Evelyn Deavor x OC (Super)

Chapter 1: It's Not Easy Being a Super

TK Fletcher's POV

Just like any other day at Metroville, it was bustling with people. The cafe had just opened, and the smell of coffee spread through the air, attracting all sorts of customers. I was tempted to get myself a cup, but the lines were long. I needed to hurry so I could get to work on time.

It smelt fresh today. Last night's precipitation was able to clear most of the pollution. But the dense, dirty air was slowly returning again. At least the trees were lush and green. It gave me something to look at while I walked. Being in a city was definitely my aesthetic, especially when the vegetation was at its best. the rain finally started again, but by a few drops. I tilt my head to the grey clouds and smile, feeling the water fall on my face.

Suddenly, a startled cry interrupts my peaceful thoughts. I quickly whip my head around to see a child - no older than 11- hanging on for dear life to an apartment railing. The building must have been at least 5 stories tall. My heart starts to race.

"Please! Can anyone help him? He's going to die!" A woman yelled. A crowd filtered around the building, trying to get a closer look. A mix of voices clattered together, making it difficult for me to think.

I have to save that child... but it's not going to be easy.

A new law had recently passed, stating that supers could not interact with "official business" and that they should leave it to the professionals. I could be arrested if I was caught. I grab my head and scrunch my brow in thought. Maybe if I save the kid and then leave quickly, it could be my best approach to the situation.

I finalize my plan and agree that it was the only way. I ran over to the nearest alley, hiding myself behind a dumpster.

Ugh, it smelled awful.

I pinch my nose in disgust while quickly stripping my clothes and changing into my super suit. It wasn't good quality (since it was cheaply made by me), and it was not super fancy like other suits, but all that mattered was keeping my identity secure.

I quietly tip toe to the entrance of the alley way and survey the situation from a distance. The child was still hanging on, but his grip slowly began to fade. My adrenaline began to pulse through my veins as I watched in horror. I just wanted to wait a little longer and see if the police would arrive, but they didn't.

"He's going to fall!" A man exclaimed. In that moment, I realized that it was up to me, and the life of that small innocent child was in my hands. A cry came from the child as his grip faltered. He was falling.

In a flash, all my surroundings had become a blur, and I felt as though everything had slowed down. I took a deep breath and ran. The force my feet made broke up concrete as I sprinted over to the apartment building. Even though the crowd was in the way, it was no obstacle for me.

The muscles in my calves began to contort and change. The heat spread up my legs as I jumped. My arms opened, pulling him in, carefully cradling his head into my chest to prevent whiplash. I harshly land back on the sturdy ground.

Time started to revert back, and I felt the large crowd look back at me. I try to ignore them and focus on the child's well-being. I pull his head out of my chest. His eyes were red and puffy. There were streak lines insinuating that he was crying. He still was, but it was in heavy breaths. He was still in shock, poor thing. I gently cup his cheeks and brush the tears out of his face.

"Are you okay?" I asked calmly. He nodded quickly, still trying to take in deep breaths.

"Thank y-you," He stuttered.

"You're welcome, now please... be careful." I quickly let him go and turn my attention towards the eyes staring at me.

"Hey, who's that? Aren't supers illegal?" A person shouted. A sudden panic set in, as I remembered I wasn't supposed to be here. My adrenaline returned once again, and my heart beat faster than ever. I had to get out of here... maybe I could fly.

My eyes still searched the group of people, but my feet started pacing down the road. My distraction caused me to bump into a woman, seemingly in her early 40s. Unfortunately, she was carrying a cup of hot coffee, and it spilled all over her striped button-up. But my brain was too occupied to pay any closer attention.

"Sorry ma'am." I quickly replied. She probably responded, but I was already too far away to hear her. I turned back to the road and prepared myself for another transformation. I wasn't too fond of heights, and it made my stomach a little queasy. But I had no choice. It had to be better than being caught by officials.

The same intense heat returned but creeped up my back, spreading throughout my shoulder blades. I could feel the wings begin to sprout. Within a second, the feathers were dragging across the ground. I spread them ferociously and beat them against the air, lifting myself off the road. I wobble slightly, still trying to get balanced. But I was able to leave the scene successfully.

As I looked below me, I saw that the cop cars had finally arrived to inspect the incident. I chuckled to myself.

Wow, they were a little slow today.

I was glad that I was there when it happened. If not, things would have turned for the worst.