This story takes place in a world where almost everyone has superpowers. A world full of heroes and villains. A boy named Lucas is the main focus. He has a power called "Ghost". Ever since the day that his father took his mother's life, he's been wa...
The moonlight had slightly brightened the darkness of the late night. Timothy, wiping the rest of his tears as his bright light glowed, said, "Sorry about your jacket Brian. My tears could flood a house you know." Brian also wiped away his tear and chuckled, "Ha ha! Well, it's a good thing I have hundreds of these black jackets. But hey, we got the bad emotions out. Now let's get the hell out of this grave yard before this becomes a horror movie scene. And knowing me, I'd be first to die." Timothy smirked and replied, "Agreed. Not to the part where you said you'd be first to die, I mean agreed as in we should leave," as they shared another laugh and made their way out of the graveyard.
Walking home, Timothy turned to Brian and asked, "So, you staying over another night to finish the game?" Brian turned to him and replied, "Wish I could little bro, but I gotta get home to shower and do some house chores tommorow. Sucks man."
As the boys continued their conversation, they noticed a single car, driving down the empty street. The car didn't have its headlights on, so they only saw it from the illumination of the streetlights. "They must be lost," said Brian. Before Timothy could say anything back, the car had suddenly slowed down. It drove up slowly and immediately pulled over a little ahead of the direction the boys were walking.
Now heavily suspicious, both the boys had stopped walking. Timothy had completely turned off the light shining from his body. Everything had gone quiet. Both sweating, Brian whispered to Timothy, "Let's just run pass the car as fast as....." Not even getting the chance to finish, three of the car's doors swung open. All of them except for the driver's door.
A second later, four men in pitch black bodysuits hopped out of the car. Immediately upon seeing them, both Brian and Timothy recognized the black suited criminals from the night where Lucas had risen the two massive buildings from the ground in hopes of destroying the thieves.
Before the two boys could react, the four criminals darted straight towards them at full speed. "Timothy! Get back! I got this!" Brian yelled. But to his surprise, Timothy did not step back. Instead, he stood his ground with his fists clenched, shaking heavily with sweat dripping off his forehead. "I'm not standing back again, I got your back Brian," Timothy said with a nervous, yet determined expression.
Stunned, Brian nodded back at Timothy and shouted, "Let's take care of these punks!" Without hesitation, the boys ran towards the criminals, both sides charging at each other under the streetlights. "Now wait just a second...."
The voice stopped all four of the criminals in their tracks. "Timothy, hold on!" Brian quickly exclaimed as the two boys stopped in their tracks as well. The loud yet calm voice came from the car. All of a sudden, the driver's door had swung open. Slowly, a man had stepped out of the car. He wasn't wearing a full black body suit like the other criminals.
With Timothy and Brian staring intensely, the man began to walk towards where the fight was about to go down. At a slow menacing pace, his footsteps echoed throughout the quiet, dark street. As he got closer, he became more visible to Timothy and Brian. The man wore a classy, black long-sleeved vest and black pants, with a white dress shirt and black tie underneath. He also wore black fingerless gloves along with a black fedora hat with a white stripe.
Once the man had made his way behind the group of black suited criminals, he stopped and smirked. A faint mustache was visible above his lips. "This doesn't have to end physically, just tell us the ghost boy's whereabouts," the guy said.
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