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Michael looked around at all the enemies before him. He knew that him and Charlie could never take them all. Especially with Charlie sporting two gunshot wounds in her body, it was a miracle she was even standing. That girl was strong. Michael didn't exactly fancy being thrown into a detention center just for existing but the other option was to be killed. Their options didn't look very good, but Michael resolved to go down fighting. He looked at Charlie who was standing but fading fast. Michael raised his fists and nodded and Charlie wearily did the same. He had a feeling that she would rather give up, but didn't want to disappoint him. 129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZNoccwxlaV
The elite, clad in futuristic armor and with mean light blue eyes glinting through the holes in his mask, held a hand up to still the soldiers who had meant to shoot Michael and Charlie dead in the next second. "You are not going to flee? We have you outnumbered 10 to 1 and your companion is quite injured. The least logical course of action is to stay and fight, as it carries with it 0 chance of victory, at least with running away my marksmen might miss, and with that luck, you could be delivered from here" He had an almost musical way of speaking. As if each word were apart of some choregraphed play. Michael glared at the man and spoke for both of them, as Michael was sure that Charlie was only going to be good for a minute or two and likely wasn't in a talking mood, "Better to be captured or die fighting than to get shot in the back like cowards." The elite chuckled "How refreshing, well in that case." He raised his hands and the soldiers started firing their rifles at Michael and Charlie. A millisecond before Michael was ripped into swiss cheese everything stopped moving, all the carnage ceased and the world was like a picture. Michaels power allowed him to stop time for a second, only one second from his perspective did he have to act. Time he did not intend to waste. He quickly dived behind a car as time started back up again and he saw Charlie kick a car on its side with her good leg to block the bullets. Michael smiled. Maybe they had a chance after all. Michael turned his attention back to the Subdoers and saw that two were approaching his car warily. He waited until both just passed into his cover before he activated his power again. He quickly strode to the nearest and kicked him in the groin before sprinting towards the other as time started again, using the man's surprise to his advantage Michael swung a left hook that dropped him and rolled just as he was shot at again. He took refuge behind another car and watched as the two soldiers he'd attacked picked themselves up and retreated a bit. He was huffing in exertion. His ability was quite draining. He had only just learned to activate it himself, it used to just come when it felt like it. Michael again glanced over to see how Charlie was doing but his view was blocked by multiple overturned cars. It sounded like she was losing however. Michael promised to save himself first and slid over the hood just as 4 soldiers came his way and he activated his power mid sprint and ran right into the thick of them, stealing a combat knife from one of their belts and slicing in a wide arc, catching two of them in the chest with thin slashes. He threw the knife at one other and kept running. Only once he had taken cover again after nearly being shot did he realized that had lasted half a second longer than last time. Michael grinned through his fatigue. If he somehow survived this he was going to figure out how to stop time for much, much, longer. However, he could feel that he only really had one or two more uses of his power left, after that he would be too tired to use it. Picking up limbs that felt like they were filled with molten lead Michael peeked over his car and saw that only 5 soldiers remained. One had his arm at a weird angle and was breathing heavily by where Charlie was, he saw her unconscious on the ground, or at least he hoped she was unconscious. She had multiple bullet wounds and was bleeding slightly from her head. He was really sorry for dragging her into this, but she would have been found eventually. He cursed their lot in life and ducked back again as they spotted him.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ09Ln0kOLB7
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"Let's do this then" Michael slid over the hood of his current cover and again sprinted straight at them, they leveled their guns, and fired just as Michael stopped time. He could barely move but he managed to take all of their guns and roll away before time resumed. He let the deadly weapons fall with a clatter. "Have at it then, c'mon, I'm just a kid, this is kind of embarrassing. Isn't it, I mean your losing to me it would seem" The soldiers drew their knives, and ran at Michael with vehemence. Michael attempted to stop time again but it just sputtered and while they appeared to slow for a moment nothing else happened. Michael parried the first knife jab but was quickly overwhelmed. They quickly beat him and bound his wrists with thick metal cuffs with a glowing red band that turned green when they clicked shut. Michael could feel that even if his ability wasn't overused at the time the cuffs would have prevented him from using it. He sat there, knees on the pavement of the battle torn parking lot in utter defeat. He truly had harbored hope, but what did he think he was playing at. The elite hadn't even fought. He would have defeated him had he beaten the normal soldiers. He heard slow clapping and turned to see the elite was the source of the noise. "Quite the show, quite the show, you and your companion fared far better than I expected. There are only a few superhumans who I have been equally matched with and I dare say you would have been one of them given enough time. Bravo, bravo indeed." Michael glared at him but said nothing. What was there to say? he looked over at Charlie who he had been put next to. She was breathing but barley. She looked worse from afar. As a matter of fact, her ankle wound was slowly healing. Michael didn't see it at first, but the skin was slowly knitting itself together. It was less of a bullet sized hole and more of a pinprick in her skin with shiny spots where it had already healed. Michael promised to ask how her powers worked in prison. Which of course had to be their destination. No other fate awaited people like them it would seem.129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqEjKMZTeTd
