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  Abrubtly jolted out of a daze, Jogn stares deafly at the assaulting gang among the rubble. The power scream that had shaken these walls was so devasting that the after-effects were heard for miles. Jogn being the only one still standing in the lobby of the bank starts to shake with a sort-of shocked anger. This was the first time in J's paultry life he had ever had such dark hatred burn within him.  He was finally sick of the shit that this world threw at him. This was the final straw.

The pink haired punk screamer and a blonde punkish man with frosted tips came to the fore. What they saw was an entire bank of people hiding and cowering except for one man with a face twisted in such a way that could scare death itself. An average complexion and average height of a man just making such a face while shaking irrevocably.

The pink screamer looks briefly at the blonde frost tipped punk.

"Ronnie, what in the flying fuck is that man doing." 

Ronnie speaks up unwillingly.

"I don't know Tara. Looks like he's about to shit himself."  Letting out a small chuckle.

"No dipshit, I mean why wasn't he affected like the others."  Tara exclaimed.

"Hmmm not sure, Let me try again babe."  Ronnie abrubtly hops past the rubble heading toward Jogn.

Jogn slows his shaking and starts to think aloud.

"Looking at these people make me furious.  Blowing up walls, thinking they can just do whatever they want.  Who cares if they're wearing shitty clothes and putting on airs as if they're all that.  I'm sick of all the stupid shit in my life."

Ronnie walks slowly up to Jogn and directs the palm of his hand at him.  "You're some kind of freak, kid."  Shaking his hand as if something is supposed to happen, Ronnie stands there confused.

"I said I'm sick of your shit!" J screams at him while pulling a serated knife out of his back pocket.

Slash! Blood drips onto the floor from Jogn's blade.  A long shallow cut stretches across Ronnie's chest through his black shirt.  Blood stains his clothes as Ronnie continues to stand there shocked.

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Quickly snapping out of it, Ronnie pulls out a worn glock.  Shakily standing there he weakly raises his hand and fires his pistol. The sudden recoil of the gun and lack of proper form jerks Ronnie's shoulder putting him off balance. The bullet whizzes past Jogn embedding itself into the counter behind him.

Jogn stepping toward and passed Ronnie, wields his blade.  Shunk! Piercing straight into Ronnie's abdomen, blood spews forth.  Ronnie hacks up a slight amount of blood and droops forward onto J's shoulder.

"What the fuck dude!" Tara yells.

Tara the pink haired beauty squats into a yelling position and opens her mouth as wide as possible.  All that comes out is a really loud normal yelling-like noise. Aaaaaoooooohhhuuuuu??  The sound trails off with exhausted breathing.

The rest of the gang of approximately 3 other people are completely floored by the strange events developing.  Quietly one of the bank guards that had been previously hiding behind several people takes a pot shot at one of the stunned thugs.  Pow! A powerful slug slips past the thug and puts a hole in the wall behind him.  Having gathered his strength the grizzly guard yells out.  "I called the cops, you better surrender or start running!"

Sirens buzz in the distance.  WeeWoo WeeWoo

"Fuck y'all.  Fuck this and Fuck that guy over there especially."  Tara belts out while pointing at Jogn.

As the sound of sirens starts to get closer the gang bolts out the door.  Tara turns to look at Jogn one last time before running out of the bank only to see a green flash of light launch straight at her.

Fwoom! The flash of light smashes straight into Tara's face that suddenly bursts into fleshy shrapnel.  Everyone staring in aww traces back the plasmic projectile to a woman standing in the back of the lobby.  A tall curvaceous pale skinned red-head stands confidently with fist held forward.

"Wow, that was awesome!" Jogn exclaims staring at this amazon of a woman.

"You're like some kind of super girl...  Wait no.. that's been done. Uhhm superwoman? No no that's not quite right."

"I got it.  I'm a call you Mega-gurl or Mega for short." Jogn says happily now having figured that out in his head.

Mega calls out to Jogn "We should go before those cops show up, you did stab a guy and I don't want to deal with paperwork.  Btw my name is Rh... Nevermind let's just bolt."

"Sounds good I guess." Jogn quips.

J pulls his blade out of Ronnie and lets the ragdolled body hit the floor.

Completely ignoring the remaining crowd Jogn and Mega slip out the busted hole of the lobby.  Seeing sirens getting closer Mega grabs J and flies off into the air at highspeeds.

"Uhmm, Holy shit you can fly." Jogn whispers.

"Yup." Mega nods.

J and Mega then continue to fly off into the air to get away from the PoPo and avoid nasty paperwork.