He Sends His Message To You...

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With every stride, the cityscape transformed into a mesmerizing blur, the wind rushing past his face as he effortlessly maneuvered through streets and alleys. From his perspective, the world became a thrilling montage of colors, lights, and shapes, his heart pounding with exhilaration as he embraced the sheer freedom of his extraordinary speed. As he dashed onward, his senses alerted him to the rising heat, and he felt a surge of panic as he noticed his jacket igniting into flames. Reacting swiftly, he veered towards a nearby alley, frantically working to extinguish the fire. In a moment of desperation, he tore off his burning jacket, tossing it aside in a hurry to escape the perilous situation. With determined force, he stomped on the fiery jacket until the flames subsided, catching his breath just in time to hear the beeping of the watch gifted to him by Andrew. The beeping signaled his return to the garage, urging him to make his way back.
As he readied himself to sprint back to the garage, his focus was abruptly diverted by a thunderous boom in the distance. Without hesitation, he dashed towards the source of the commotion with a sense of urgency, eager to discover what had caused the explosive sound.
Arriving at the bridge, he found himself amidst a chaotic scene, with terrified people rushing past him. Undeterred, he pressed further into the chaos, curious to uncover the root of the turmoil unfolding before him. Seeking cover behind a nearby vehicle, he caught sight of the cause of the chaos, a woman clad in a sleek, black and white skin-tight suit known as The FistStriker-unleashing her formidable powers upon the surroundings. From his hidden vantage point, he observed The FistStriker wreaking havoc, pondering how to confront her without revealing his identity, and the sobering realization struck him that he had no concrete plan to thwart her destructive rampage. Contemplating between a reckless approach or a strategic plan, he ultimately tossed aside his ideas and embraced the thrill of the moment, charging fearlessly into the battlefield, ready to face The FistStriker head-on. "Hey!" With a mighty roar, he bellowed, capturing The FistStriker's attention as she halted, her eyes locking onto him, a mix of curiosity and defiance in her gaze."Beat it"
Dismissing him as an imposter, she brushed him off, unaware of his true potential. In an instant, he darted past her with lightning speed, propelling himself like a slingshot, causing her to lose her balance and crash to the ground.
With impressive agility, he came to a halt, catching himself before he could collide with anything. As she recovered to her feet with a knowing smile, she realized that he was the enigmatic blur that kept meddling in her affairs.
" Your The Blur" She Said. " I'll Think of a Better Name" As Donnie rushed right at her with determination, she swiftly and accurately nailed him directly in the chest, effortlessly thrusting him into the ground, causing him to roll onto his backside. " The Man In Black Told me to kill You"
Her laughter echoed through the air, a vibrant mix of joy and mischief, as she couldn't help but find amusement in the situation. " Once i do, Power is Mine" As she clenched her fists, a radiant mix of yellow and gold energy enveloped her, and with a swift motion, she raised her fist to strike. But just in the nick of time, he rushed out of the way, causing her full-force punch to collide with the ground, creating a resounding impact.
In the blink of an eye, as she turned around, he lunged forward with a formidable Superman punch, connecting with precision and sending her momentarily off balance. Catching him off guard, she swiftly delivered a cheap shot to his face with a powerful headbutt, leaving him dazed.
Then, she struck him across the face twice with such force that his vision blurred, making it hard for him to see wherever he glanced. As she went for a mean left hook, he unexpectedly caught her fist and locked eyes with her. His hands began to radiate pure white energy, leaving her in shock, her eyes widening as his gaze turned completely white. With a fierce facial expression, he made her instantly fear him as her powers began to drain. Overwhelmed with weakness, she felt her strength waning as fear took hold.  In a moment of fear, she looked at him just as he delivered the hardest blow to her stomach, thrusting her against a semi-truck with a force that left her breathless. Trembling with fear, she locked eyes with him as he started walking toward her. His bright white eyes shimmered with an intense energy coursing through his veins, leaving no doubt in her mind that she had no chance of taking him on. Despite the overwhelming power he possessed, she knew that taking him head-on was impossible. However, seizing a moment of opportunity while he remained unaware, she unleashed her powers, causing the ground to tremble violently as a massive earthquake shook the surroundings.With remarkable agility and a steady stance, Donnie managed to hold his balance even as the bridge shook violently beneath his feet. His focus and resilience kept him standing tall amidst the chaotic tremors.
