Wraith
Seemed as though her power guesses were right on the money. She hoped the guy didn't spend too long climbing up the walls though - last time she'd tried floating in the air for too long, all she'd done was find out that she got motion sickness, which was, to say the least, completely disgusting. Wraith nodded as Ditch finished her explanation, and decided to head out through the wall. Normally she'd just use the door instead, but she didn't really want anyone following her until she knew more about the way they worked. No reason to have anyone ruining her fun on the way home.
"Hey, wait, I've got another one!" Wraith laughed cheerfully.
"What's the difference between you and a puppy? Nothing! You're both little-" she was interrupted by a baseball bat swinging past her nose.
"Hey! That's not nice! You almost made me start paying attention!" the man appeared to be getting more and more frustrated with every swing, each one getting more frantic and less likely to hit her. Poor guy was almost in tears.
"Aww, poor baby. Does someone need a cuddle? Why not ask your friends? Oh, wait." The friends in question were already dead. She could have killed this guy already, but his reactions were just too
funny. Shouldn't have broken the law, buddy. Still, this was getting boring, and she needed to be home soon. Her dad wasn't exactly strict, but 5am was probably pushing it a little too far.
She smiled, and reduced the density of her hand, plunging it through his ribcage, where she returned it, and the bladed glove on it, to normal density as she gripped his heart. The man looked too freaked out to even scream as she squeezed his life away.
Goodnight, lawbreaker. she thought, as she withdrew her hand, leaving a relatively unmarked body in the alley behind her.
Say hi to your buddies for me.She took off her gloves, hiding them in her pockets, and hurried out to get a cab home. Hopefully her dad wouldn't be too angry at her.
"You. Are. Grounded. End of story, young lady." So much for that idea. There were plenty of responses that she could make to this, but most of them wouldn't really help the situation. 'I just killed five people, and you think you can ground me?' seemed like it would lead to more questions, and the other excuses didn't seem to work with the whole rule-abiding, friendly persona she had going on. Ah well. Whiny, rebellious teenager act it was.
"You can't ground me just for coming in late, Dad! I'm nineteen, not six for crying out loud!" this probably wouldn't help her out of being grounded, but might at least be helpful in terms of not having to explain where she was.
"It's like you don't even want me to have a life!" with that, she let out an irritated noise, and ran off to her room, slamming the door shut as hard as she
could without her powers. She let out an angry scream for good measure, and lay back on her bed, feeling kind of impressed with her performance. If this whole vigilante thing didn't work out, maybe she would go to some auditions in future - Kara Banks, former vigilante and Hollywood superstar! Had a nice ring to it.
She stared up at the ceiling. The whole 'being grounded' thing didn't bother her; what was her dad gonna do, lock her in her room? It was more that she didn't want the group she'd met with to find out about it. She imagined that several of them would probably find the whole thing hilarious. A mass-killing, justice-fuelled vigilante grounded for breaking curfew.
Ha, ha, ha.There was a knock on the door, and her dad walked in again. She barely had time to fix her face into the right expression. He looked at her.
"Listen, you know I'm just worried about your safety, right? With all of those super-powered freaks roaming about, you can't be sure that it's safe, Kara." he said, looking apologetic, and apparently not noticing the way she flinched slightly upon hearing the word 'freaks'.
"I'm just scared to lose you, okay? It's just a week, so..." she didn't respond.
"Just don't do anything I wouldn't do, okay?" she nodded, and watched him leave the room awkwardly before smiling to herself.
You have no idea.