Starlight City, a sprawling metropolis of towering steel and glass, emerges like a majestic titan on the canvas of the world. As dusk descends, the cityscape transforms into a luminous symphony, with the city's heartbeat echoing through the canyons of skyscrapers. The shimmering lights, like celestial diamonds, paint the night sky with an otherworldly glow.
Bridges stretch across the gleaming rivers, connecting districts bathed in the glow of neon signs and moonlight. The streets, alive with the constant hum of activity, weaving through a labyrinth of towering structures.
Atop a towering office building, a dark figure surveyed Starlight City from above, their hooded cape billowing in the night breeze. In the stillness, a distant cry for help echoed from the streets below.
Without hesitation, the silhouette plunged down, hurtling toward the streets with ghostly grace. The wind burst through their body as they picked up speed, guided by the distant call for aid.
As the mysterious figure descended, the hum of city life grew louder. Meanwhile, on a shadowed street, bathed in the dim glow of streetlights, a man draped in a black leather jacket, blue jeans, shades, and a beanie kept a menacing gaze at a cowering young man.
The thug's deep hostile voice cut through the night like a dagger. "Drop your valuables on the ground and turn around, pretty boy! Quick!" The young man, adorned in a formal black tuxedo with black hair and quivering blue eyes, raised his hands in a plea for mercy. "Please, man, you don't have to do this. It's my wedding night," the groom pleaded desperately. "I beg you, just let me go. You can take whatever you want"
The thug, unmoved by the emotional plea, maintained a callous composure. His cold gaze looking down on the trembling groom.
"I said drop it! Don't make me repeat myself, or things will get ugly for you and your bride!" "I said drop it! Don't make me repeat myself, or things will get ugly for you and your bride!" The thug's voice hardened as he slowly pulled the trigger back, preparing to fire upon the trembling groom.
In the tense moment before the shot could ring out, a sudden gust of wind heralded the arrival of a mysterious figure. A hooded figure landed gracefully between the thug and the groom, he wore black tights with purple gloves, boots, and mask catching the ambient glow of the streetlights. The gray hooded cape billowed in the breeze, giving an air of enigmatic authority.
The thug, momentarily taken aback, squinted at the strange figure. "Who's this guy with the stupid outfit!? What’s a guy in a weird costume gonna do!?" The masked figure remained silent, a vigilant protector standing resolute between the criminal's intentions and the groom's desperate plea.
The thug, momentarily taken aback, squinted at the strange figure. "Who's this guy with the stupid outfit!? What’s a guy in a weird costume gonna do!?" The masked figure remained silent, a vigilant protector standing resolute between the criminal's intentions and the groom's desperate plea.
"Screw this!" The thug fired a single shot. "You think you can stop me, freak!?" he taunted, only for the caped hero to evade the projectile with swift agility, ducking out of harm's way.
In a seamless motion, the masked hero executed a roundhouse kick, disarming the criminal of his weapon. "You're in way over your head," he warned, the hooded man’s voice, a young and calm yet firm voice. With precision, he delivered a single punch to the assailant's abdomen. The thug gasped for air, collapsing on the sidewalk, unconscious.
The groom, freed from the immediate danger, couldn't contain his gratitude. "Thank you, thank you so much!" he exclaimed, tears welling in his eyes. The masked man offered a nod in acknowledgment, a silent reassurance that the threat had been neutralized.
With a swift motion, the hooded hero shot webbing out of the center of his palm, creating a strong webbed rope. "Stay safe" he urged the groom before swinging off into the night, leaving the thankful man alone on the darkened street. The echoes of the city's hum slowly reclaimed the scene as the mysterious hero swung through the streets of star city, the sound of cars and open stores filling the night sky as he noticed his favorite fast-food store was still open. The familiar glow of Crispy Crave – his go-to fast-food spot. The purple square-shaped restraunt adorned with two vibrant red C's on the blue French fry cup logo on the center of the building caught his attention. The iconic symbol marked the entrance to the eatery, a beacon in the night for the hooded hero.
