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Arc 4, Chapter 6

I nibbled away at the strawberries, absently watching the others. The guys were chatting away about which celebrity they wanted bang, Squeeze had a real hard on for Katy Perry apparently. Glide was a Taylor Swift fan and Disk oddly enough is a Nikki Minaj fan, I had him pegged for a Lady Gaga kinda guy. Me? Well if I had to choose it would obviously be Ichigo. Wait does she even count as a celebrity? Ok so girls it would probably be Natalie Portman, Katy and Gaga. For guys Boris, then Robert Downey Jr. of course Tom Hiddleston is pretty good too and of course Chris Pratt. It is hard to make choices, there are lots to choose from. Sunshine was oblivious to the whole conversation, off in her own little world.

I peeled a banana when I finished off the last of the strawberries. Glide gave me a side ward glance when I did. What, you think I am going to deep throat this thing or something? I squinted at him for a moment, I could do it just to fuck with him, but I decided not to. He can get his entertainment elsewhere. I bit into it and he winced. Delicious, nice and sweet. So damned easy to read, playboys really are shallow people. Well that is what you get for imagining me sucking your dick bro. He looked away a little pained. I smirked at him and his face went ghost white. Oops I forgot about this evil, inhuman smile. My face quickly reset to an expressionless state before anybody else saw.

The only thing left for me to eat was my watermelon, but there was not a snow ball's chance in hell I was about to eat that thing in front of them. I stretched and closed my helmet again. It took another five minutes for them to finally leave. I covered the tip, the food was meh but meat is meat so I don't really care.

“Nee-san did you want to do that thing today?” excitedly asked Sunshine.

I scratched my helmet, how the hell could I refuse that? “Sure, if you want to.”

“Me and Disk are going to hit up the Arcade. You wanna come?” asked Squeeze.

I pat Sunshine on the head, she liked that nuzzling up to me like a cat. “Nah. We are going to have a girl's night. What are you going to do Glide?”

He glanced at the starry sky, “I was going to go study for my test. I have one coming up in a few days.”

“Oh? What are you studying?” I asked.

“Aerospace Engineering.”

“That makes sense strangely. So what got you into that, the whole flying thing?”

“When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut. Ever since I saw the world from an airplane for the first time it just kinda all fit. Now though it is mostly just to help me figure out ways to get faster in my flight.”

“It is good to have dreams,” I smiled though no one could see it. “I take it that suit is the fruits of your labor?”

He nodded, “I will see you guys when you stumble in. Try not to have too much fun. Also keep your receivers on in case a call comes in.”

“Alright, well good night young elf. May your studies be successful. Remember to consult the Helix.”

“I don't think your weirdo fossil god is going to help me with anything.”

“You would be surprised. Nighty, night,” I wiggled my fingers at him.

He took off soaring through the sky. Makes me a little jealous. I do have wings, but they don't exactly work all that good. Tops I can levitate like two feet off the ground, however it is tiring. Practice makes better I suppose. Squeeze and Disk sauntered away through the crowded plaza, leaving me and Sunshine. The brisk night air chirped with the ramblings of the surrounding people. Many were on their cellphones, staring into the glowing screens, oblivious to the world around them. I would not be surprised if they walked out in front of a car and got hit. Good thing there are none around here though. They still might bump into people. I had seen it happen a few times already and the idiot with their face buried in the phone usually is the one to get angry. Watch where you are going, dumbass.

I led the way with Sunshine following behind. Her hand held lightly in mine, she is so damned short, I get the feeling I would lose her in the crowd if she got separated. Although, if I think about it I am a walking landmark, since I am seven foot tall in this suit. I might lose her, but something tells me she would not lose me. In the end I was more or less her battering ram. I trudged through the mass of people and she did not have to worry about much. People bounced off of my metal form. They really should look where they are going. A couple got angry before paling at how big I was or as I should say tall. I am not fat, in fact quite the opposite. They quickly took off not wanting to mess with a Super. Odd that they would fear a hero league member. I guess it just goes to show how intimidating having powers is. That and they probably don't know who I am, I am not popular at all. Although that is probably a good thing. We went on arriving at the mall entrance. The large glowing signs advertised some swanky brand stuff. Who knows, they might have something good. If only there was a shop that sold hot dudes.

