The Ants That Crawl

Chapter 1: Fire

Əzrailj sits on the right Achilles and Estrela are nowhere to be found, only a stray chair slowly rolling away, while Estrela's chair sits there seemingly untouched.
Welcome back to 13 o'clock news, where every disappointment is made relevant. Əzrail said.

Estrela's golden sword 'Izrail' is thrown across the screen in the back. Achilies is running after it and soon after Estrela or- The Blade as people like to call him is soon to join after, huffing animalistically, looking aggravated as can be. "Careful nobody wants to deal with the damage you guys do to the building today! little shits" Əzrail mumbles the last of the sentence.

Achilies sits on the chair to the left and throws Izrail to the right, over Əzrail's head. Əzrail pays no mind to what's happening with his two teammates.
We're now going to Icarus where they will describe the situation at hand. Archilies said in a strained voice

"Thank you Əzrail, as you can see there is fire is still seeping through the window, no matter what we try the fire will not subside after an hour of hosing it down, but the attempts have ended until heroes arrive on scene, There seems to be at least five people inside the building, two adults an abnormally tall person and a newborn child it looks. Although we have no clue who the other is we can only partially see what he looks like, bringing it over to-."
The reporter cuts off after he turn the small box of a t.v off. He got up from the couch and grabbed his suit from the cool counter top and slide out of the window to the flat earth below. Tommyinnit or as the public know him Massacre- the biggest most Poggest man to ever see the light of day, other than Əzrail or maybe The Blade, Archilies not so much but I guess I'll count him, anyway back to the present. He grabs onto the all to familiar pole and dropped down as he adjusted his mask so only his eyes could be seen. He gets to the scene much earlier thanks to the booster he installed on his boots as to help him jump higher and to propel himself away from places he'd rather not be.

"Massacre, so nice of you to show up" sarcasm leaking from their lips
"Still rockin' the mask I see, huh Icarus?" He says with a grin they couldn't see but smiled nonetheless,

Tommy runs into the house and almost immediately regrets it, he'd forgotten to put on his gas mask but seeing as how the flames are practically taunting him he felt it doesn't matter, after all, he wasn't called Smoke Jumper for nothin'. his eyes had started watering as they soon dried out from the heat surrounding him, he jumped into the taunting flames and grabbed onto the hand that had seen him come in, until he saw the dull black hair peeking out of the spider themed onesie and silently 'aw'd' at the sight in front of him. He picked the child up and sprinted out the door again as the kid burst into a coughing fit,

~After saving everyone because I'm lazy~

Today was very uneventful in my terms of danger at least, yes I know what you're thinking, "what do you mean 'not very eventful'? You just saved a family of three from a raging fire"
Well here in district 12 there seems to be an expectancy for a fire to happen, seeing as I work with both Villains and Vigilantes alike you learn how to see the signs that there's gonna be at least one fire.
He rushed back to his tiny living quarters, that has survived so much. The great Tommyinnit needs a job. All of his food is gone having been eaten over the first few weeks after buying it, but he's to tired to think this is a problem for future him, and boy is future him furious.

'AAAAASGGGGGGHHH' Tommy yelled out as soon as he woke up and saw the fridge was empty 'WHYYYYYYY, I wanna get a jobbbbbb' he said in a whiny voice even though no one could hear him, as if the universe were apologizing a piece of paper flew in from his open window from the night before, on it said *Help Wanted* in bold letters with a phone number on the bottom of the page, now, of course it said what the job was but he was just to happy that he would be getting paid just enough to afford three meals everyday.

It seems the universe didn't hate him because also on the page was an address and under it said district ten, HE COULD PRACTICALLY WALK TO IT!
He did a little spin of joy as he put the paper down on his kitchen table not wanting to call so early in the morning, maybe he'll call in about two hours because the stomach pains are really biting him in the ass,

After about an hour and a half he decided that, that was enough waiting around doing nothing but listen to his stomach growling every ten minute or so,
"Hello?" The voice said
''Hi! I saw the paper you put up that said to contact you for an interview that I desperately need" he said with a grin that was evident in his voice.
"Interview? Interview! Oh my gosh yes of course if you just head to the address listed on the paper we can have the interview, how does twelve o'clock sound?"
"Yes it's perfect and right when I go on walks to judge couples walking down the street" he said with an all to innocent but mischievous tone.
The man didn't seem affected by the sentence just laughing right after it was said, "Oh my sons are gonna love you, anyways I'll see you at twelve then?"
"Yep"he said popping the p. He sat for a couple minutes before thinking -fuck it- and going out to his favorite place of all, he walked down the familiar dirt path grinning widely as he soon saw the old, abandoned but somehow stable warehouse that kept all his cool gadgets locked away hidden inside where the human or hybrid eye can't see. On the outside it looked just about ready to plummet to the earths solid but he knew it hold until someone practically bulldozed it because on the inside was something way better.

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Can someone tell me what voting does please I've been wondering that for a while but ⟟ keep forgetting to search it