Leaves carried on the intense wind whipped through the air, flying directly into Henry's face as if the trees were holding a personal vendetta. He rolled his eyes catching glimpses of the blue- green tint they had. While the trust in his noble steed made this more of a minor convenience than an issue of possible fatality, disruption in his vision was his biggest pet peeve. Pride in his attention to detail one of his many vices. It was in his nature to catch the smallest details, some sort of residual survival instinct ingrained in his DNA despite the selectivity of this trait. Perhaps the acknowledgment was selective. He saw everything, but could only see what he wanted, such as the wild Glowtail resting on a large grey boulder beneath them.
John McClure gazed momentarily at the great blue before them. They were flying home from vacationing in Hawaii. They were trying to get home for something. McClure was a calm and composed man. He had been a navy pilot, but was retired now. Now he was a history professor. In having obtained his Cessna, one of his hobbies was flying and visiting places around the world. He was now with his niece who was on her summer break from school in southern California. She was a sweet, colorfully creative, and incredibly intelligent young woman. She had thoroughly enjoyed the change of scenery from her campus in the city. The vivid colors and contrasts of the ocean water, the green of the Hawaiian islands, and the black of the volcanoes had relaxed her mind.
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Black Bullet gets little tiny lightning bolts in his eyes as he thinks back to his parent's death. Black bullet reaches a new speed, and the speed was a light speed punch. His fists turn into black flames as he lands the most excruciating punch of his life. It knocked Dr. Wang onto his back and knocked him out. Shadow boy reappeared from the ground and had a big smile on his face. They look back at Dr. Yang and still see him sitting on kids, shadow boy punches him with his other hand and knocks him out. The Black Bullet picks up Dr. Yang, Dr. Wang, and the kids. He takes Dr. Wang to the Master-Baitors base and Dr. Yang and the kids to the police station. He puts Dr. Wang in the high-security cell in the Baiter division headquarters, he goes back to get Shadow Boy and leaves him in a hospital as he goes to integrate Dr. Wang. He waits for him to wake up, the cells block superhuman powers so he won’t be able to use any of his stolen powers here.
Nick was astonished when he realized that Luke had superpowers as well. That made him have a lot of intelligence as well. Once he had realized that he had superpowers, he carried him to the kitchen to make him some food so they can discuss his powers. He made some Macaroni and cheese. “So, you have some powers, eh?” asked Nicholas. “Yes I do, I can turn invisible and turn into a shadow to take control of other shadows. My brain was also mutated, and now I am super intelligent and can speak at the skill level of somebody that is nine times my age.” explained Luke, “What’s your power?” “Well, although you have the power to vanish into shadows, I can slow down time which makes it look like I am moving very quickly. I can pretty much dodge absolutely anything as long as I can see it.” Nick then trained him to become a great hero just like him until he was an adult. Nick was now after the person he killed his family, he didn't know it was Dr. Wang...
In the year 2300, there was a science lab that had a dark matter reactor, the reactor blew up and spread dark matter across the entire region of Blotham. When the reactor blew up the dark matter went into the bodies of everyone across the region, some people died from the blast while some gained terrific powers and mutations. The year is now 2450, and people have now learned to live with their powers and utilize them to the best of their abilities. We now have doctors that can heal people with their skills, and some people fight crime with their AMAZING abilities. But one day everything changed for this little boy, for this day was a terrible day, and he lost almost everything. On this day, a family with a ten-year-old boy named Nick Smith was walking down an alley to get to their car.
I remember the first freeze like it was yesterday. It was a March day of unseasonably warm temperatures, but we wouldn’t notice the connection until much later. The office building where I worked was buzzing with excitement. People were going for long walks and offsite meetings just for the chance to go outside and feel the warm sun on their faces. It had been a brutal winter, so the sudden heat wave felt like a long awaited reward. It was a day to leave the coats behind and roll up our sleeves and order cold, sweetened drinks from the expensive coffee shop by the park.
Max wakes up from another night of smoking and drinking, the street smells of rain and the air is cold. His head is throbbing and he's a little sensitive to the bright light of the cloudy day but none of that stops him from going to get breakfast, he takes a whiff of himself first.
Jacob opened the door and we both got in the house. He shut the blinds and locked the door.
Raindrops fell like Chinese water torture on the Dover Air Force Base in Delaware. In little drops, the water emerged from the clouds and lightly pounded the roof of one of the buildings in slow, painful beats. But the occupants of the command center experienced no such weather phenomenon. The Internet modem continued. The passing storm had nothing to do with its functioning. The DNA machine hooked up to the computer terminal did not stop. Marine Corps Lieutenant General Dagen Cawl looked at her monitor. Her dark brown skin and green-gray eyes relaxed and appeared laserlike, respectively. She sipped Columbia’s best roast. The acidity danced on her tongue and the caffeine boosted her productivity.