The Omni-Duo

The Norma

August 24, 2010

Blazing through in a green and black blur, Kevin cruised down the street in his car. A majestic roar sounded from the steed's engine, piercing the cool silence of the night. Driving through the relatively empty streets of Bellwood, the mutant sat back with a smirk as he continued his journey. 

Off to the side, his copilot leaned against the window, observing the buildings as they flew by. Endless pools of (E/C) listlessly soaked in the city lights, his eyes stretching to no end. Their vehicle crawled to a halt, complying with the crimson dot that hung over them. The sudden jolt woke Y/N from his restless slumber, snapping his gaze over to Kevin. 

Y/N: Okay, so remind me what we're doing again.

Kevin: Burger run. Figured we could use a break from the witch hunt.

Y/N: Okay, still doesn't explain why you brought me along.

Kevin: Entertainment. 

Y/N: Of course.

His sigh echoed through the cabin, his eyes sliding back to the window before returning to Kevin. 

Y/N: You sure we should be doing this?

Kevin: Yeah, I mean why not? I don't know about you, but I'm starving. 

Y/N: Kasey's still out there. As long as she is, she'll stop at nothing to get the Keystone. 

Kevin: Look, we've spent the past week searching for your ex and turned up nada. If I had to spend another minute staring at that computer someone was getting their ass kicked. 

Y/N: Wha-She's not my ex!

Kevin: Look, I need a break, you need a break. So, just sit back and enjoy this. Besides we'll be back in 30 minutes. There's nothing to worry about. 

Y/N pinched the bridge of his nose, nostrils flaring in annoyance.   

Y/N: Kevin, you don't understand, you don't know what she's like. Look, after my last fight with her she won't come to us. So, can we just turn around and go back to looking?

Kevin: No. 

Y/N: You've gotta be shitting me. 

Kevin: You need this. 

Y/N: I need to find Kasey. 

 Kevin: Doesn't mean you can't take a break every now and then. 

Y/N: Kevin, this is a waste of timeeeee!!!!

Tremors rocked the car, the frame erupting into groans as the cabin shook. Their arms shielded their faces, the pair bracing as the impact struck.

Sirens shrieked, a shrill melody which instantly sobered you up. A groan slipped from the boy's throat, his vision coming in like a polaroid. Surprisingly, everything was still intact, the hood free of any scraping or denting. Murmuring in confusion, his eyes began to scan their surroundings, attempting to discern the severity of the crash. 

Rational thought came as a chore, consciousness crawling at a snail's pace. Orange sparks danced in your pupils, increasing in quantity with every deep breath. Y/N's eyes grew lighter and lighter while his mind accelerated.   

Y/N: The hell?

You rapidly shake your friend, freeing him from his dazed stupor. His ID Mask had been shaken off by the crash, leaving his true form on full display.