The Adventures Of Red Dragonfly [Volume One]

Issue 7 - Suffocate

Officers Boston and Graham were outside the donut shop grabbing four boxes of sour donuts. They sat in the parking lot, stuffing their faces as a certain topic sparked up a conversation between them.

"Hey, did you hear about what happened on Thursday?" asked Graham.
"What, you mean that meth-dealer that got caught making that makeshift wingsuit?" Boston assumed, taking another bite of his donut. "No, no. I mean that old man that kept that family hostage in the suburbs." Graham added. "The press is calling him The Puppet Monger. Some say he was controlling their minds with strings that came out of his fingertips."

Boston scoffed softly. "No way. Quit fucking with me."
"Man, its true! All the crazy shit we've seen in this city!" Graham replied. "Its like something straight out of a comic book!"

"Supervillains." Boston rolled his eyes softly. "They're popping out of the woodworks, Graham. Back when I was young, the worst we had to worry about was a guy holding you up at gunpoint."

"At least we have Red Dragonfly saving lives, right?" Graham asked with a grin.

"Eh. He seems kinda young for this kind of thing." Boston shrugged his shoulders. "I'm for the OG himself. Green Dragonfly."

As they finished their donuts, they looked ahead to see a man in a black hoodie standing a few feet away from the car. The stranger's face was hidden in the hoodie and all Boston and Graham could see was his lips and chin from the streetlight. "What's this guy's problem?" Graham asked.

Boston got out of the car with his flashlight in hand. "Can I help you, sir?" Boston shined the light in his face. The man grinned, his eyelids were halfway closed as he squinted at the cop in front of him. "I just passing through..." he spoke. "Tying up loose ends."

The man grinned softly as his crooked yellow teeth was shown. Boston's eyes widened, seeing the orange sleeves of his prison uniform underneath his hoodie. Boston aimed his gun at the fugitive along with Graham stepping out of the car. "Keep your hands where I can see them!"

The man laughed softly as he breathed out a poisonous fume towards the two officers. Boston and Graham coughed profusely as it felt like their throats were closing up along with their lungs. Their eyes went bloodshot red as they started wheezing, falling to the ground.

The whole parking lot was blanketed in the poisonous gas as the fugitive with powers left the scene.

THE NEXT MORNING

Wilbur was just coming back with Ethan, holding a bag full of breakfast sandwiches. "I don't care what anyone says. Waffle, sausage, egg and cheese is the best!" Wilbur said as he watched it drizzle in syrup inside the paper bag. Ethan nodded eagerly before looking ahead of them. "Dude, look."

Wilbur took one sniff at the cinnamon goodness of his meal of the morning before looking up to see UHB agents occupying the donut shop across the street. "What the hell happened over there?" Wilbur asked, looking over to see two dead bodies covered up during the crime scene.

Angela stepped over the barriers and grinned at Wilbur and Ethan. "Wilbur. In your civilian clothes, I see." Angela said, walking towards them. "Angela, what happened at the donut shop?" Wilbur was concerned. "Another one of these superhumans you and Russell keep running into." Angela added. "I would give you the details but that would kinda negate the whole secret identity thing. Especially in front of your associate here."

"This is my friend Ethan." Wilbur added. "And don't worry, he already knows I'm Red Dragonfly."

"For the record, I didn't tell anyone! Sidekicks honor!" Ethan said, making the boy scouts sign with his three fingers.