo ass completely, come on bruh what you want check up, broken arm or critical condition, I been on my spidey shit for four months, what you got dumb ass fifteen minutes?”
“I got a bad bitch with a fat ass, $4500 dollars missing, I think you cracked my rib cage, and oh yeah I dropped my fucking phone at my potnas crib and find my iphone ai’t set right now!!!!” Floyd screamed as he charged Jumpan who leapt out the way shooting webbing at Floyd’s eyes.
“NO!” Floyd felt his head tingling and instinctively moved out the way at the last minute, Jumpan shot a web at a piece of the broken door swinging it towards Floyd only for him to fire a blast of fire burning through the door and hitting Jumpan causing him to scream as he was knocked back while his track suit was burned.
“Ayeee!!! I cannot do that what the fu”
“My turn prick” Floyd leapt forward rolling then moving up with a kick into his burnt opponent knocking him down the same flight of stairs. As Jumpan quickly recovered leaping forward Floyd shot him down with another blast of fire sending him crashing down the stairs. “You can’t but I can.”
Turning to make sure both packages of drugs were safe, Floyd quickly webbed them and hung over the roof dropping them on the balcony below, then spewing web from his fingers on the glass exit to prevent the owner on the room below from getting to them without breaking through the spider webbing. In the time it took to do that the burned hero had jumped forward punching Floyd and swept under his foot then grabbed Floyd’s head and used his full body weight to slam him into the ground.
The off guard attack had seriously injured Floyd more so then before with the blow to the cranium. “STAY DOWN” Jumpan raised his right foot up then brought it down wthi force into Floyd’s upper chest causing him to cough up blood, then raised him up and punched him into the ground then began a flurry of punches not giving Floyd time to react.
“FUCK!!!!!!!” Floyd yelled out as his entire skin became encased in metal, the final punch Jumpan throwing with full force causing his own fist to be bent causing him to scream, Floyd then grabbed the man and slammed him through the wall and threw one punch into his stomach causing Jumpan to cough up blood the force of which knocked him almost unconscious. Floyd strained from switching the power he was linked to and his skin reverted to normal.
“Ooooh shit..damn fuck..that hurt..damn..bruh cheating ass…..”Jumpman howled in pain as Floyd shook his head.
“Man you just whooped my ass Tuesday through Sunday, and tried to steal my dope I just bought and my potnas. I ain’t tryna hear it, come back to my spot or any thing like it and I will fuck you up forreal, you ain’t seen the half of it. I was going easy on you cause I fw where you got the song from.” Floyd said huffing and puffing indicating he was clearly lying and a few moments from passing out himself.
“Nigga you a damn lie…but you got it, Lincoln ain’t paying me enough for this shit. Motherfucker out here taxing folks and robbing em too, but he ain’t tell me I was hitting a lick on Spider Collosus Torch.” Jumpan groaned in pain as Floyd leaned over the roof shooting a web to his drugs and pulling them up. Opening up his now torn backpack he tossed Tay’s box of drugs in there and zipped it up.
“Bruh you right I’m telling more then a lil fib, but if you tryna work with someone that ain’t sending you to lick what he already hitting on, hit my line we can talk, gotta business card for ya dumb ass.” Floyd reached in his pocket taking out a partially singed card and dropped it on his chest before leaping off the roof with the backpack only to hit a balcony below being too tired to spin a web then falling again to another one yelling about hi sback.
“Fuck…I’m done with shit fuck.” Floyd muttered as he made his way inside the complex, and took the stairs heading back to King’s spot. [i] Man this the second time in a week I got my ass beat..fuck..man..trapping ain’t it no more I’m finna try being ah internet comedian or sell internet clothes, shit internet something I’m hurting in places I ain’t think I was going be hurting again since I quit fighting shit. [.i] Trudging along till he was ground level he rushed to a nearby alley, then disappeared into the streets making off with his drugs after the fight he had with the elusive jumpan swinging across a couple different high rise apartment complex’s. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit, matter fact I almost didn’t get paid and I’m bleeding all on my white air forces damn!!!!” Floyd grew irritated as once he was out of range from Jumpan he felt all the extra stamina, speed & strength evaporate as he started limping to the bus stop. Tay going have to catch up with me later, THIS is a tax my boy..gotta be.
