Supers Wear Spandex *third book to Heroes Wear Capes

Chapter 6 - Fire and Ice

"Whether you meant to or not, you both have the heart of your greatest enemy."

~ Taylor Hale (Silver Streak)

Celeste Moctezuma was bored. She had been stuck sitting alone in Wild Fire headquarters for far too long. She was growing irritated with the bland walls and suffocating barred prison.

Thankfully, Silver Streak had left the news on when she went to check up on her friend, the speedster Celeste was supposed to deliver to Trevor Rossi all that time ago in exchange for Wild Fire's identity.

Looks like she didn't need that deal anymore.

The news wasn't much, but it gave Celeste something to do, something to focus on. It seemed the same coverage repeated itself every few hours, more villain attacks in one city or another. The President was trying to get Congress to allow US military action. Superheroes overwhelmed or missing in action. Citizens told to stay indoors.

All the villains attacking were only doing so to cause chaos. To finally use their powers in retribution against the people who put them in Alcatraz after years of waiting. They weren't organized. They barely had any real plans. They all seemed like amateurs in Celeste's mind. If she had been in their position, the carnage would be more extreme and targeted.

But, she wasn't in their position. Celeste was instead sitting in a small cell in the middle of her biggest rival's headquarters trying to keep her sanity.

Wild Fire could keep her as long as he wanted to. The mass villain breakout meant no school. Everyone stayed indoors and off the streets. Celeste had nowhere to go.

If Celeste was one of those villains out there she'd be smart and wait until her city let their guard down again.

The city that looked to be hit the worst was San Francisco. It was right next to the island prison, so every villain that got out traveled through there to their respective cities. Stretchy Girl and Merman were no match for legions of super villains with tough grudges. It was the only city with an entire military lockdown so far.

It bothered Celeste how awful at their jobs some of those villains who broke out were. A couple years in maximum security and they couldn't even properly rob a bank or set up a bomb. Celeste herself was no murderer, but if she ever felt the inclination to take lives and spread her message, she certainly would know to put the bombs waist high in a very crowded center at least with better shrapnel than frozen peas, and she would of course know that you can take even more lives with a second round of bombs for the first responders.

Did those super villains never watch TV?

But, none of Celeste's opinions really mattered. No matter what she thought up, she was still stuck in a Merlonium lined prison with nothing but the news to appease her.

If Celeste didn't think about those stupid villains who broke out, she would be stuck with her only other option. She was trying to give everything she could into not thinking about why she was stuck in Wild Fire's prison in the first place.

And then he walked in.

Last time she'd seen him, Celeste was feigning sleep. This time there was no time to jump in bed and close her eyes before he spotted her sitting on the floor.

Wild Fire.

But right now he wasn't the hero who cursed her very existence. He was just a normal boy. He wasn't in brightly colored spandex with a goofy catchphrase on hand. He was in a polo and khakis with heavy eyes that seemed to hold the weight of the world.