Will looked at the monstrosity that challenged his team. Hundreds of men, women, and children, all with makeshift weapons in their hands, yelled as they marched down the street. Will's team stood at the ready, their muscles tense as they began to attack.
"Do we kill them?" Andrew yelled over the noise.
"Of course we do." Will responded. "We have to, they have seen or abilities and must be dealt with." Vines grew at Will's feet and raised him up. "Andrew..." He looked down at him. "Get a weapon. Steven, you incapacitate them. Richie, you know what to do. Lets make this quick."
Vines sprung from the ground in the crowd of people as they charged. Most tripped or were strangled by the vines, while others were grabbed and held in place. Will closed his eyes to concentrate on using the vines to his advantage. Four Andrews stood in front of Will, each with rubble or scrap of some kind as a weapon. Richie went to work freezing anyone that came to close to him, while burning those who tried to throw stuff at him. Steven blinded the oncoming crowd with bright lights that faced away from the team. He concentrated on them while looking for a way to climb up the face of a small building.
"Will!" He shouted and a vine sprouted and zigzagged between him and the building. He climbed it like a ladder and did a barrel roll onto the roof. Smiling, he raised his hands to face the oncoming crowd. Taking a deep breath, he forced all the light in the area to be absorbed into him, allowing just enough for everyone to see what they were doing. He released the light in a beam that protruded from his hands.
The light that came out of his palms was so intense that as it made contact with a person, they would burst into flame. He swept the beam over the crowd of oncoming people, but they weren't stopping. There had to be hundreds, maybe even thousands of them. Steven felt himself get hit by something in the back. He turned and saw another crowd of people, this one obviously less than one hundred. Steven turned and shot the beam at them.
Richie was beginning to be overrun. There was to many of them, and they came from all directions. He formed a field of ice around so he could take a quick breath. He was drenched in sweat from all the fighting. The ice around him began to break as it was hit with large rocks and pipes. Taking one more deep breath, Richie looked to the holes where people were breaking in and lit them up, spreading the burning from person to person and melting the ice around him.
Andrew, the real Andrew, made his way over to Richie with a large pipe in his hand. He was hitting people over the head, taking hits from all directions like it was nothing. Richie noticed Andrew approaching and with a single quick touch, Andrew's pipe grew red hot in his hands. He smiled and stood back to back with Richie, taking out anyone that came to close. Will continued to take people out with his vines and roots along with a large tree that had erupted in the middle of the crowd. It swung it's branches down, knocking aside dozens of people at once.
There was a lot of people, but the team's strength in power seemed to outweigh the crowds strength in numbers. At least, until the second, much smaller, wave of people came in from the sides. The stronger looking men came in with bullet proof vests and guns stolen from dead police officers. Andrew yelled to Richie as he knocked down a small child. "There's to many of them! They couldn't have all come from this one city! Didn't Noah kill most of them anyway?"
"I don't know! Maybe the survivors called for help?"
"But why wouldn't they send..." Andrew didn't get to finish his sentence. A bullet jumped into his head and exploded out the other side. He flew sideways and landed on the ground. The man that had shot him smiled and turned to Richie, who was only a few feet away.
He raised his gun and pointed it at Richie, ready to fire. His finger started to pull on the trigger, and he heard the loud BANG as the bullet escaped the chamber. The bullet didn't go to far though. It was dug into the chest of a man that jumped between Richie and the gun. A man with blood covering the side of his head and a glare aimed at the man. Andrew grabbed the gun by the barrel and the man shot again out of fear. It went through Andrew's hand and into his chest. Ripping the gun from the man's hand, he felt more bullets pierce his back. He turned the gun around, placing both hands on the handle and one finger on the trigger.
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Oversight
Science FictionNoah was a poor kid that lived on the edge of nowhere with absolutely nobody. At least, that's how he felt. Given nothing throughout his childhood life, Noah was very surprised to find that he was chosen to be part of something much bigger than he t...