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Michael jostled against Charlie and another man who he was in the middle of, the man had no cuffs on and was sound asleep. His erratic snores filled the area of the small patrol van. A plexiglass screen with metal bars, separated the three prisoners from their captors. Charlie was awake and she was looking as if she had taken quite the beating. There were a bunch of crushed and bloody bullets on the ground from her body pushing them out as she healed over the last few hours. There were nasty looking green bruises where she had been hit. Her hoodie was in tatters somewhere back at the school and Michael had realized its purpose when they ripped it off of her to bind her properly. It hid the considerable muscles that belied her diminutive frame. She hadn't spoken a word the whole time and Michael had stopped trying to talk to her in the first ten minutes of silence. With both of them with their left hands chained to the wall with only enough room to raise it up halfway. Charlie was fiddling with some sort of stone, Michael couldn't tell but it looked like Fool's gold. "What are you carrying that with you for? Fool's gold is worthless on its own." Charlie immediately spoke in a quiet whisper that made it sound like she'd been crying. "It's real." Michael was so surprised by her response that he almost forgot what they were talking about. A moment later he said "What? Anyone can see, it isn't." Anger flashed across Charlie's face for a moment, but it passed and she fell into silence once more. Neither had realized that the stranger's snoring had stopped, and that he was awake. The stranger had pale skin and a sleepy look on his face. "Where are we?" His voice was low and confused. He had a slight southern accent. Michael felt a pang of pity for the man, at least her and Charlie had been taken in by force, and they had had a chance to know what was going on. But this guy had probably been stolen away in his sleep. Arrested for a crime he hadn't known he had committed. The clothes he wore were rather inappropriate for sleep, he had on a three piece suit over a white shirt and black pants. He looked ready to go to work. Not sleep. "You're in a prison van. The good ol' paddy wagon" Michael informed him. "What! no... that's not possible, I'm not a freak! I just told the Subdoers how to find someone. I did nothing wrong!" All sympathy Michael had for the man vanished, he made a noise of disgust, and Charlie shook her head. "You must be freaks then... since your locked in here..." The man made a panicked noise. "THEY LOCKED ME IN HERE WITH A COUPLE OF MONSTERS. GET ME OUT OF HERE." The man started freaking out and thrashing around jostling Michael and Charlie and trying to get away from them in the small space. "Charlie can you shut him up?" Charlie's powers may have been disabled. But those muscled arms weren't just for show. She flicked her wrist apathetically and a length of chain connected to it whipped up and smashed into the man's face, causing him to fall unconscious. Michael pretended to be unimpressed and just murmured his thanks. Charlie ignored him and went back to staring at her stone. Another 20 minutes passed in silence until a sudden noise broke the quiet. It was a phone ringing, and the noise came from the sleeping man's pocket. Michael jumped at the noise but Charlie didn't react. He dug in the man's pocket and saw that it was some sort of off-brand phone, with an extra large sim card port. Michael saw that the number was preprogrammed and read as "Answer right now." Considering that Michael's and Charlies phones had been taken Michael had a weird feeling that it didn't belong to the man. But before he could overthink it any longer he answered. Figuring that he didn't have anything else to lose. As soon as he put the phone to his ear he heard a man over the phone say two simple words. "Brace yourself"129Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHdWe6LM30U
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As soon as Michael heard these words the van jerked and he could hear the driver and his guard make sounds of surprise up front. Michael and Charlie looked up, there were footsteps on top of the van and then all hell broke loose. Through the plexiglass Michael saw a man briefly, he had a trench coat and black shirt and slacks, he had light brown skin. The next second he was gone and all Michael could hear was the screaming of the driver and his passenger. "Are we being hijacked?" Charlie said, sounding hopeful and scared at the same time. "I- I think so... We might actually in more danger." Michael couldn't hear anything from up front and heard the van screech against some sort of highway railing as the car swerved and threw Charlie and Michael into the wall. "No, no we are definitely in more trouble." Michael said as the car swerved again. A voice, no the same voice as on the phone came on ,the speakers they used to warn us when we got too rowdy, to say "Hello, this is your driver, we will be taking a little detour today. Do know that everything is under control and that nothing is wron-" The car swerved and then flipped. Michael got jostled around and hit his head on the ceiling. He had one last glimpse of someone throwing open the doors to the van before he blacked out.
