Spectacular World

Pantheon VS Bad Timers

Kevin had spent his whole life trying to be the best. He studied three times a day: when he first woke up, during lunch, and before he went to bed. He exercised for three hours a day whenever he could and constantly read the new info on the local football players for the next game.

And on top of all of that, he was on a cocktail of drugs. Sure, his future wouldn't be the best, but the present was the only thing he cared about. He was as good as a human could get.

But that was just the thing.

In the end, he was human.

Gunfire rang throughout the air, hitting metal and stone. The warehouse had been dark, with only a large window up top allowing moonlight in. Well, that and the many flashes of fire.

Demonica's name was accurate, it seemed. The woman moved like a demon. The villain was fast. Most Supers were faster and stronger than your average human, but speedsters were something else. Almost like a cheat code, casually dodging gunfire and moving fast enough to cause their blows to land with devastating force.

Each goon the Bad Timer hit didn't get back up.

"Oh God," Kevin whispered, watching the woman dance through every person like it was nothing. They said God once created man, and it was the act of guns that made men equal. Tell that to a Super.

Demonica didn't just run through every person that came near her. The villain utterly destroyed them. Demonica crawled, going on the ceiling and the walls, her limbs twitching and distorting like something out of a horror movie, as fire blasted off of her, scorching anyone that got too close.

"We can't handle a Super, retreat!" Someone screamed out.

That caused Kevin to snap out of the trance. "This is our chance." He put his arm under the man in the suit and helped the guy up. "We can get out of here if we hurry."

"You think we can actually escape." The man groaned, clutching at where he had been shot. "That woman is one of the cruelest people around. She won't let us go."

Kevin didn't even have time to argue with the man. The warehouse he was in constantly shook, and the wooden beams had ignited with fire a while ago. There were no windows, and if not for the open door, everyone would have all been killed by the smoke a while ago. Dozens of boxes formed walls, allowing them to stay mostly out of harm's way from the bullets. There had been at least a hundred goons in the warehouse, many up in rafters or sitting on boxes, but now less than twenty remained.

Several of the Wandering Coin members dropped their guns and made a mad dash for the exit. No one was able to get outside, though. Fire blasted out at the entrance to the warehouse, causing the front of the building to cave in, leaving them all trapped in what might become their metal tomb.

"Damn it!" Kevin cursed. He made sure he was out of sight of the villain as he set the man down. "You stay here. With all these boxes around, there's bound to be a few crowbars to open them somewhere. I'll try to bust through the wall."

"Ha. You think you can get through an entire wall of wood and stone?"

"Gotta try at least." Kevin hissed.

The man shook his head and stumbled to his feet. His eyes lingered on something that was in the center of the warehouse. The one who had invited everyone here today had been sitting on it, though now only his lower half remained. "Idiots. Of course, a gun isn't a match for a Super. Did they forget what kind of products they had?"

"Where are you going?" Kevin asked.

The man ignored him, stumbling into the center of the room, where bullets rained as much as the hellish woman's fire did. Kevin had been right about the crowbars. There was one next to a box, which the man in the suit picked up. He brought it down on the box and forced the lid off, ignoring how his side felt like it was about to explode.