Descending gracefully, he landed near the welcoming lights of Crispy Crave. Stepping inside, the neon accents accentuated the hero's costume. The aroma of sizzling fried delights filled the air as he approached the counter. The staff, recognizing the young meta-human, greeted him with a mix of casual familiarity.
Inside, the fast-food joint boasted a black and white checker-tiled floor, creating a timeless and classic vibe. The red steel chairs, each adorned with a comfortable black leather cushion, invited patrons to linger. The purple walls added a touch of vibrancy, creating a dynamic contrast with the shiny steel tables and red counters. The overall aesthetic of Crispy Crave blended modernity with a hint of retro charm, providing a unique atmosphere for the hero's brief respite.
The employees, sporting a professional yet casual look, wore black dress shirts with the blue Crispy Crave logo on the left torso. The logo added a pop of color to their attire, creating a unique and recognizable uniform. Additionally, a larger version of the logo adorned the back of their shirts, proudly displaying the name of the fast-food joint. Paired with black pants or skirts, the employees seamlessly contributed to the stylish and inviting ambiance of Crispy Crave.
The masked meta-human walked past the rows of chairs split into two rows, creating a path to the counter. His cape slightly blew in the wind, capturing the attention of most customers who stared at him in a mix of shock and excitement, thrilled to see a meta-human in person. However, towards the back of the establishment, an old man wearing a dark-green sweater and tan pants, with short gray hair, glared at him in disgust. The contrasting reactions formed a subtle tension in the air, adding an element of intrigue to the hero's presence in the familiar fast-food haven.
Approaching the register, a young pale woman with long black hair and hazel eyes, exuding a slight goth vibe, smirked at the hooded hero. "Back for your usual late-night snack, Metaraxnid?" she quipped, her tone carrying a playful familiarity with the nocturnal visitor.
Metaraxnid nodded, acknowledging her remark. "Haven't eaten since I left the house to patrol the city. Figured I should grab something before hunger fatigue sets in. You know how it goes" he replied, his masked expression hinting at the need for a quick refuel in the midst of his nightly duties.
After about a minute of waiting, the young cashier slid a purple food tray over to him. She winked and commented, "Enjoy," with a playful tone. The food tray held a large fry in it’s blue cup, 20 nuggets in a purple cardboard container, and a large soda in a white paper cup with the Crispy Crave logo proudly displayed on the side.
Metaraxnid thanked her, responding: "Thanks, Jenny," as he took the tray. He found a quiet spot in the left corner of the room, away from most of the customers, so as not to distract them. As he slowly lifted his mask just enough to reveal his white mouth and chin, he excitedly began to eat a handful of salted fries.
In the midst of his meal, a young 5-year-old boy with light-brown hair, green eyes, wearing a red t-shirt and blue shorts, ran up to him with excitement. "Cool, you're a real meta-hero, right!?" The masked hero nodded, replying, "Yes, though it's not always an easy job"
The kid clenched his fists, barely containing his excitement, and asked him if he could show him some of his awesome abilities. However, the young boy’s mother called out, telling her son to come over and stop bothering the busy hero. The boy reluctantly turned away, shouting a quick "Bye, meta-hero!" as he rejoined his mother.
Metaraxnid finished up his food, placing the food tray on a stack of other used trays. As he did, the old man in the corner of the room spoke up in a rude, grumpy voice. "We don't need mutated freaks like you in this city! That's what the police are for!" he scoffed, disdain evident in his tone. Without warning, the old man threw his hot coffee at Metaraxnid, but the inhuman easily caught it with one hand, showcasing his reflexes and agility.
The caped hero walked over, seemingly about to place the cup back on the old man's table. However, before he could, the elderly civilian knocked it out of his hand, causing it to spill all over the floor. He then shouted: "I won't drink anything from masked creatures like you!"