As the bridge began to collapse, she swiftly propelled herself into the air, gracefully soaring and evading the imminent danger below. With a daring leap, she escaped the crumbling bridge, embracing the freedom of the open sky. Donnie swiftly dashed off the bridge, his heart pounding, as behind him the once sturdy structure crumbled and collapsed with a thunderous roar. The rumble of destruction chased after him, urging him to move faster. In a moment of adrenaline- fueled instinct, Donnie leaped upward just as the bridge disintegrated into a cascade of debris and wreckage, narrowly escaping the chaos below and defying gravity with a daring acrobatic feat. Collapsed on the ground, Donnie breathed a sigh of relief for his timely escape, yet the weight of regret settled upon him as he glimpsed the wreckage around him, realizing the impact he could have mitigated had he acted sooner. Donnie's sense of unease deepened as he grappled with the realization that the first striker, with a lingering memory of his face, remained at large, forcing him to remain vigilant and constantly on guard to protect himself and those he cared about. Donnie's nimble feet carried him away from prying eyes, a mix of dissatisfaction and relief washing over him. He couldn't shake the disappointment of his inability to prevent the chaos, yet took solace in the fact that no lives were lost or harmed, grateful for that silver lining amidst the turmoil.
Donnie's unwavering determination resonated within him, as he recognized his willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice to protect others. Though disappointed in his current limitations, he understood that mastering his abilities would take time and refused to be too harsh on himself, knowing that growth and progress were on the horizon. Donnie's heart sank as he realized he had startled her, fully aware that she would return later. The realization of his overwhelming power crept into his thoughts, leaving him torn between the fear of being too formidable and the uncertainty of whether it was a blessing or a curse. Donnie's mind became a battlefield of thoughts, grappling with the possibility of a future adversary even more formidable than himself, questioning if his current power would be enough to handle such a threat, creating a sense of unease and uncertainty within him.
Donnie's racing thoughts gradually settled as he contemplated that a stronger enemy might not perceive him as an unstoppable force, easing his anxiety. With a newfound calmness, he sprinted through the streets, making his way back to the safety of the garage.
The force of the blow sent Leslie crashing onto a nearby rooftop, her body rolling and sprawling onto her back. As she lay there, taking a few minutes to recover, she realized she had just endured the beating of her life, feeling humiliated by The Blur's overwhelming power. A burning desire for revenge ignited within Leslie's heart as she vowed to annihilate the blur that had defeated her. The intensity of her hatred toward
The Blur grew exponentially, fueling her determination to make him pay. As Leslie was deep in thought, meticulously planning her comeback, a sudden burst of red energy caught her attention. She turned her gaze to see the enigma of the Man in Black. "I wanna Kill Him, I want Him Dead" she said. " Just Give Me another chance, I can Take him If You Give me More Power" Leslie Told him. " It's Not About Power that Will Weaken Him...." Croaked The Man In Black. " Then What will?" She Told him. " Love..." He Told her. " Love Will Weaken him...."
The realization of having to track down the blur hit Leslie, leaving her with the daunting task ahead. However, she soon discovered that finding a starting point proved to be more challenging than she anticipated, throwing her into a web of uncertainty and frustration.
" How Do I Find him?" Little did Leslie know, the Man in Black possessed knowledge of Donnie's whereabouts. The Man in Black, with his superior knowledge of Donnie's whereabouts, made a conscious decision not to reveal the exact location to Leslie outright. Instead, he relished the chance to keep her guessing, enjoying the thrill of orchestrating the situation according to his own agenda, adding an air of mystery to their encounter. The Man in Black harbored a deep-seated desire for revenge against Donnie and his people from the far future. He sought to inflict a slow and painful torment upon him, driven by the memories of how his own kind had shunned him, deeming him an aberration and disposable, fueling his need for vengeance. The Man in Black, consumed by a vengeful rage, meticulously planned to not only end Donnie's life but also to extinguish the lives of those he held dear. With calculated precision, he devised a scheme that would leave no mercy, no escape, and no hope for Donnie or anyone he cherished, ensuring the depth of his vengeance knew no bounds.
