The Hall Of D-Class Superheroes: Part 2

Chapter 5: The Arm

Six months, and one serious toughening up later...
Third person POV
A red Cadillac sat outside the penitentiary, with a young lady sitting inside. Waiting for the foursome that we have come to love.
This young lady was the same same one who burnt her arm, the same one who made the phone call, the one who would rectify the hall.
Around her was a group of people, getting larger by the minute, all waiting for the same people. It was like a group of raiders fans who found a bag of catnip. Angry, anxious, and insulting everyone around them.
But then, the prison bell sounded... The gates began to open. And out came the Hall of Legendary Heroes. But no longer would that be their name.
The jeers began, the protests shot up, things being thrown around, people being trampled! They weren't raiders fans with catnip... they were normal raiders fans!
But then, a certain fan, an oh so important fan, a fan that people question the existence of he was so important, shouted this:
"Legendary Heroes? More like D class here's!"
The classless crowd fell silent. Crickets could be heard in the distance. But as if some power controlled the crowds every movement, every word they said, every breath they took, they started shouting in unison
"D class! D class! D class! D class!"
Over and over, like the chimpanzees they were! Ninety bowed his head in shame... They had hit an all time time low. People from the deep south were booing them, renaming them, taking away everything he had ever done!!!
He ran the rest of the way to the car, trying to avoid the horrible things being said.
He opened the door, and slammed it shut.
"Kris, start driving."
"But Matt, we have to wait for the rest of them!"
"Kris, their dragging me down, taking my life away, destroying every emotion I ever had. I can't be these stupid babies father anymore!!! I'm going insane!!!!"
"Matt, you need to chill out, their your frien-"
"Their NOT MY FRIENDS!!!!
NOT MY FAMILY, NOT MY HOMIES, JUST THE PEOPLE DRAGGING ME DOWN!!! DRIVE, DAMMIT, DRIVE!"
The rest of the gang was feet from the door. Feet from opening up another chapter of agony and pain in Ninety's life.
Kris floored it... The car was gone.
And that's when the trouble began.