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Origins PrologueThe Teenage Super Heroes. Seriously? I still don't know how we came up with the name, considering not all of us are teenagers. I guess we're all close enough, but that doesn't mean it won't bother me. What about when we grow up and get all old and crinkly and stuff? I mean, what then? The E.S.H. (Elderly Super Heroes)? I have to admit, it sounds a lot like something we would do.
It's honestly the craziest thing, being super heroes. Of course, 'super hero' is a pretty generic term to use, but what else should we call ourselves? We could call ourselves just 'super humans' or 'Meta humans' or something like that, but that's lame. Besides, we are super heroes; it's just a strange word to use considering it's always been linked with science fiction in the past.
Oh well, the past is the past. After all we still have the future. No; we are humanity's future, but I'll confuse you and myself once more and we'll go back to the past (even though the future is so much better). We'
Dreamstate Chapter FiveThe next day, Karl asked us to do a couple things for him.
"You don't have to! Sorry just, never mind," he said embarrassed. Pete and I rolled our eyes and decided to help him anyway, considering we really had nothing better to do. Of course, he was acting like a creeper and did nothing but sit and inspect us while we worked.
"Can you guys move these boxes up to the attic for me?" Karl asked. We shrugged and each bent to pick one up.
I strained to lift it, "What does this thing WEIGH?" I complained, not being able to budge it a centimeter.
"Holy Karl, what's in this thing?" asked Pete. Pete walked over to me and we tried to pick my box up together. When we got it three feet off the ground, it slipped and fell on both of our feet.
We shrieked and screamed and grabbed our feet while jumping around. Karl apologized a million times and said we could help him with something else instead.
"I want to know what was in those boxes," grumbled Pete. For the rest of the day, Karl made
Dreamstate Chapter FourThief felt her way cautiously along a maze of walls. It was pitch-black and she couldn't see a thing save for a small blinking timer on her wrist jog. She frowned, five minutes; where is he? She continued her way along the wall until her hand connected with only air, causing her to stumble forward. When she regained her balance, she continued her way.
C'mon Shana, you're better than this. Then she heard it: the sound of extremely light footsteps; ones that didn't want to be heard. She swung herself around and launched off the wall, but he was gone and she landed with a loud thud.
The lights flickered on and the maze disappeared. Not three feet away, Tele stood looking down at her while smirking.
"Oh my poor sister, you were so close this time!" he laughed. A millisecond later, Thief slammed him into the wall with unnatural strength, wiping the smugness of his face in a satisfactory manner.
"Hey! Practice is over!" he cried, pulling himself to his feet.
"Yeah, but you let your guard dow
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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