Mark was standing on the hood of a busted up red Corvette, with Fae on the roof behind him, floating through the night sky in search of something they could use to take down Lord Daemon. Something to use as a battering ram. A blimp vould be great fun, or perhaps a helicopter!
"See anything?" He asked as he steered to the left.
"If I saw something I'd tell you! Fool!" She snapped, stomping her foot on the roof.
"Are you still mad about ze whole cage thing?" He asked.
"Well yeah! You put me in a cage!" She yelled.
"Sorry!"
"Mmhmm!"
Then somewhere in the distance, they heard the chippity chopping of helicopter blades whirring away.
He turned his head and seventeen blocks away, a black helicopter was flying around and around in circles, doing doughnuts in the air. It was being flown by some kind of daredevil pilot. Bowing his head, he turned the car around and took off straight for the helicopter, as fast as his telekinesis would allow.
"Hey! Be careful!" She exclaimed.
He glanced back at her, she was on all fours, clutching onto the frame of the car for dear life. He slowed up a bit, and she got up on one knee, kept her palms on the roof, knocked her white hat back a little. Her red hair looked golden in the moonlight. She looked ready to do some hijacking.
"Just like old times eh?!" He yelled.
"When have we ever rode a corvette in the sky to steal a helicopter?!"
He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Vell! If ve ever do zis again, ve can say today!" Mark replied.
The car pulled up right alongside the helicopter, the doors were open, and they could see right in. It stopped spinning and hovered there. They could see the pilot. Some guy with a decent tan, a head of dark, purposefully messy hair, and a grin on his face. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt and a pair of sunglasses. One of those guys who thought he was the main character. The pilot glanced around and then jolted back in surprise when he saw them.
"Uhhh... Is something wrong with my coffee?" The pilot asked as he took his coffee out of the cupholder.
"Your helicopter is being hijacked! Pull over now!" Mark yelled over the thunderous chopping.
"My what?!"
"Helicopter!" Mark exclaimed, pointing at the machine.
"Yeah?!"
"Being! Hijacked!" He made a few wild gestures, one to show that he was going to climb inside and take the wheel, and another to show that he should pull over so he wouldn't get hurt.
The pilot threw his head back and laughed as he drew out a black handgun and aimed it at him.
"You're funny!" The pilot shouted. "But also dead!"
Bullets fired from the gun, the shots muffled by the cacophony of blades whirring.
Mark caught all the bullets in mid-air, stopping them dead in their tracks. He offered a grin. Turned all the bullets around.
"Pull over! Or get shot by your own bullets!" Fae called out.
"What?!" The pilot responded.
"Pull over!" Mark replied. "Or bang bang!"
"Hell no!"
The helicopter took off, flying higher up into the sky, speeding towards the moon. Swerving left and right occasionally in an attempt to throw him off. Mark growled under his breath and yelled for Fae to hold on as tight as she could. He sent the car into motion, hauling after the helicopter. He was nearly as fast, but not quite. He was able to pull up just behind it.
The tail swung at him, and he ducked out of the way, dove down a few feet. He sent the handful of bullets firing into the tail rotor. There was a small burst of fire, and then the helicopter started thrashing in the air. It slowed enough for the car to be able to pull up alongside it again.
Fae stood up and screamed out as she leaped from the roof of the car to the inside of the helicopter. She landed hard on her stomach on the metal floor, her legs hanging out from the open side. She pulled her legs in and got up on her knees, rushed up behind the pilot and threw her elbow around his neck. Yelled at him.
Mark couldn't hear what she was yelling.
He dropped the car like it was hot, and floated into the helicopter to stand right beside her.
The pilot had a knife over his shoulder, pressed to her throat, ready to slice it open, and she was ready to choke him out. The pilot stood up from his seat and walked her backwards, to the open door. He elbowed her in the gut, dropped onto his back which sent her tumbling out of the helicopter, holding on only to his neck. He slashed at her arm with his knife, and she let go.
Mark ran to the side and used his telekinesis to grab her by her clothes. Pulled on them, tugged her back up.
The pilot got up off the ground and started towards him, knife dripping with blood.
An alarm started buzzing and blaring, the nose of the helicopter dipped, and they started diving towards the ground.
Mark slipped and slid across the floor towards the other open side. His legs fell out into empty air. His heart skipped a beat as he tumbled out of the helicopter. Quickly, he used his telekinesis to attach himself to the floor, still maintaining his hold on Fae. He pulled her into the helicopter and plastered her to the floor beside him. The pilot ran to the chair and pulled at the steering wheel. Pressed a few buttons. Tried to regain control.
"You idiots!" He yelled out. "You're going to kill us all!"
"Sorry! You should have pulled over!" Mark yelled back
He sent his energy coursing through the belly of the helicopter, all the way to the tail and the nose, and tipped it back up to a reasonable position. They were still falling, fast. It was heavy, and it was going to take a moment for the helicopter to slow its descent. He stood up and went over to the pilot. Grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Get up! Let me drive!" He said.
"How about no?" The pilot responded. "It's my helicopter. Well technically, it's my sister's and she'll be pissed if anything happens to this thing. You don't want to get her angry!" He warned.
"Come on! I can handle it!"
"No! No one can handle Choppy!" He snapped.
"Choppy?!" Fae yelled.
"That's what I said!" The pilot exclaimed.
"You have issues man! Real issues!" Fae said.
"Blame my sister!" He responded.
Mark wanted to yank the guy right out of his seat and throw him out of his own helicopter. But he understood why the man was upset. He was simply out for an evening ride and had two maniacs pull up on a red Corvette so they could hijack his sister's helicopter. Still, I must have it!
Fae elbowed him, gave a wink. Placed her palm on the man's arm. Turned his white button-down shirt to glitter, leaving him topless.
"Get up! Or the pants go too!" She screeched.
She stared into him with fire blazing in her eyes.
The man's eyes widened, he blinked at her. Stood up and moved behind the chair. Gestured for Mark to take the seat.
Mark gladly threw himself at the steering wheel and flew off towards the battlefield. Sent his power through the helicopter enough to steady it and stop it falling. Steered the machine along the rows of buildings. Stopped at the front of a tall office building, level with the rooftop.
Fae bumped into the pilot and shoved him along to the edge.
"Get out, unless you wanna die with this thing," Fae said.
The pilot glared at her, sighed, gave a shrug, and leaped from the helicopter to the rooftop, landing with a sharp twist so he could watch as they took off. He waved after them and bowed his head. Drew out his phone.
Mark sent the helicopter hurtling through the air, as fast as it could go, off to find Lord Daemon.
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Dusk Harbor 1999
Science FictionYou've been out superheroing all night, and you just got your behind handed to you by a fellow hero who can't keep to his own territory. You come home to see that your beloved cat has brought in a business card, it's an invite to a secret meeting of...
