Snippet #6

Snippet #6

Tw: violence, blood, self sacrifice, threats

She saw it coming. Just a blur of movement, shadows rushing closer. No time to think.

“Run!” She shoved the student away from the window and her world exploded. Screams filled her senses as debris rained, the force of collision knocking her off her feet.

She was losing the fight with consciousness. Fast. The last thing she saw, a figure standing up from the rubble. And the kids weren’t running, they’d hurt them.

No! Don’t hurt her students! Not them. Anyone but them…

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No, anyone but Teacher!

She shoved them out of the way, sacrificed her safety for theirs. She was their rock, always there for them, especially when their parents—

Focus. Focus. Their teacher is unconscious. That gash on her forehead is still bleeding. And a quick glance around the room showed Hero there was a passed out student on the floor, too.

Perfect. Just perfect.

“You four, take your friend and get out of here. Pull the fire alarm when you go, it’ll clear everyone else out. {Sidekick}, use the confusion to get gauze and bandages from the nurse’s office.” Their classmates stared, eyes wide, terrified.

“Behind you…”

Hero turned.

Villain was getting up.

Bad. Badbadbadbadbad. Another kid from their class was suddenly in front of Hero, their stance protective, ready for a fight. Wait, what were they- Oh.

Hero nodded to them, turned around and stepped away. “Go.” The command rumbled through their throat, demanding an objection.

“And pull the fire alarm!” Other Hero called after the swarm of students rushing out of the door. Probability any of them will return? 0%,” Other Hero cracked their knuckles as Villain regained their balance. “But the probability Villain gets their butt handed to them? 100%.”

Other Hero’s eyes landed on another classmate still in the room. “Sidekick, go get Hero.”

“No need,” Hero piped. They never imagined their identity would be exposed like this, but oh well. “Sidekick, I need you to get the bandages.”

“You’re- oh, we are going to have words.”

“Later.” The fire alarm screeched. “Sidekick, go!” Hero turned their attention back to Villain, only to see them being thrown through the nearest wall. Other Hero rushed past, towards their teacher, pulling debris and rubble away in their wake.

Hero dropped into a fighting stance beside the other kid as Villain charged.Hero blocked Villain’s punch and swung their leg out, catching them in the back of the knee. The villain tried to get back to their feet, but they were held down by their classmate.

“What did I tell you would happen if you came after them?” They spoke slowly, their voice a mix of chastisement and barely contained rage. “Go ahead, remind me what I said to you.” Hero was about to intervene but their sidekick called their attention to their teacher and the messy bandages. Teacher was covered in so many cuts, so many wounds. Mostly small ones, but there were a few larger gashes still oozing blood. They needed a hospital. But for now, the bandages would have to work.

Hero stood once they finished, carefully taking Teacher in their arms. They took a look around to survey the damage, their eyes catching on the student holding the unconscious villain by the back of their suit. Wrath swirled in their dark eyes. “I’m taking this one. Don’t try to stop me.” Their voice held a sinister promise. Hero nodded and moved to let them pass. They should have tried to stop them, Hero didn’t know what would happen to the villain, but they couldn’t bring themselves to stop them.

“Wait, you’re just going to let them take Villain?” Hero turned to the source of the voice, Other Hero. “What about arresting them? Isn’t that our job?”

“Villain hurt our teacher. They’re going with me.”

“Seriously, just who do you think you are? I mean obviously you’re a super, but there’s no way we’re letting you take Villain, he belongs in our custody.” Sidekick pointed an accused look their way.

“Sidekick don’t-“

The teen laughed and began to levitate. “Me? You know me as Supervillain. Now get Teacher to safety. I’m going to make sure this villain regrets his decision.”

Villain was never heard from nor seen again.

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Snippet #7

Tw: none

“Is something the matter? You normally don’t like to stick around after a heist.”

The person across the rooftop looked up from their trance, focusing of center of attention back on their opponent. “Yeah, fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

Hero dropped their fighting stance in an instant. “Thief, that isn’t like you either. What’s going on?” They stepped a little closer, careful not to invade their personal space, but also careful not to be too far away. They knew the thief would prefer the distance, but they needed to make sure they weren’t too distanced either. They’d bolt the first chance they could get.

“Nothing,” The other bit out. “Nothing at all. Look, just- just stop asking questions, all right? I’ll give you the van Gogh back just-” They trailed off, and Hero found themselves wondering what they were thinking about yet again. It must have been something important.

“I was told to retrieve a Monet, but I’ll take the van Gogh too, if you’re offering.”

“Fine. Take them both. I don’t need them anyway,” The thief slung a long tube from off their back and held it out in front of them. “Give me an hour to retrieve the Monet and come back. You know what? Forget it, I’ll just return the painting myself. I can leave it-” They trailed off, lost in their little world again.

Well, that was concerning. Thief, willing to give up a two paintings, both of which were valued at several thousands, if not millions? Just to get Hero to stop talking? It must be serious. They needed to know what was happening to them. Now.

“Thief,” Hero took two steps forward. “Thief, talk to me, please.” Another step. They were at arm’s reach now. “I can help you, but only if you let me. Let me help you. Please.”

The thief tensed but didn’t bolt, still holding the painting out expectantly. Their eyes shone, screaming worry, fear, but most importantly, trust.

“I’m- I’m not supposed to tell you anything,” They dropped the tube into Hero’s hands and backed away. “But come the museum roof in an hour and I’ll tell you everything.”

I’m dead serious someone fight me

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Alright buckle your seatbelts ladies, gents, and they/thems also. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.

Your name is Control, and your job is to protect your team. No matter where the threat is coming from, no matter how big the threat is. You. Protect. Your. Team. Who is your team, you may ask? Well, I’ll tell you.

Drift - The team leader, the mastermind behind all of the plans, most likely the reason the entire crew isn’t dead yet. He’s the mechanic and resident consultant. When someone needs help, they come to him. From there he brings in the team, and they get to work.

Lady - The grifter, the con artist. The one who is making a way into a situation for the rest of the crew. Fluent in many languages and able to mimic any accent she hears, she is the perfect person to infiltrate a party and be the only one not leaving with criminal charges against her. She relies solely on information to tell her what to say to the mark.

Streak - If you need someone with sticky fingers, she’s your girl. It doesn’t matter where or when you need an item, whether it’s a high-security vault or a Winchester gun safe, nothing will stop her. She’s working on her grifting skills, but she’s not quite there yet. She is also known as the resident lawyer, if ever the need should arise.

Raceway - The fastest and probably most daring of the entire crew. The muscle. The fighter and racer. Often sides with Streak but will always defend what is right. Knows a few accents and is still trying. He’s also a deadshot and the go-to when the crew needs the word on the street.

There is one other character, but all you need to know is he’s a dog named Chaos.

This is Control’s crew. Her friends. Her family. The only things you need to know about Control is she’s the computer girl. She’s the hacker and intel gatherer, and she does her job well. They have only one true enemy, but I’ll save his story for another time.

Control, as she is aptly named, and her team, Drift, Lady, Raceway, and Streak, are hunted by the FBI, NSA, and just about every government lackey one could think of. Pennies, their code name of choice, always do their best to avoid them. But it's not always the easiest task.

Especially when helping others is the name of the game.

Call them what you wish. Con men, modern-day Robin Hoods, whatever you want. Just know they help those who have been robbed by robbing back. So, technically they're helping the law. Just not in the way they want it.

By the world's standards, Control is just another hacker. Sure, she spends most of her free time with computers and prefers the dark hours of the night, but she's much more than that. And when someone grabs her right out from under her team's noses, they're going to find out just what she can do.