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Just my Luck
A quiet city street, the birds are chirping, the sounds of traffic are far off, and florist has just stepped out of their store to get a cup of coffee. In other words this day couldn’t get any better, so I guess it just had to get worse. Out of nowhere the sound of a thunderclap and the next thing I know, I’m plummeting out of the sky wondering where my disk is and why my face hurts so much. By the time I managed to reason out that I had been hit by something it was too late to stop my fall. I smashed through the store window hit the floor, bounced twice an face burned my way into a stack of potted petunias. Well, I thought slightly woozily, That hurt… a lot. As I scrambled to my feet a dark silhouette clouded my new “express entrance” to the little store. “look at all the twinklie little stars.” I said, then shook my head to try to clear it. “Those stars are gonna be the last things you see.” The silhuette replied. “Mason,” I retorted, my head clearing, “shoulda known, only a stone fist could hit that hard, and only a brickhead would try to tackle me.” Of course, right now this was just a bluff, I’d used all my energy dealing with the Crab earlier today. I barely had the power left to fly my disk home. I just hoped he didn’t know it. “Oh, you so sure of that sparkplug?” Mason returned, “Then handle this!” As the huge chunk of concrete flew at me, only two thoughts entered my mind, “Crud crud Crud CRUD CRUD!” and “Get behind the counter.” As I dove behind the flimsy counter of the flower shop that I knew couldn’t possibly stop Mason, the asphalt boulder shattered pots left and right until it smashed through the back wall of the small store sending a spray of rubble everywhere causing the lights to flicker… Wait, that was it, I needed energy, and it was all around me. I reached out toward the lights then clenched my fists drawing energy down into them. Alright Mason, time for round twooo…? Where’d you go? The roars of battle continued outside, but as I stepped outside, I saw Leroy Thomas (forgive me, the “Element Master”) floating three feet above the ground, holding an unconscious Mason by the scruff of his shirt. “That’s the third time this week! I screamed lik a disgruntled dwarf who had just found the Motherload… of fools gold. “Sorry, you looked like you needed some help.” EM retorted snidely as he cast Mason to the ground and landed. “Against a third rate bank robber? I had him right where I wanted him.” I returned. “Sure you did.” He replied as sirens appeared in the distance. “well, I’ve gotta go, I’ve got this thing with the mayor at 2:00, probably another key to the city.” He turned and flew away. Now that remark really burned me up. I electromagnetized my metal disk off the rooftop it had fallen onto and into my hand. Then I threw it out three feet in front of me, caught it again in an electromagnetic field, jumped on and repulsed off the metal pipes in the sewers under the concrete as I flew after him. “What is this one anyway, your sixtieth? How come you always get the credit for what the team accomplishes?” I said.
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