Yesterday
Atlanta, Georgia – Lenox Mall – Floyd Banker
“Okay so..Midnight..Surprise, what are you a fucking pornstar? Nigga like you are ridiculous Oh my god!!!!! And you want me to be your merch girl me?” Floyd’s close friend Jada responded with anger. Brown skinned, black hair hanging to her neck, a red T shirt & blue Jeans. She was working in the center of the mall near a stand with a rack of clothes around it. Different clothes that she’d personally branded where hanging around on the right and left.
“I mean come on Jada, you helped me with the trap wear back in the day, what’s wrong with Midnight surprise.” Floyd inquired with a grin on his face.
“I’m telling you Jumpan go harder.” The nike suited vigilante Floyd had got into a fight with yesterday responded and took a seat on one of the three leather couches near the stand.
“Aye I gotta agree Luke’s got style.” Jada said with encouragement towards Jumpan, always eager to be Floyd’s foil.
“Look nigga, you lucky we even working together. You fucked up my ribcage bro, I ain’t forget that, fucking acrobatic maniac.” Floyd retorted seemingly still holding a grudge with the web slinging lickman.
“Maybe you should be on your game Floyd, if you handle your fucking powers the same way you do everything else in your life INCLUDING YOUR INCOSISTENT ASS TRAP! That’s probably why he whopped your ass with one power.”
“Oh I like this chick, maybe she should be your power coach instead of Kyra.” Luke responded chuckling. “She can be mine.”
“Honey no, me and Floyd’s business deals aren’t going any farther then brand deals, unless you wanna pay premium for a lawyer I mean nigga you alwaaaays going need one of those don’t cap.” Jada responded with a laugh as she finished pressing a logo onto a hoodie.
“First of all I got my lawyer game on lock Jada, you know this.”
“Shit, excuuuuse me. I mean that’s the one thing I know for certain you ain’t lying about, cause I be looking up yo damn paper work everytime you go down and you ain’t snitched yet, it’s like you got a couple fucking redeeming qualities.” Jada said shaking her head as she put the hoodie down near some other merchandise she finshed pressing. “But Midnight surprise ain’t it, and before you open yo motherfucking monkey ass mouth, I know damn well you ain’t tell Kyra about ya little nick name. Huh dumbass, I’m not finna her ass mad at me over some dumb shit you did!!!” Jada responded raising her voice at Floyd again.
“Ugh fine god damn it, I just needa fucking nickname.”
“No nigga you need to keep your mouth shut about your fucking powers! You want anickname, get one for music! Keep this shit on the low until it’s together, Jesus, Darius told me about this shit.
“Him too?! Why is everyone putting my business out there.” Floyd raised both his arms in disbelief then shook his head.
“Nigga its you!!!!!! God damn, I don’t know how Kyra does it. Look have her contact my people and we can work something out. In the mean while just focus on your business please Floyd stay safe, you not back in the trap dodging a couple feds I appreciate you and what you did, so that’s why I’m on your ass, and you can’t tell me I ain’t being nicer then Kyra, cause I ain’t fucking you, we ain’t splitting bills. Cause boyyy if we were.” Jada just let out an exhausted sigh and chuckled as she was changing some price tags.
“Fine fine your right Jada, alright I’ll see you. Come on”Jumpan” I told you if you can keep your sticky fingers we can make sum shake, but King going shoot yo ass if you reup with him, so we going to Hollybags, and DONB’t rob this nigga or I swear I will set you on fire.”
“Oh my fucking god, alright man let’s go.” Luke hopped up off the couch as Floyd hugged Jada. Before long they were both heading down the walls of the corridor with Floyd humming the lyrics to a Lil Baby song as they headed towards one of the entrances to Lenox mall.
