It was a warm Summer's day in Greenfield. The sun shined down on the city as if nothing at all was remotely a problem. Unfortunately, that was hardly the case. For reasons unknown, a great deal of big-name supercriminals had gathered in the city. Shadowman's Dark Crew had been spotted numerous times, and there had been a string of kidnappings attributed to none other then Doctor Pleasant, along with a host of other terrifying criminal acts. Worst of all, not a single one of them had been captured. Just what were so many supercriminals doing in one city? Why had they all congregated there? No-one knew. Their arrival had emboldened the criminal element already present in the city. More and more dangerous and brazen illegal acts were occurring in Greenfield by the day.
But it's reasons like this why we have heroes, isn't it?
This had not gone unnoticed by the superheroes of the world. Eager to put a halt to this threat to the innocent, many had arrived to discover just why so many supercriminals had congregated in Greenfield. Greenfield had once been a peaceful, relatively unknown US city, but now it was a burning signal to the superhumans and supernatural in the world. Something was going to happen there.
But what?
The explosion rocked the bank. The vault door tore open under the force of the blast, revealing what lay within. It was ripe for the picking, all that cash... Burnout grinned. The fiery-haired supercriminal was pretty small time, but with all the big guys running around, well... this city was basically, theirs, wasn't it? And you could do a lot when you could cause explosions with your fingertips... the yellow-jacketed villain adjusted his red goggles, then jerked a thumb to his armed cohorts. They were guys he'd picked up off the street and armed, competent enough to point and shoot and do a decent job. "Go 'n gather the money, all of you! There's no way that the cops are gonna get past the front door!"
Indeed, he'd set up a set of armed men outside the bank door. He didn't even keep anyone around as hostages. Why bother? Nobody was going to stop them. They'd just get shot, like those security guards. Or they'd face Burnout's explosive might!
Metal boots clacked on concrete. She'd heard the blast! It was hard not to... so, somebody had gotten some bright ideas about robbing a bank, huh?! It hadn't taken long at all for Alicia to change outfits, and now Blast Girl was sprinting down the street, past stunned and frightened civilians. There wasn't much time to plan, and on top of that people could be hurt! The young superheroine was just going to go in fast and hit hard before the bad guys got a chance. Bidding quick 'excuse me's' to the people around her, Blast Girl sprinted around the corner and skidded to a halt. There were guards out front... They had guns! Well no time to think, time to act!
Blast Girl's personal gravity lightened. This would give her the boost she needed to get close before they had a chance to fire! The superheroine burst into a sprint, then a full-blown run, the wind whipping past her as she hurtled on forwards. The first guard whirled, and brought his rifle up. He was just about to pull the trigger when she suddenly ducked low, one armored boot shooting forward to kick him in the legs. He let out a yelp of surprise and toppled forward, just as Blast Girl's right hand curled into a fist. It snapped up and caught the falling criminal in the stomach, and immediately discharged two shells right into him! The blast of energy sent the man into the air with a cry of pain, and he turned over and hit the ground on his back, and lay still with a groan. One down! There was a bit of panic among the guards as Blast Girl shot to her feet, raising her guantleted fists.
"You just think you can go hurting innocent people for your own gain, huh?!" she cried. The guards seemed a bit shocked. They clearly hadn't expected a superhero and they weren't sure what to do. Weren't they only supposed to go after the big crimes? "Well, I'm Blast Girl, and I'm gonna show you that was one big mistake!"
Charlotte Dyer sighed. Oh, certainly, there were plenty of problems in this town. It's not like she hadn't been helping out with that since she got here. But the thing was, well... where was Doctor Pleasant? She'd been tracking him for a while now. The sick bastard was up to something, and the Blackmoon Witch suspected it had something to do with one of her former apprentices. Oh yes, she had reason to suspect that one of them was here, and had also heard that the good Doctor-no, she couldn't even use that as a joke when referring to Doctor Pleasant-the Doctor had been dabbling in the occult. Just what everyone needed, a violently sociopathic nihilist who thought that everyone deserved to be miserable, dead, or insane... and had access to magic. But she had no doubt some of her apprentices would deal with Pleasant in order to gain access to his medical skills. There were particularly black spells that could benefit from having access to such a skilled medical practioner, and Charlotte had no doubt that Pleasant would wholeheartedly agree to do anything that spread pain and death.
But unfortunately, Doctor Pleasant was covering his tracks well and it was difficult to locate her apprentices. After all, they were both evading her and... their other pursuer. Charlotte sighed again. Some people looked at her, confused. She smiled a little. Their confusion was kind of funny. After all, even in a world of superheroes it wasn't every day you say a little girl wearing a witch costume strolling down the street as if it was normal, and it wasn't as if the Blackmoon Witch was one of the more well-known figures. To civilians at least. She did make something of a name for herself among other superheroes, and there were a few criminals out there who, well... let's just say any time they saw a little girl with black hair they would be cowering in their room for the next few days. Charlotte was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to realize she had taken a wrong turn into an alleyway...
Charlotte came to a stop. Oh, dear. Not only was this some dark alleyway, but that group of armed thugs were eyeing her curiously. It wasn't hard to guess what they were thinking. A little girl, by herself? Why, it'd be easy to kidnap her and ransom her or something. Or maybe they were the kind of sickos who just thought it'd be fun. Regardless, they were starting to surround her already. Charlotte raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm... your momma must care about you a lot, buying you a cute witch costume like that?" the largest one said. He was, in Charlotte's opinion, intensely ugly and bulging with muscles that looked like they had been stolen from a rhinoceros.
