Writing Prompt filled oneshot book

Quite the secret.

(Character: Alita Halleson, 5'7, 18, brown pixie cut, blue eyes, ligh tan skin)

6/14/19

My life was always a bit strange, living with my older brothers— yet rarely seeing them, their day job was saving the lives of people, after all. No no, they weren't firemen, ambulance drivers, police officers, nothing like that.

They were superheroes.

Yeah, you read that right.

Heroes.

Always out, saving the the city of Trenton New Jersey. Four feared and respected super-humans, receiving medals and money for saving our reckless home; with a usless, pitiful excuse for a little sister.

"Hey, don't say that, you're an incredible person!" A voice behind me rang, causing me to slam my journal shut, leaving pen marks on the paper as I closed it on the writing utensil.

"Riley! You ass," I complained, "what did I tell you about looking over my shoulder."

"Not to do it," he replied, ruffling my already messed up hair, "but I don't tend to listen to my siblings if you haven't noticed— or anyone, for that matter."

"Leave!" I shouted, ushering my brother out of my room.

"There's macaroni downstairs–" he informed me as he stood in the threshold of my room, quickly closing the door as I threw a shoe at him, the sneaker hitting the wood with a clunk.

"How much more annoying can they get..." I mumbled to myself, grabbing my phone and scrolling through my social media.

I was pretty hungry, so after a few minutes of mourning over my perfect paper, now scribbled on with black ink, and a few holes here and there on the page, I slid down the stair rail to the kitchen, grabbing the last bowl of the holy sustenance known as pasta. I jumped over the couch and sat down Indian style like a child on the bouncy sofa, flicking on the TV as I snacked on my food.

_______________________________________

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Time for an ˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົཽ≀ˍ̮ ❝᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚ skip.

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

_______________________________________

School was cancelled due to all the ice and snow that had coated the streets, making it unsafe for traveling. But people are stupid, so of course they're still going to drive on roads, even if it's just to get donuts.

"Sebastian, Riley, let's get moving! A gasoline truck slid and collided head-on with a transportation bus, we have to get there as soon as possible!" I heard my eldest brother holler at the others, I started counting down in my head.

Three...

Two...

One...

My bedroom door burst open, revealing the figure of the oldest person in the household, my brother Reagan. "There's been a collision–"

"Yes I know. I heard you shouting," I cut off his sentence. He just smiled and pecked my forehead, and leapt from an open window across the hall, "be safe!" I yelled after him, watching as he transformed into a figure of ash, and disappeared, leaving particles of dust and black smoke behind him. (He teleported)

As soon as I was sure that they were gone, I clambered over to my closet, peeling up a trapdoor that held a certain metallic black and red outfit with the mask of a skull. (The photo up top, but silver)

Yes, I was the iconic villain of the city. I was Thunderbird.

I slipped on the black pants, snug in the metal breastplate which held my wings, platnuim boots and wrist gauntlets, cringing as I placed the red contacts in my eyes, topped off with the silver mask decorated with rubies along the cheekbones, and around the eye sockets, making an "s" figure across the bride of the nose.

I slathered on the raincloud grey paint on my neck and the rest of my face that showed, deciding to wear a little makeup, and painted (yes painted) my lips a bloody red. And with the finishing touch of my midnight black feathers, I wrote a letter on a sticky note for my brothers, saying: "Hey! Got bored while you guys were out and went to the library, see you soon!"

With that, I grabbed my spray-paint can and bolted out the back door, activating the "Muscle and Blood" recognition in my wings. Yeah, in order to get them to work I had to use a blood sample. My wings started fluttering anxiously, and I took of to the cold evening sky.

I'm getting kinda anxious about the delayed updating, so I'll just put it into two parts. Yeah sorry it's short.