" Tell me How!" She Yelled. "Beacon News...."
As his revengeful presence lingered, the Man in Black's voice croaked with a raspy and glitched robotic tone, filling the air with an eerie resonance.Suddenly, in a burst of crimson energy that forcefully blew against Leslie, he vanished out of sight, leaving behind a chilling aura of uncertainty and impending doom. With a sly smirk on her face, Leslie's smile grew knowing that she had finally discovered the whereabouts of The Blur and the perfect opportunity to strike at his most vulnerable point, relishing the forthcoming chance to inflict the most profound pain upon him.
The Garage
"So What Happened Out there?" Andrew's gaze locked onto Donnie, his eyes filled with curiosity as he inquired about the events that took place at the bridge. Leaning against the railing, he awaited Donnie's response. Meanwhile, Jessica stood in the background, diligently examining the intricate details of the watch Andrew had given Donnie, using a little magnifying glass to enhance her view as she worked on it with utmost concentration." Fist Striker happened"
Donnie animatedly recounted the events of the bridge incident to Andrew, describing how Fiststriker's powerful punches shattered the concrete pillars, sending debris flying everywhere. With awe in his voice, he explained how Fiststriker's lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to evade the authorities effortlessly, leaving behind a trail of chaos and confusion.
Andrew's brows furrowed in realization as he crossed his arms, connecting the dots. "She must've orchestrated this whole thing to lure You out, and undoubtedly she has someone working alongside her," Andrew muttered, his voice filled with suspicion. Jessica delicately fine-tuned Donnie's watch, carefully calibrating it to monitor his vitals and measure his speed. She also added a special feature to ensure he wouldn't get lost, programming it to display his precise location in case he ventured too far. With a determined focus on her face, she wanted to ensure Donnie's safety at all costs.
" The Man In Black" A wave of realization washed over Donnie as he crossed his arms, remembering the encounters with both the Fiststriker and the mysterious Man in Black. The gravity of the situation sank in as he understood that two dangerous individuals were now after him, both with deadly intent. " When I was fighting her on the bridge, She Said If she killed me, Power Would Be Hers" He Looked Up at him. Andrew quipped with a hint of humor,
"Two villains chasing after You, and here You am without a suit yet. I guess You'll have to rely on Your dashing good looks to distract them for now." He chuckled, realizing the vulnerability of fighting in the open without any disguise.
Jessica paused her work on Donnie's watch, standing up as she looked at him with a mix of concern and exasperation." She saw your face didn't she?" Donnie sighed, acknowledging her unspoken question, realizing that he had indeed fought the Fiststriker without concealing his face.
" Did anyone else see?" Andrew's expression shifted to a mix of worry and realization as he looked at Donnie, understanding the potential danger he had put himself in by confronting the Fiststriker without a mask. Donnie nodded solemnly, confirming Andrew's unspoken question about facing the Fiststriker without a mask to shield his identity." So Not Only Do We Know Of You Being the Blur, But Fist Striker, The Woman Running a Group organization Knows what you look like and Now...Could possibly Go after The ones You love to Draw You Out" Donnie's remorse deepened as he contemplated the consequences of facing the Fiststriker without a mask. A whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind as he questioned what he was supposed to do - simply stand by and let her destroy the city? There was no way he was going to let that happen. Determination surged through Donnie's veins as he realized that he couldn't let her hurt or kill anyone. He knew deep down that he had to step up and protect those in danger, even if it meant facing the Fiststriker without a mask.
" I know, I Know!" Frustration took hold of Donnie as he shouted at Andrew and Jessica, causing them to look at him startled. His outburst was unexpected, but his urgency to convey the impending danger couldn't be contained any longer." I couldn't Just Stand By and Let Anyone get hurt, No No way Was I gonna Let That Happen, What If Anyone I knew Was On that Bridge? Lily? Ralph? Austin? I couldn't Live with Myself If Anyone of them were to get hurt or killed, It Would Be On me, It would have Been My burden, My Burden!" Donnie's anger intensified as he repeated his words with a fiery determination, his hands drawing into a swirling mix of white and red energy. As his eyes became consumed by the vibrant energy, Andrew and Jessica couldn't help but step back, awestruck by the raw power emanating from their friend.