Jenny stood at the register rolling her eyes in annoyance. "Mr. Robins, this establishment doesn't tolerate such rude behavior. You're free to leave unless you'd rather be kicked out" Metaraxnid remained calm, looking at Mr. Robins. "There's no need for hostility. I'm just here to help and keep the city safe"
The fragile old man grunted before throwing a punch right for Metaraxnid's face. However, his attempt only resulted in a fractured hand, with the masked meta-hero remaining unphased by the hostile attack. Jenny's boss, a tall man dressed in the Crispy Crave uniform with blonde hair and green eyes, spoke in a stern and hyper tone. "Mr. Robins, you need to leave the restaurant now. I won't tolerate assault here! If you don't go willingly, I'll have to call the police!"
Mr. Robins groaned to himself, holding his sprained hand, before saying, "Yea, yea, I'm going!" in an angered tone as he walked out. Jenny's boss, maintaining his hyper tone, rushed up to Metaraxnid, expressing his sincere apologies. "I'm so sorry about that, Metaraxnid! We won't tolerate such behavior here. I hope this hasn't ruined your view of Crispy Crave!"
Metaraxnid, taking a calm stance, replied, "No worries. One bad encounter won't change my opinion. You run a good place here" The boss nodded with relief, "Phew, glad to hear that! If you ever need a quick bite while you're out keeping the city safe, you're always welcome here. On the house, of course!"
Metaraxnid thanked the boss before paying for his food. As he walked outside, he took a deep breath of fresh air. With a swift motion, he pulled his mask back down, preparing for his next fight in the bustling streets of Starlight City. The night was still young, and was far from being the only crime tonight...
CHAPTER 1 Not All Heroes Are Made The Same
Across the city, two guards, dressed in black security uniforms, stood watch at the glass door entrance. Unbeknownst to them, a pile of sentient mud slid up the concrete steps, through the cracks of the door, moving past them. The mud found itself within the large lobby of the bank. The lobby had black carped floors with white concreate walls.
A built man wearing a formal black suit and tie with short blonde hair and blue eyes came walking down the lobby towards the bathroom. That’s when the entity followed the man into the bank's restroom. The pile of mud then became a large Wave of mud, trapping the suprised man within a hardened cocoon of mud.
Soft muffles could be heard within the layer of dirt as the once pile of mud then transformed into the blonde bank teller, who now wore a sinister smirk on his face. In a deep confident voice, he responded: "Perfect. This form should work out nicely"
The disguised meta-human moved with ease past the other employees, navigating through a narrow corridor. He approached a black steel door and typed in the code on the bank teller's ID into the keypad beside it. The door clicked open, granting him access to a large empty black room. In front of him stood a massive steel vault door, guarded by a security officer dressed in SWAT gear. The officer held a rifle, pointing it toward the disguised intruder. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! SECURITY CLEARANCE, NOW! OTHERWISE, I'M ORDERED TO SHOOT YOU WHERE YOU STAND!"
The figure slowly raised his hands as if to surrender, but in a swift move, he morphed his left arm into a colossal mud hand. With brutal force, he grabbed the security officer by the head, slamming him into the vault door. The guard's helmet shattered, and he slumped to the floor unconscious.
The disguised meta-human chuckled evilly, muttering, "Too easy" He then morphed his hand into a large blade made of hardened dirt, attempting to pierce through the thick steel of the vault door. However, his efforts proved ineffective against the sturdy barrier.
The disguised inhuman grew increasingly angry, shouting: "NO, THIS CAN'T BE WHAT STOPS ME WHEN I'VE MADE IT THIS FAR!" In frustration, he reformed both arms into mud-hardened blades, repeatedly slashing at the vault door. Despite his relentless efforts, the sturdy barrier remained impervious to his attacks.
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Beyond Meta Multiverse (Multiverse 2)
Ficção GeralA Multiverse of heroes and villains my 2nd Megaverse in progress.
