It's the simple things in life that count...

The sun, beaming in all its glory, slices through the trees outside the First National Bank; Atlas Park. A lone gust of wind lifts a few stray leaves as they float effortlessly in what seems to be a calm peaceful surrounding. Dancing, they separate and conjoin like not even the forces of nature themselves can destroy the connection they both posses. In a sharp burst of light a ripple forms between them and trees, litter and otherwise stationary objects come cascading towards the epicentre.

Dispersing, the two leaves like all things now drawn towards the strange distubance, repel outwards. Stood in the midst of the chaos, a figure in a light blue suit of armour now stands. The two inseperable beings of life, fall to the ground, detached. Lying several metres apart, had fate intervened?

(To be continued)

[Just some creative writting for me if you wish to input something relevant i don't mind]

What would be a disturbance to most the sight now standing on the outskirts of the bank turned few heads. By todays standards, figures materializing in the middle of the street was not something to be shocked by; especially at the current location. Blocked by a few rough looking men, the figure flicks the wrist. Following this motion a swirl of flames shot from the fingertips, enveloping the men in place. Calmly and with grace the figure proceeds forward through the adjacent chaos now erupting. Apparently people's skin melting was.
Inside the First National Bank building, a young man stands perched on one leg. The other pinning the assistant manager 6 and a half feet high to the wall by the neck; clearly dexterity is on his side. Further down the hall distant whimpers echo. Trailing her by the hair, a cloaked male forces security against either side with a free hand; the manager stopped struggling several minutes ago. The destination was clear to her, however the purpose was not. Her train of thought was broken by a large explosion in the corridor, flames seared the carpet at the end of the hall. From the look on the figure inflicting her, something wasn't right. Quickening the pace, she winced as the pain increased.
Several miles down the street, two PPD officers are relaxing in an unmarked car.
"You know, sometimes i think we are under-appreciated." one remarks. Removing a donut from a plain box, he takes a large mouthful. His partner, a young but stern looking man lifts his and takes a bite himself. He retorts
"I get all the appreciation i need knowing that I'm making a difference in the world." his partner begins to giggle and takes another bite.
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