" Whitman, Calm down" The room began to illuminate with a mesmerizing glow as the mixture of red and white energy radiated from Donnie's presence. In an attempt to calm him down, Jessica cautiously approached him, her steps filled with concern. Suddenly, Donnie's body gave in to the overwhelming surge of power, causing him to fall forward, stunned, and unconscious." What was That?" As Jessica turned, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Andrew's fully fitted gold armed wrist device. With swift precision, he had shot a tranquilizer dart to subdue Donnie, recognizing that his powers were overpowering him. "Glad That worked" Andrew and Jessica peered down at the unconscious Donnie, concern etched on their faces, wondering what the future would hold for their friend and the immense powers he possessed. The once carefree attitude towards
Donnie's powers had now changed to deep concern. Andrew and Jessica realized the gravity of the situation and understood the need to take safety precautions in case such a powerful event were to occur again. Andrew and Jessica knew that their friendship with Donnie went beyond his powers. They understood the importance of standing by his side, supporting him through any crisis, and embracing his growing strength, for true friendship knows no bounds, even in the face of immense power. Andrew and Jessica made a solemn vow to stand by Donnie's side, unwavering in their loyalty and commitment. While Donnie may not fully comprehend the depth of their sentiments, to them, he is someone they would go to great lengths and even sacrifice their lives for. Andrew's heart swells with admiration and affection for Donnie. To him, Donnie is not just a friend, but a beacon of inspiration and unwavering strength.
Andrew is in awe of Donnie's resilience and feels incredibly fortunate to have someone like him in his life. Jessica's heart is filled with deep admiration and affection for Donnie. She sees him as a true hero, always ready to lend a helping hand and bring positivity into any situation. To Jessica, Donnie is not only a friend but an extraordinary individual whom she deeply treasures and would do anything to support.
Both Andrew and Jessica share an overwhelming sense of love and admiration for Donnie. They see him as a guiding light in their lives, someone who embodies strength, kindness, and unwavering support. Donnie's presence brings them joy, comfort, and a sense of unity, making their bond with him unbreakable and truly special.
A Few Hours Later At Beacon News
Lily gracefully enters Beacon News, her vibrant energy lighting up the room as she spots Ralph diligently filling up his coffee cup. she confidently walks over to Ralph. " Lily" Ralph turns to her with a playful gleam in his eyes, smoothly sipping his coffee to add a touch of charm to their interaction."Have You seen Donnie? I haven't seen Him all day Nor has he messaged me" She told him."You Mean He's Not at Home?" Ralph gazes at Lily with a curious expression, his eyes filled with intrigue and wonder. Lily's worry intensifies as she shakes her head, a mix of concern and frustration evident in her eyes, realizing that Donnie has been uncharacteristically absent all day without any response to her attempts to reach out to him.
" No Need to worry, I'm Sure Donnie is Out doing some errands" Ralph puts on a reassuring smile and gently tells Lily that Donnie is probably just running errands, trying to ease her worry. However, Lily's mind races as she mutters to herself that it's unlike Donnie to be out for errands at this time of day when he's usually always home." Lily" Lily's eyes widen as she looks up and sees Austin, her father figure, approaching her and Ralph. A sense of relief washes over her, knowing that Austin's presence brings comfort and wisdom to any situation.
" What Brings You down here?" Austin's gaze fixates on Lily, curiosity evident in his eyes as he wonders what could have possibly brought her down to Beacon News. His inquisitive nature eagerly awaits her response, ready to offer guidance and support." It's Donnie" Ralph's eyes meet Austin's, and with a somber tone, he reveals that Lily's presence at the station is because of Donnie. Austin's brows furrow in concern.
