Hidden behind the Mask

Hidden behind the Mask

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"So what's your power?" "What they didn't tell you?" I smirk, might as well have fun with this "I make things disappear simply by pointing." I look at my Index finger as if inspecting a gun. I see Static shift nervously in his seat, I mean box seat. "I still can't figure out where they go when they disappear, want to help me find out" I look at Static with a sly smile as I slowly lower my finger and move it in his direction. And with a sudden move jerk my finger his way. Static throws himself behind his box, not really hero like. "Omfg! That was the funniest thing ever!" I laugh as I hold my stomach. Static stands up and tries to play it slick. "You're a real b*tch you know that?" Static brushes his legs, dust floats up as he does. I guess this building is dusty. "Now, whats really your power." * I live in a world with superheroes and super villains, But I never imagined I would fly among them. * Paladin [pal-uh-din] noun 1.)any knightly or heroic champion. 2.)any determined advocate or defender of a noble cause.
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Dagger

When the warehouse disappeared behind the trees, he slowed down a little. The snow quickly coated the ground, and he could only hear the crunching of snow as he walked. He walked and walked, and soon his hoodie provided little protection, as cold seeped through the fabric and froze his skin. He started to shiver, and he rubbed his hands over his arms to try to and warm himself. As he continued to walk, he didn't feel like himself, he felt like someone else was willing his legs to continue moving. His lips turned blue and he tried to curl his toes, but they wouldn't budge, and even though he was still walking, it didn't look the tiniest bit graceful, as he stumbled with each step forward. He stopped shivering, and he didn't even notice he stopped walking, as he looked up into the sky again. His eyes felt droopy, and his eyelashes fluttered as snowflakes threatened to land in his eye. He slowly teetered on the spot, then came crashing down onto the snow. He didn't even flinch at the impact, more like he couldn't. He didn't bother to move, and continued to stare up into the sky. His eyes threatened to close, but he tried to keep them open. Soon, the beautiful sight of the snow was robbed from him and replaced with darkness, as his eyes finally closed. Everything was silent for a little while, before being disturbed with more footsteps.

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