Superhero Tales Presents: Homepage by Jyger85, literature
Literature
Superhero Tales Presents: Homepage
I smile as I pull my bike up to the rundown-looking lab on the outskirts of the city. I'm sure that if my classmates saw me, they'd ask 'Why is this girl so happy to be spending a wonderful summer's day at some lab?'. Oh, if only they knew, as awesome as a day at the beach or going roller-blading would be, I'd MUCH sooner be here.
My name is Olette Runnels. I guess I'm kind of an average teenager. Yeah, about as average as the daughter of a private eye can be, and I guess a little nerdier than the average teenage girl can be. I mean, I love computers, I'm a hacker, and I love to read, but other than that, I do average teenager stuff. Shoppin
Strix: Origins of the Athene Avenger by Jyger85, literature
Literature
Strix: Origins of the Athene Avenger
My eye twitches as I hear water dripping from the ceiling to the stone floor. My body aches as I try to get to my hands and knees. My vision is blurry, and I can tell my clothes are ripped from the feel of the breeze on my skin.
As my eyes focus on the bars in front of me, I try to think back to how long I've been here, in this prison. I get to my feet, but stumble backward onto the wooden bench attached to the floor. How long have I been here, trapped in this prison, forced to work for these sick bastards?
My name is Téa Rodden. Even though my family name is famous now, we used to be just...well, normal. We weren't poor, but we were
Afraid to Touch Part 1
St. Jean. My home-town. When I was growing up, it always seemed like the happiest place on Earth. Kids playing safely in parks and ice cream trucks dingling by. Now, it's a hell hole. Crime rates are some of the highest in the country and parents are scared to let their children out any longer than to go to their schools during the day and back again. And that's assuming they aren't scared that drug dealers and kidnappers aren't prowling their children's schools' playgrounds.
As I stare down at the streets from this dark rooftop, I think to myself, How could it come to this? I don't have an answer. All I really know
Afraid To Touch Part 2
"Hello, Geoffrey."
With a deep sigh, I turn to face the blonde teenage girl behind me, wearing a costume that looks like it came straight from a teenage superheroine manga. It makes her look completely harmless, but I know better: This is potentially one of the most powerful superhumans on the planet. Reason: Her unique physiology grants her the ability to change her molecular structure. At any time she can become super hard, super light, she can phase
through solid matter, defy gravity, and even breathe in space. It's a power that defies all logic, and yet she has it.
It's a shame then that, for all of her power, a
Afraid To Touch Part 3
"STARSLIP!!!" I scream out, a voice in the shadows laughing like a maniac as Cassie falling backwards off the building, unable to stop herself, unable to fly, and myself just watching the scene play out like a deer caught in the headlights of an eighteen wheeler.
For maybe two seconds.
I leap from the edge, diving after her, my hand already to my grappling gun. Reaching her, I reach one arm around her, turn in midair, and point my grappling gun to the solid looking part of the wall of the building, firing. The hook connects and plants itself in deep as the line taughts, sending Cassie and I swinging to the safety of
Outrunning Terror Part 1
Outrun's POV
Some people think being able to speed across the country at so many thousands of miles per hour is the most awesome thing in the world. Well, I suppose that's technically true. Still, kinda sucks that I can't exactly take in the scenery while moving this fast. It's too much of a blur, and my current job doesn't allow for me to take breaks.
My name is Outrun. Well, okay, that's my alias. Years ago, I came into contact with the faster than humanly possible criminals called The Streak, and, by sheer chance, obtained their powers. Since then, I've been using them to fight crime. Problem is, even the fastest
Outrunning Terror Part 2
Cybertaur's POV
I see them ahead: Four men making a getaway in, of all things, a frigging station wagon. They robbed a bank, and their getaway vehicle of choice is a station wagon. I have been stopping bank robbers since I was 12 years old, and I swear to whatever people find to be holy or sacred, I have never seen this. And if they think they can outrun woman with the legs of a cybernetic horse that run at the speed of a cheetah, they're sadly mistaken.
My name is Cybertaur. For years, I operated as as the super-heroine Brickwall. I've always been known for my superhuman strength, always physically stronger than any
Afraid To Touch Part 4
It's a single bedroom apartment. I can tell from the scented candle that it's supposed to smell like cinnamon in here. It doesn't. It just smells like blood.
The police have already been through, but it seems that they're waiting for forensics experts to come in before doing their official investigation and have simply blocked off this floor of the building. St. Jean's finest. It's no wonder crime has overrun this city. When they heard there was a murder, they should have brought a forensics team in FIRST THING.
Still, can't complain too much. Gives me a chance to slip in and do my own investigation first. Pressing t
Afraid To Touch Part 5
"Geoffrey?!" I yell over the mic. "Geoffrey, talk to me, dammit!"
Dammit. Something's happened to Geoffrey, I just know it. I look over at my costume, lying on a chair. I should go help him, I know I should...Then I feel my neck at the spot where Haphephobia stabbed me the other night. No, he'd want me to stay here...
A bleep on the screen turns my attention back to the burning building. Fire trucks have arrived on the scene, but they don't seem to be putting the building out at all. In fact, it looks like it's getting worse, and the radio intercepts transmissions suggesting there are civilians in there. And I have a
Afraid To Touch Part 6
"Geeeeoooffrreeeeyyy..."
My eye twitches as I roll my head to the other side of the desk. "...Five more minutes..."
"GEOFFREY!"
My eyes widen as my head jolts up off the desk, my classmates laughing at me as my teacher stares down at me unapprovingly. Sinking down into my chair, blushing madly, I apologise almost too quietly to be heard and look to my right. I can see them chuckling at me, all four of them: Stan, Lara, Jeremy, Elizabeth. My friends. My team-mates. The League of High School Superheroes. Not that our class could ever know that.
As class goes on, I feel something scratch my neck. Sure enough, it's a n