YeetMstr, Kapten YeetMstr

Work, training

Every day, Qwills and I train our powers. With no one to train us, no one to support us, our own skills were briefly shoved into our own hands. Our income comes from the government, since we eliminate villains and crime. Our lives were the same everyday. Train, eat, look for villains, eat, sleep, repeat.

Our training course was set up to track milliseconds, speed wasn't called speed for nothing. "A little warm up activity," i say to myself as i dash to the end of the 100 meter course. I activate my power and everything switches to slow motion. 50 meters in, a splitting pain starts to creep into my stomach and everything starts to speed up.

I completed the 100 meters and collapsed. The pain dispersed. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a flash of blue light and an offering hand. "0.13 seconds! You're getting faster!" A familiar voice exclaimed. I accepted the hand and it pulled me to my feet.

I wiped the sweat off my brow and took a glance behind me. An object that moved faster than the speed of sound was bound to leave some damage behind in its trail right?

Wrong, partially.

There was a small chance that a flame would light behind me, or a small explosion due to the air pressure, but the chance was miniscule.

However, an object moving faster than light...