The Dinner Treaty

Chapter Six - A Mask to Mask Confrontation

The gunshot rings out across the city, and it draws my brothers to me like moths to a flame. At first, I see Carter and Mike, racing towards me with their capes fluttering in the wind. Classic manoeuvre - Two to distract at the front, while the third tackles from behind. Like clockwork,  a slight gust of wind alerts me to Luke racing at me from the back. I jump and perform a rather spectacular backflip, causing Luke to bowl into my other two brothers, barrelling them down like bowling pins.

I snort, watching my siblings untangle themselves and turn to face me. "I really thought you'd put on more of a show for our first confrontation" I smirk, putting my hand on my hip, by the holster that houses my gun. Luke never was one for witty banter, so he merely snarls at me - my other brothers follow his lead.  I tut loudly and slowly, and I know it will make them see red. "English, please," I say in a sing-song voice before I turn around and land on the building. I flip my hair, elongated by extensions, and leap off the edge. I allow myself to freefall for a few seconds, before bursting into flight, faster than I've ever gone before. A quick glance over my shoulder shows my brothers in hot pursuit, their faces set in determination.  Smiling, I click my heels together and deploy the dust-bomb I spent hours perfecting in my workshop. It explodes right in front of my pursuers, engulfing them in a cloud of pink and glitter. That'll buy me a few seconds.

Swerving around the corner of an apartment block, I slam face-first into Carter.  "Oof!" 

I take a few seconds to right myself, and in that time my other brothers have caught up. Carter must have split away to catch me in a trap, and the pink dust masked his absence.  It seems an impossible situation. High-rise buildings on either side and my brothers behind and in front. Lucky for me, there are more than two ways to go when you're flying. I pretend to move upwards, before throwing myself into a downward spiral and ducking under Mike. I speed around another corner and press myself flat against the wall. Three figures, blurred by speed, rush past and I creep back around the corner. Using a spare can of spray paint, I hastily write my name on a nearby building and make my way towards home. I've won my first encounter with my brothers - and my only 'injury' is a headache.