A New Hero ~Mighty Med and Lab Rats Elite Force Fanfiction~

Chapter 1

It’s Bridget’s wedding day. And I’m running late. And worst of all I am Kaz’s date. He wasn’t supposed to pick me up or anything. It’s just that I hope he doesn’t think I'm bailing on him. Not going to this wedding could tank my friendship with Connie, Kaz and Oliver. Maybe Oliver at the most. I’m sitting here looking at myself in the motorcycle’s rear view mirror. And honestly I don’t know who I’m looking at. I’m stunning. I mean who knows I could even look pretty. My birthday was last week. I mean it’s not like I really celebrate it but at least I get presents. My parents buy me amazing presents to make up for not throwing me a party. So, to be honest I kind of love not celebrating my birthday. Last Tuesday, the day after my birthday. I got my driver's licence. So now I can drive a car, and/or motorcycle. My parents knew I always wanted a motorcycle. So they both chipped in and got me a motorcycle. As well as the helmet I really don’t want to break my skull.
I’m aware it seems weird to show up to a wedding on a motorcycle. Well, one I’m late so knowone will notice that. Two, it makes parking easier. Three, it's faster than a car and four I didn’t bother asking my parents about driving me or the wedding.
“Oh, boy,” I whispered to myself almost under my breath, as I climbed off the motorcycle making sure it was secure and in check. I whipped my small black bag out and applied a little more light pink lip gloss, double checked my outfit and hair (picture below). “Okay, I got this”.
I climbed up the stairs quickly. Thankful that I had decided to just wear black boots instead of high heels. To the platform at the top leading to the door. Taking a big deep breath I opened the door. Quietly and sneakily. Trying to not ruin the wedding. But to be taken back by Connie and the bride. Standing by a glowing ball. With a sphere case. I saw Bridget open the case then I had a flashback. The Actorian. She’s gonna die. I guess Kaz and Oliver had the same thought because they lept in front of Connie. And applied the hands to Oliver's mom’s trying to remove them from it. My body started moving at its own accord. Faster and faster till I reached the boys, Bridget and the Actorian. Electrical currents radiated through their bodies. “They're gonna die’. I thought. So, I did the only thing I could possibly think of to do in the moment. I pushed my hands onto Oliver and Kaz’s shoulders, the ones that were directly attached to the orb. And tried yanking their arms back. Harder and harder. I started feeling pain up my chest. But, I still kept tring. My last thought before the last tough came like a flash. It was there and then it was gone. ‘It’s too late I failed,’ I failed my best friends. Because of me not being there I couldn’t have stopped them from trying to detach Bridget. What kind of a friend am I?
    “Jordan, Jordan, Jordan wake up,” a voice rang in my ears. I know that voice, I told myself, I know that voice. Alan, the guy who was in our group for the energy project. My vision was blurry. But, I felt a jolt of energy awake inside me. Causing me to push through all the pain. Or maybe the jolt was the shaking of my shoulders.
    Whipping my eyes, my vision started to become clearer. “Are they alive?” I asked Alan, gaining my energy.
    “Who?” Alan asked, confused and like he was about to laugh.
    “Kaz and Oliver did they survive the Actorian?” I spoke out, then clearing my throat. Struggling for balance I felt a hand help me up. It was a guy around my dad’s age with dark brown hair and brown eyes. “Thank you, ?”
    “I’m Alan's dad nice to meet you.” He shook my hand since I gained the strength to go back to living my life.
    “Jordan, we were in the same science class,” I explained how we met. We walked toward an exit. Not the one I entered through but another one. That seemed to be leading out to some sort of bridge. I noticed Kaz, Oliver and Connie. Standing in a position as if to defend themselves. I knew a thing or two about defense and kicking someone's but. The three of us are Alan's dad, Alan and me. Joined our friends and a man who looked to be among my dad’s age as well. Oliver turned his head to see me as I joined their fighting stance.
    Oliver dropped his head to the side and then relaxed his pose.
