The Hall Of D-Class Superheroes: Part 2

Chapter 8

      Ninety POV
       That Kris...
      But now was not the time.
      Now that we were both back in the car, we knew what we had to do.
      "Kris, let me just make sure I wasn't holucinating."
      "Trust me you weren't."
      "Ok then. Next, what are we going to do? Cause this isn't something I run into every day."
       "Well your a superhero, right? Go do something."
       Shit. Good point.
       "Wellllllllll, I'm uhhh... not sure if I'm... ummm.... prepared?"
        "Matt, are you actually trying to get out of this?"
       "Hey, the police have guns."
       "Really?"
       She looked at me with that face your mom gives you. You know that passive aggressive one after she says you have a choice of either doing something or not. But you don't really have a choice.
    "Alright, whatever."
    "Good. I'm gonna take you down to sixth street so you have a direct 90 degree angle to the arch. See who and what's there."
(A/N: If you live in St.Louis and are reading this, I'd like to say I have no clue what streets are adjacent to the arch. Thanks for understanding my need of a sort of setting!)
          "OK, I got it."
          "Then, if you see the criminals escape, tell me their vehicle, and I'll chase them."
          "Kk."
          "Then I'll snap my fingers."
           "Wait, what?"
           "Well, you know how I said I got a bionic arm? After that freak pizza accident."
            "Nahhhhh, that wasn't the exposition of this book."
             "What book?"
              "Read chapter twelve of the original one, you'll get it then."
              "Ooook? But anyway, me, in the fury of my loss, built an extra module into the arm. And guess what happens when I snap my fingers?"
             "Well I'm the embodiment of the author in this fictional, parrallel universe, so I know exactly what it is. But please, the author wants me to say something silly for comedic relief. So here: What, shit fly's out of your hands?"
         "Ninety are you smoking weed again?"
         "I'm not and I never did."
         "But anyway... Well now you ruined the dramatic reveal of my powers but whatever."
         "You realize people may be dying while we have this conversation about the wrecked fourth wall. But hey, we'll save that for the next chapter."
       
        (A/N: So my homies. Get this homslices. Famyquans. Homilicious freshest. Number 9. Mic drop.