" What about Donnie? What's Happened to him?" Austin's gaze shifts from Ralph to Lily, a mixture of panic and determination flashing in his eyes as he prepares himself to uncover the truth about Donnie's fate, desperate for answers to calm his racing thoughts. " He hasn't responded to any of My messages or calls all day" lily said. Austin gently places his hands on Lily's trembling shoulders, looking into her eyes with reassurance as he tenderly whispers, "Lily, I believe Donnie is on his way home. His phone must've died. Let's stay positive and keep hoping for his safe return. Lily repeats to herself in a hopeful whisper, "Austin is right. Donnie is on his way home. I'm worrying about nothing." She takes a deep breath, finding solace in Austin's words as she begins to let go of her anxieties.
Just as Lily starts to calm down, the doors of the building are forcefully blown open. Her heart races as she, Ralph and Austin are startled by the entrance of the Fist Striker, donned in a sleek, skin-tight black and white suit. All the people in the building step back, creating a respectful distance from the Fist Striker who surveys the place with an air of ownership, as if every corner belonged to her. Her confident demeanor demands attention and respect from everyone around. " look at this place, Who here Knows The Blur?" With a determined stride, the Fist Striker walks through the building, a commanding aura surrounding her. She demands to know the whereabouts of the blur, making it clear that anyone with information should come forward and reveal his identity. The intensity in her voice leaves no room for hesitation. The Fist Striker continues to survey every nook and cranny of the building with a possessive gaze, as if she was the rightful owner. Her confident demeanor leaves no doubt in anyone's mind that she is in control, exuding an air of authority and ownership.
" Look Lady Whoever it is That Your Looking for, Isn't Here" Ralph, with a heart of steel, musters the courage to speak up, assuring the Fist Striker that the person she seeks is not in the building. In response, she turns to him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, knowing full well that she possesses the power to effortlessly end him, yet choosing to spare him in this moment.
" The Young Man I'm Looking for Has Brown Hair, Brown eyes, Quite a handsome fella, But..."
The Fist Striker pauses for a moment, admiring Donnie's chiseled jawline, his trademark brown hair that effortlessly falls into place. With a charismatic smirk, she approaches Ralph, tapping into her magnetic charm to engage him in conversation. The Fist Striker gracefully turns away from Ralph, her determined gaze scanning the surroundings as she approaches various individuals, inquiring about the mysterious blur. Meanwhile, Ralph catches the eye of Lily and Austin, who exchange curious glances with him, silently acknowledging the weight of the situation. " He Is a Pain In the ass When it comes to Messing with things he doesn't Understand"
Ralph turns his attention back to the Fist Striker, a hint of recognition dawning on him as he recalls the features described, realizing it could be none other than Donnie. Lily, catching Ralph's realization, shares a knowing look with him, understanding the pieces are finally falling into place. Lily and Ralph exchange puzzled glances, silently questioning if Donnie was truly the target of the Fist Striker's search. They both entertain doubts, wondering what she could possibly want with him, and how Donnie could be connected to the mysterious blur. The intrigue deepens as they delve into a perplexing web of uncertainty.
As Lily and Ralph delve further into their thoughts, a realization dawns upon them:
Donnie's absence for the entire day and his sudden appearance when the blur confronts the Fist Striker at Beacon News seems more than coincidental. Could it be possible that Donnie himself is the blur they've been hearing whispers about? The mystery deepens, and their curiosity grows stronger. With a mix of apprehension and determination, Lily and Ralph make up their minds to confront Donnie and ask him about the truth behind his disappearance. They acknowledge the importance of keeping his name and whereabouts hidden from the Fist Striker, realizing that if he is indeed the blur, his assistance could prove invaluable in their endeavors.
MeanWhile
As Donnie slowly regains consciousness, he finds himself standing inside a spacious cell, enclosed by a formidable laser grid fence. With a mixture of confusion and determination, he gathers his strength and directs his gaze at the shimmering barrier of lasers surrounding
him. " Don't Worry, it's Only Temporary"
Donnie's gaze shifts, and there he sees Jessica calmly seated behind a monitor, positioned just a few feet outside the laser grid fence. Seated in a chair with wheels, she rises gracefully, her presence captivating as she steps forward.