    “Jordan,” Oliver realized that I had indeed joined them. “Did you really almost die or am I just dreaming this whole thing?” Oliver asked an honest question. Because this very well could be a dream. Just then Connie pinched him. I chuckled trying to hold it in with my hand over my mouth.
    “Nope. Not a dream,” Connie remarked. I turned my attention forward as we all regained our composure. Bridget. With almost grey streaks in her hair. “Bridget is Mr. Terror an evil villain who wanted to kill the author of the Actorian comic book who turned out to be Oliver and take over the world. Long story short all you read in comic books is real. Oliver and Kaz work in a superhero hospital. I’m Skylar Storm. Alan can shapeshift well not really but when he’s scared he sort of does. He can’t control it. He can also move things with his mind. Bridget is evil and has unlimited power because Horose,” she motioned to a man beside them, “didn’t know she was evil and used his last revival life thing to make her live. Anyway, yeah so if you have any questions we can answer them after we die.” She whispered the last word.
    “Wait your Skylar Storm,” I paused for a moment after speaking, “Yeah, that makes sense.”
    “Well, well, well seems like your protectors can’t protect you anymore,” Mr. Terror aka Bridget spoke in a menacing tone. Grabbing Connie by the elbow in a way that caused her to feel pain. Which showed on her face. “Goodbye, Skylar Storm,” Bridget sneered. Moving her hand up and waving it in the air creating some sort of power. Which gathered in her hand. She was about to let go and rage it all on Connie aka Skylar. When, I realized that Alan’s dad was severely injured and Alan was not only hurt by his dad who’s most likely gonna die. But, also his uncle is basically toast. A guy who looks just like Alan in an awesome jacket came up and challenged Bridget but failed. And fell into a car with a huge thump breaking it and causing many alarms to go off.
    The pressure Mr. Terror seemed to be applying to Skylar seemed to get more intense. Causing her face to scrunch in pain and her knees to give out. I used to not like Connie at all but were friends. Best friends well sort of she's my best friend. That's a girl. And friends don’t let each other die unless you are a coward like the two boys beside me.
    “Hey!” I yelled almost at the top of my lungs. Not having a plan but allowing Skylar Storm to escape. “Leave her alone, you witch!” I retorted, “also happy wedding, Bridget sorry i'm late,” I said apologizing. But, then returned to my confident self reminding myself of what she had just done.
    “Thank you,” She paused, “I guess.” Bridget added in a confused state. I took that to my advantage. Using a technique I learned a while ago. She clawed at my hands which were wrapped around her leg. Along with my body which rests attached to her leg. Weighing down on her shoes. “Get off me you little brat,” I winked at Connie. Signalling her that I had it under my control. She tried teleporting a few inches but I teleported with her. At my chance I swapped legs and swung my other leg out wide making her trip. And straddle her so she was on her stomach. “Ollie? Help me i’m your mother,” Mr. Terror tried opening her arms as if to signal a motherly hug.
    “Mothers don’t try to kill the women her son loves,” Oliver responded upset with a slightly disappointed tone. Skylar gave him a ‘really’ look. Causing Oliver to shrug a response. However, when I was looking at them. Oliver’s mom wiggled out of my grasp and grabbed the man, who the others yelled, Horace. Which I’m assuming is his name. She put her hand on his chest draining him of some sort of energy source. I started to feel fury build up at me. And form some sort of force around me. Mr. Terror looked at me stunned with a dropped jaw. Energy seemed to radiate off me. My hands had a mind of their own. Seeming to sense who my anger was forged at. And a bright light came into my view. Launching into Mr. Terror. Horace fell to the ground with a thump. And the others rushed to his side. While I raised my hands, lifting them and dropping them. As well as waving them feeling as if that would help me understand what just happened. Luckily I had a brain otherwise I would still be paralysed in shock.
    Bridget stumbled trying to rise to her feet. Kaz seemed to say something that I couldn’t register. Because of the voice in my head saying ‘you have superpowers’ over and over to me.