Overworld: The generation of heroes Volume 1

13. The Next Incident

Meanwhile, Darla was inside the house, putting her makeup on. "Good morning, Darla," Spexx said, zooming up to her to look in the mirror." "You didn't call me user?" Darla asked, continuing to look in the mirror. "We Airidans call our user's by their first name if they prefer it," Spexx replied. "it has been a week since you became Mooroopna, has nothing caused you to get revenge on your mother?" "No," Darla replied, applying eyeshadow, then eyeliner. "the memories of people that I felt had nothing to do with her, and they weren't as powerful as Uncle Nat's memory." Finishing applying lipstick, Darla put her makeup away and turned around to exit through the door, but then she froze, taking out the pearl necklace. She watched it glow, and her face went blank. "M-memories!" cried Spexx, holding the sides of his head. "I feel them too!" "I know," Darla replied, looking up. "I'm sick with her orders. She wants me to be the 'perfect' child and be just like her, but that's not how it works. I don't know why she wants these Talisman things so badly, it's not like she made them." Suddenly, the necklace started glowing even more rapidly. "There's a juicy one," Darla exclaimed quietly, smiling. "we're going out on a little adventure, Spexx." "Please be careful!" Spexx replied anxiously, covering his face with his little arms. "I don't want you to cause trouble!" "Relax, it's called having a bit of fun," Darla smiled wickedly, putting on the necklace. "Summon the Past!" Darla, now Mooroopna once more, opened the window to the bedroom and tried her best to creep out without making a sound, and Spexx followed her. She then flew across a few buildings, seeing a heartbroken looking woman from a distance. "This is where the necklace is glowing at its max," Mooroopna stated, flying down onto a nearby roof but unseen. "Spirit Awakening!" With that, a spirit just like the one from the funeral appeared and sauntered its way down to the streets below. "Just a bit of fun, you say?" Spexx repeated, looking down. "Yeah," replied Mooroopna, grinning.

Meanwhile, Oliver was sitting in form, reading through a Criminology textbook whilst Luke sat next to him carrying on with his art project. Everyone else was either talking or studying whilst the tutor worked her way through some emails. "This is so boring," Oliver exclaimed to himself. "What, the textbook?" Luke asked, finishing off a sketch. "I thought you liked that." "Partly, it's more form, we do nothing but sit for 30 minutes or so!" replied Oliver, chewing his nails to relieve emotion. Suddenly, one of the guys' phones started blasting what sounded like the news loudly. "Can you turn that down please, Ewan?" the Tutor said firmly, looking up from her computer. "but Miss, there's a villain or something!" Ewan replied. Oliver's ears pricked up, and he joined all his other classmates as they huddled over Ewan to watch the news. "There has been sightings of another person, we think, causing mayhem across the town," the newswoman explained, as there was havoc shown and screaming sounding from the phone screen. "it appears to be a woman under the name of Sew-Angel, capturing everything in cotton and fabric-" The newswoman was suddenly cut off as a piece of wool launched across the camera, revealing an inhuman-looking person. "I will prove I make the best dresses in town!" she yelled, creating more fabric. "Cor, she's mad!" cried a student. "Do you think that new hero from last week will show up again?" a girl asked. "Maybe, he was so cool!" another added. Oliver went silent, and then asked "Miss can I go to the toilet?" "Yes Oliver, but come back quickly," the Tutor replied. "the rest of you sit down and get on with your work before your next periods." As the class sat down, Oliver left quickly out of the classroom and into the boys toilets; he made sure nobody was in, then entered a cubicle.