Charlotte shrugged. "And you have a face not even a mother could love. It's funny how things work out like that, isn't it?"
He snorted, and the men surrounded her.
Well, it looked like there was no getting around things. Charlotte calmly reached into one pocket. How best to take them all out...
But it's reasons like this why we have heroes, isn't it?
This had not gone unnoticed by the superheroes of the world. Eager to put a halt to this threat to the innocent, many had arrived to discover just why so many supercriminals had congregated in Greenfield. Greenfield had once been a peaceful, relatively unknown US city, but now it was a burning signal to the superhumans and supernatural in the world. Something was going to happen there.
But what?
The explosion rocked the bank. The vault door tore open under the force of the blast, revealing what lay within. It was ripe for the picking, all that cash... Burnout grinned. The fiery-haired supercriminal was pretty small time, but with all the big guys running around, well... this city was basically, theirs, wasn't it? And you could do a lot when you could cause explosions with your fingertips... the yellow-jacketed villain adjusted his red goggles, then jerked a thumb to his armed cohorts. They were guys he'd picked up off the street and armed, competent enough to point and shoot and do a decent job. "Go 'n gather the money, all of you! There's no way that the cops are gonna get past the front door!"
Indeed, he'd set up a set of armed men outside the bank door. He didn't even keep anyone around as hostages. Why bother? Nobody was going to stop them. They'd just get shot, like those security guards. Or they'd face Burnout's explosive might!
Metal boots clacked on concrete. She'd heard the blast! It was hard not to... so, somebody had gotten some bright ideas about robbing a bank, huh?! It hadn't taken long at all for Alicia to change outfits, and now Blast Girl was sprinting down the street, past stunned and frightened civilians. There wasn't much time to plan, and on top of that people could be hurt! The young superheroine was just going to go in fast and hit hard before the bad guys got a chance. Bidding quick 'excuse me's' to the people around her, Blast Girl sprinted around the corner and skidded to a halt. There were guards out front... They had guns! Well no time to think, time to act!
Blast Girl's personal gravity lightened. This would give her the boost she needed to get close before they had a chance to fire! The superheroine burst into a sprint, then a full-blown run, the wind whipping past her as she hurtled on forwards. The first guard whirled, and brought his rifle up. He was just about to pull the trigger when she suddenly ducked low, one armored boot shooting forward to kick him in the legs. He let out a yelp of surprise and toppled forward, just as Blast Girl's right hand curled into a fist. It snapped up and caught the falling criminal in the stomach, and immediately discharged two shells right into him! The blast of energy sent the man into the air with a cry of pain, and he turned over and hit the ground on his back, and lay still with a groan. One down! There was a bit of panic among the guards as Blast Girl shot to her feet, raising her guantleted fists.
"You just think you can go hurting innocent people for your own gain, huh?!" she cried. The guards seemed a bit shocked. They clearly hadn't expected a superhero and they weren't sure what to do. Weren't they only supposed to go after the big crimes? "Well, I'm Blast Girl, and I'm gonna show you that was one big mistake!"
Charlotte Dyer sighed. Oh, certainly, there were plenty of problems in this town. It's not like she hadn't been helping out with that since she got here. But the thing was, well... where was Doctor Pleasant? She'd been tracking him for a while now. The sick bastard was up to something, and the Blackmoon Witch suspected it had something to do with one of her former apprentices. Oh yes, she had reason to suspect that one of them was here, and had also heard that the good Doctor-no, she couldn't even use that as a joke when referring to Doctor Pleasant-the Doctor had been dabbling in the occult. Just what everyone needed, a violently sociopathic nihilist who thought that everyone deserved to be miserable, dead, or insane... and had access to magic. But she had no doubt some of her apprentices would deal with Pleasant in order to gain access to his medical skills. There were particularly black spells that could benefit from having access to such a skilled medical practioner, and Charlotte had no doubt that Pleasant would wholeheartedly agree to do anything that spread pain and death.
But unfortunately, Doctor Pleasant was covering his tracks well and it was difficult to locate her apprentices. After all, they were both evading her and... their other pursuer. Charlotte sighed again. Some people looked at her, confused. She smiled a little. Their confusion was kind of funny. After all, even in a world of superheroes it wasn't every day you say a little girl wearing a witch costume strolling down the street as if it was normal, and it wasn't as if the Blackmoon Witch was one of the more well-known figures. To civilians at least. She did make something of a name for herself among other superheroes, and there were a few criminals out there who, well... let's just say any time they saw a little girl with black hair they would be cowering in their room for the next few days. Charlotte was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to realize she had taken a wrong turn into an alleyway...
Charlotte came to a stop. Oh, dear. Not only was this some dark alleyway, but that group of armed thugs were eyeing her curiously. It wasn't hard to guess what they were thinking. A little girl, by herself? Why, it'd be easy to kidnap her and ransom her or something. Or maybe they were the kind of sickos who just thought it'd be fun. Regardless, they were starting to surround her already. Charlotte raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm... your momma must care about you a lot, buying you a cute witch costume like that?" the largest one said. He was, in Charlotte's opinion, intensely ugly and bulging with muscles that looked like they had been stolen from a rhinoceros.
Charlotte shrugged. "And you have a face not even a mother could love. It's funny how things work out like that, isn't it?"
He snorted, and the men surrounded her.
Well, it looked like there was no getting around things. Charlotte calmly reached into one pocket. How best to take them all out...