Hey everyone. I am working on a collection of short stories relatign to city of heroes, all surrounding around my real Ingame character, Psykid. He has an illustrious backstory that allows all interested to tie their storyline into it, creating a living, synchronistic storyline. ( for more information, look up "the adrenite brotherhood", a super group currently recruiting on freedom, Rp'rs and non-rp welcome!) This is the "teaser" from the main storyline, Origin of psykid. Please, enjoy, and tell me what you think of it. if you like, more to come!
Hot sweat ran down Richard Dukes face, stinging his eyes and burning the newly-made cuts on his face. He ran down to the warehouse, following the shooter, at a speed he thought impossible. His mind played through the last few events.
A normal day. Walking home from school. Attacked by the fifth column. Strange man Shoots at me. Strange man takes a bullet for me.
This is where it got blurry.
Strange savior turns out to be Dad in some sort of suit . Senses flare up, my eyes seem to explode with energy, the adrenaline courses through my veins, red and thick, and . This.
Energy poured from his body, and all at once, he became aware of each unique body around him . There was a rat about 30 yards back. There were two men in the warehouse he was headed to - the shooter and Josh. Two miles away, there was a cat staged dangerously on a third-story windowsill. It was all known to Duke, for no reason it seemed. He only had a moment to think this, but running at 50 miles per hour, time seemed to stop.
He neared the warehouse, and realized that he had no way to slow down. He thought that perhaps to simply stop running would work, but quickly his mind threw away that idea. The steel walls loomed in the distance, and Duke saw only one choice- Up.
His leg muscles whined as they contracted in a different way then ever before. He soared into the air, the wind cutting Duke into a haphazard path. On his descent, he crashed through a glass window and rolled on the floor. For a split moment, he was sure that his leg was broken, but in the moment it took for him to roll over, it was fine. Better than fine.
Duke finally worked his eyes upward, seeing The Shooter Hovering over the lifeless body of Joshua Kramer. His circular glasses hid his eyes, almost a tease. Richard worked his ways carefully down the mans face, to his weathered jaw, the professional coat, the finely crafted sleeve, the buttoned cuff, and the gloved hand, holding a small timer, counting down.
He put it down on a crate, before removing his glasses. He casually walked away, and for a split second, he turned so that Richard could see his eyes.
They looked dead.
The timer exploded and the shooter was gone. Richard couldnt see his friends body anymore, just fire, and wood, and glass. All in slow motion, he saw everything expanding outward, and nothing made sense.
Hot sweat ran down Richard Dukes face. Energy poured out of his eyes, his hands, and his soul. He was knocked fiercely from his stance by the resulting explosion and as he soared through the air, a shattered lens from a pair of glasses flew by his face, and he was able to see his own reflection.
What am I? He said, the darkness engulfing him.
Hey everyone. I am working on a collection of short stories relatign to city of heroes, all surrounding around my real Ingame character, Psykid. He has an illustrious backstory that allows all interested to tie their storyline into it, creating a living, synchronistic storyline. ( for more information, look up "the adrenite brotherhood", a super group currently recruiting on freedom, Rp'rs and non-rp welcome!) This is the "teaser" from the main storyline, Origin of psykid. Please, enjoy, and tell me what you think of it. if you like, more to come!
Hot sweat ran down Richard Dukes face, stinging his eyes and burning the newly-made cuts on his face. He ran down to the warehouse, following the shooter, at a speed he thought impossible. His mind played through the last few events.
A normal day. Walking home from school. Attacked by the fifth column. Strange man Shoots at me. Strange man takes a bullet for me.
This is where it got blurry.
Strange savior turns out to be Dad in some sort of suit . Senses flare up, my eyes seem to explode with energy, the adrenaline courses through my veins, red and thick, and . This.
Energy poured from his body, and all at once, he became aware of each unique body around him . There was a rat about 30 yards back. There were two men in the warehouse he was headed to - the shooter and Josh. Two miles away, there was a cat staged dangerously on a third-story windowsill. It was all known to Duke, for no reason it seemed. He only had a moment to think this, but running at 50 miles per hour, time seemed to stop.
He neared the warehouse, and realized that he had no way to slow down. He thought that perhaps to simply stop running would work, but quickly his mind threw away that idea. The steel walls loomed in the distance, and Duke saw only one choice- Up.
His leg muscles whined as they contracted in a different way then ever before. He soared into the air, the wind cutting Duke into a haphazard path. On his descent, he crashed through a glass window and rolled on the floor. For a split moment, he was sure that his leg was broken, but in the moment it took for him to roll over, it was fine. Better than fine.
Duke finally worked his eyes upward, seeing The Shooter Hovering over the lifeless body of Joshua Kramer. His circular glasses hid his eyes, almost a tease. Richard worked his ways carefully down the mans face, to his weathered jaw, the professional coat, the finely crafted sleeve, the buttoned cuff, and the gloved hand, holding a small timer, counting down.
He put it down on a crate, before removing his glasses. He casually walked away, and for a split second, he turned so that Richard could see his eyes.
They looked dead.
The timer exploded and the shooter was gone. Richard couldnt see his friends body anymore, just fire, and wood, and glass. All in slow motion, he saw everything expanding outward, and nothing made sense.
Hot sweat ran down Richard Dukes face. Energy poured out of his eyes, his hands, and his soul. He was knocked fiercely from his stance by the resulting explosion and as he soared through the air, a shattered lens from a pair of glasses flew by his face, and he was able to see his own reflection.
What am I? He said, the darkness engulfing him.