"That was definitely not normal!" exclaimed Dragazard, floating over Oliver. "Draggy? You were out of my bag??" Oliver asked, surprised. "Relax, Oliver. Only you can see me, nobody would've suspected a thing," Dragazard grinned. "Oh yeah," Oliver said, looking down at his brooch. "anyways, I've got to become Bahamut again, I think I'm the only one who can stop this! Raise my Wings!" Oliver had transformed into Bahamut, then ran down the corridor and out of the nearest fire exit, then flew off to find the villain. When he got there, he saw the town in heaps of clothing, and that same woman - Blue skinned, pink haired and wearing a black leather costume like a mini dress - standing on a mountain of cloth - Sew-Angel. "This town shall suffer under my atmosphere!" she yelled. "Think again!" Bahamut chimed in, swooping down below her. "I, Bahamut, have returned once more to stop you from causing destruction!" "Nobody shall stand in my way!" Sew-Angel replied, using her powers to throw clothing onto Bahamut, however he got out his mace, the iron hot tips ripping and burning through the fabric. Sew-Angel growled, and fired more textiles at Bahamut, but he dodged with his mace. "Four Seasons!" he called, then shouted "Fire!" as his brooch turned into a red colour scheme. He surrounded the fire on all the pieces of clothing, as citizens looked out of their windows with hope, and some started filming again, along with the news. "Air!" called Bahamut, his brooch changing to a grey colour scheme, as he beat his wings, sending gusts of air spreading the flames and getting rid of all textile traps. "Ahhhh!" Sew-Angel screamed, dropping a handbag and it launching into the air for Bahamut to grab. "Water!" he called, his brooch changing into a blue colour scheme, and putting out the fires to avoid hurting people. He then broke the handbag, releasing the spirit.

"Nooo!" cried Mooroopna to herself, watching from atop. "that hero showed up again and ruined everything!" Back down, Sew-Angel fell on her clothes pile, reverting back to a normal human - a woman with black shoulder length hair and simple clothes. She looked up in confusion. "What happened?" she asked, looking around. "Bahamut?" "Yes ma'am, that's me," replied Bahamut, looking back up at her. "you might want to step down from there, I need to revert all the damage and it doesn't look safe up there. I'll help you." With that, he flew up and wrapped his arms around her, flying her safely back down off the clothes pile. "Return!" Bahamut called, and all the clothes and textiles had disappeared; people were freed and ran out into the streets, clapping and cheering. The newswoman and camera crew came back up from the now removed mayhem and grinned with surprise and joy when they saw Bahamut. "Keith, film me," the newswoman ordered, as she grabbed her microphone and the cameraman started to film her. "Sorry for the slight delay, people," she began, as Bahamut turned to her. "but our new hero saves the day yet again! So Bahamut, how did you manage this battle yet again?" she then pointed her microphone at the hero. "Um, well.." Bahamut began nervously, but then explained with confidence "Another innocent woman has been affected by a spirit which is unknown, but with my abilities I was able to help her, but she needs space and help so I must help her." "And how do you feel after saving this poor woman and the town?" asked the newswoman.

Bahamut was answering, when he spotted a figure from the roofs - the figure of a woman with magic angel wings. "Excuse me, I must go," Bahamut said, flying off towards the roofs, when Mooroopna spotted him and fled. She flew off whilst Bahamut shouted behind "Hey! Stop it! Come back here!" Mooroopna flew down to the floor behind an alleyway and stayed silent. Meanwhile Bahamut stayed up top, searching for Mooroopna. "Show yourself!!" he cried, looking around. "I think they got away," Dragazard replied, coming out from behind. "Damn," Bahamut said, rubbing his face. "I just wanted to know who she was. Was she... spying on me?" "Oh yeah by the way that teacher will probably be wondering where you are," added Dragazard. "Shit! I completely forgot about form!" cried Oliver, flying back to the sixth form; he ran into the disabled toilets and said "Rest my Wings," then ran out towards his form room, only to see Nicola standing outside the corridor. "There he is," she said, taking a lollipop out of her mouth. "According to Leeky you went for a quick piss that actually took 10 minutes!" "Leave me alone," Oliver responded, whining. "I was having trouble, and I am not explaining it!" "What, you got your dick stuck in your pants?" Nicola sniggered jokingly. "No, and I said I wasn't explaining," Oliver replied, folding his arms childishly. Nicola laughed, then put her arm on his shoulder. "I'm only joking, now come on, you promised to get some snacks with me during our studying period," she replied, and walked off down the corridor with Oliver. "So I saw the news, the woman who was possessed is actually one of my mum's employees at her shop, she's really nice so it was sad seeing her like that," Nicola explained. "Oh yeah, I saw it too, thought I recognised her," Oliver replied. "You watched the news while pissing?" Nicola smirked. "Shush," Oliver laughed, Nicola laughing back with him.

Meanwhile, Mooroopna was waiting in the alleyway and realised nobody was around. "Come on Spexx, let's go home before someone sees me," she said, flying off back to the McRae house.