" What Happened to Me?" With a curious expression, Donnie takes a few cautious steps closer to Jessica, keeping a safe distance from the laser grid fence. Donnie obediently stood behind the mesmerizing laser grid fence as Jessica hurriedly made her way to the monitor, grabbing her iPad. With an air of excitement, she returned to Donnie's side, eagerly explaining the astonishing events that had unfolded. Her gestures animated, she painted a vivid picture of the incredible journey he had embarked upon, leaving Donnie breathless with anticipation for what lay ahead. "Donnie," Jessica begins, her voice filled with scientific certainty. "The reason you were consumed by the energy you were letting out is because you possess the rare phenomenon of having two forces of energy combined into one, causing a distortion that led to your loss of self." She explains further, delving into the intricacies of his unique power. "When the two forces of energy combine, they create a cascading effect, causing a radical change at the cellular level. It's like a symphony of molecular rearrangement, altering the very fabric of your being. Your cells undergo a metamorphosis, enhancing their efficiency, regenerating at an accelerated rate, and unlocking dormant potentials. It's as if you've become a living embodiment of advanced evolution, with powers that surpass the boundaries of human comprehension." She continues to paint a vivid picture, intertwining complex scientific concepts with captivating imagery, leaving Donnie in awe of the remarkable transformation taking place within him. Looking at Donnie with genuine concern, Jessica musters the courage to deliver the harsh truth. "Donnie, as incredible as it may seem, the convergence of the red and white forces within you poses a grave danger. The conflicting energies have the potential to overwhelm and consume you, putting your life at risk. We must find a way to separate and balance these forces before it's too late." Her words hang heavy in the air, the weight of the repercussions sinking in for both of them. Donnie scratches his head, trying to make sense of the complex matter at hand. With a bewildered expression, he blurts out, "Um, Jessi-Jess, why can't you and Andrew, like, do some sciency stuff and, y'know, split these forces apart from me? Can't you, like, invent some wacky machine or summon some powerful cosmic beings to help us out?" His earnest but naive suggestion reveals his lack of understanding in science and physics, hoping for a miraculous solution to his predicament.
Jessica's gaze shifts from Donnie's confused face to meet his eyes with a serious expression. She explains with a touch of scientific finesse, "Donnie, splitting the forces within you would create a cataclysmic reaction on a molecular level, resulting in a catastrophic event that could endanger not just us, but the entire universe. It's a delicate equilibrium that must be preserved to maintain stability and prevent chaos." Her words carry the weight of scientific understanding, emphasizing the dire consequences of altering the forces within him. Donnie's jaw drops and his eyes widen as Jessica's explanation sinks in. He takes a few steps back from the laser grid fence, a mix of awe and anxiety dancing across his face. His mind races, trying to comprehend the magnitude of the potential disaster he narrowly avoided by heeding Jessica's words. The blaring alarm jolts both Jessica and Donnie, their heads snapping towards the source of the noise. Andrew rushes into the room. causing Jessica and Donnie to shift their attention from the potential calamity to the urgent situation at hand. " The FistStriker, She's At Beacon News" Andrew's words hit Donnie like a ton of bricks, and he freezes in disbelief. His eyes meet Andrew's, a mix of shock and realization dawning on his face as he grasps the fact that FistStriker had been at Beacon News, searching for him.
Donnie's panic sets in like a rapid flood, his mind racing with the realization that Austin, Ralph, and the people at Beacon News are in immediate danger from the presence of the Fist Striker at the station. His heart pounds, and a sense of urgency propels him into action. Donnie's voice trembles with a sense of urgency and determination as he addresses Andrew and Jessica. "Andrew, Jessica, you have to let me out of here," he implores, his eyes searching theirs for understanding. "The Fist Striker is a threat, and I can't just sit idly by while my friends and Everyone are in danger. I need to stop her before it's too late. Please, trust me on this." The faint sound of desperation laces his words, driven by his unwavering loyalty and love for those at Beacon News. Andrew's voice carries a mix of concern and reassurance as he addresses
Donnie. "Donnie, we understand your eagerness, but exposing your face again is too risky. We have something for you" Andrew proceeds to disable the fence, leading Donnie out of the room and back to the bustling main area of the large garage. Jessica, with a mischievous grin, flops a large case onto the table in front of Donnie, urging him to open it. As Donnie lifts the lid, his eyes widen with excitement and a smile brightens up his face as he sees what's inside, making his heart leap with joy.

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