Strangely the low sound of music radiated out from behind us, it was funky. I glanced over the plaza and then I saw it. A wild hunkasaurous rex... er, I mean a sexy man. Tall, dark and dangerous, every girl's fantasize at some point or another. Ok maybe not dark, but this guy had it going on. I was getting some wrestler vibes from him. Honestly it was a hard toss up between him and Admiral Moon, can't really say for sure since his face has a mask on. His grizzled chin stuck out though. That is right this dude must be a hero or something, for God's sake he has an American flag as his cape design. This guy was almost as tall as me and had on a star and stripe patterned leotard. Oddly he had a boombox over his shoulder... BORIS?! It has to be right? Wait, wait, but would he wear a USA flag? The man muscles check out, them guns though. This thick pheromone stench that makes me quiver is different. Strange. Maybe it isn't him? You can't really fool my antenna when it come to scents. Well only one way to find out. That is right Vesper, talk to him. Crap, that is like the hardest thing ever.

'What the fuck you waiting for girl hit that shit!' yelled Sub in my head. 'Don't get all shy and shit on me now.'

“It is a little intimidating though.”

'Oh come on. Don't you dare cock block us again!'

“Chicks before dicks. I can't just run off on Sunshine here. I promised.”

While I had been debating with myself Sunshine had stopped and looked to see where I was gazing, “Nee-san? Hey, look it is Bronsonman!”

“Bronsonman? Who the fuck is that?”

“He is a vigilante. Most of the heroes don't like him though since he won't join the Hero League. In other words he is an unregistered Super. You think he will give us an autograph?” smiled Sunshine.

Well that is an in to talk with him, if I ever heard one. Sunshine over here raising flags to the sky. Is this that wing girl thing I hear about? I thought that was usually in a bar and we pack up to scare off the scrub losers and get free drinks from the alpha men. That is desperate pick up done right. Wait wouldn't I be the ugly bullet or rather grenade the bros would have to tank to get to Sunshine? I mean she is the cute one, they would be aiming for her, I would think. Nothing but carapace on this girl after all. Although on the surface the fugly is hidden so I guess, I am the trap. Just a mirage in the desert leading to their shattered hopes. I would probably be like, “Gotcha bitch!” That actually sounds kinda fun. Ah, shit what am I even thinking Sunshine is only eighteen, she can't even drink yet. At any rate I am getting way the hell ahead on myself here. This dude could be Boris for all I know. If so, I must steer this ship into an iceberg before it can set sail into the sea of lovey dovey. It is going to hurt sinking the love boat.

“Why don't the Heroes like him for being unregistered?”

“No idea? Chief-dono would know though.”

“It is probably something stupid like a pissing contest between the guys or something. Wanna give it a shot?”

“Sure. He is Sunshine's third favorite hero.”

“Third?”

She grinned, “Yes. You are number one you know? Chief-dono is number two.”

“ME?!” I blushed looking away, oh God dammit Sunshine stop critting me in the chest. My hearts can't take attacks of that magnitude, “What the hell is good about me?”

“Silly of course you are number one. You are my first friend.”

I pulled on her cheek. This girl! I don't know if I should be happy or burst into tears over this. It makes me so damned sad. Sub thinks we should be happy about it, but I just want to hold her and cry. Seriously what kind of life did you live up until now? I am going to have to spoil her rotten. She protested, flailing her little arms at me while puffing up her cheeks. Bottom righty gave her a hug and I pet her for a moment. There, there I will make it all better my tiny little critter... wait am I starting to think of her as a pet or something? Well, she is super cute. She reminds me of a hamster, although less bitey or maybe a mini unicorn with sparkles and glitter everywhere?

I let her go and we stalk- I mean strategically approached Bronsonman. Even as heroes it was a little awkward just walking up to the guy. I had to hold Sunshine back otherwise she was just going to bolt up to him. Seriously it feels like I need a leash for her or something. Wait, am I the only one being strange here? There were quite the few people stopping and talking to him. It took a few more minutes of tailing him before I realized I was just being a weirdo. Bronsonman was kinda odd though. He was roller skating and grooving to his music. His head bounced to the beat and it seemed rude to interrupt since he was so damned into it. Then an opportunity presented itself, he got stopped by a couple of people trying to get autographs, which he happily gave out. Like wild jungle cats we pounced.

“Mister Bronsonman! Sunshine wants an autograph!” she squealed running up to him. Dammit girl! Keep it low key will you?

That got everybody's attention. He just smiled looking down at her. She had collided with his leg and bounced off, not even making him budge. Considering that he was on roller skates that made it even more evident how weak she herself is. This hardly fazed Sunshine though since she was already back on her feet, waving a piece of paper at him. I face palmed, making my way over. Sunshine, you embarrass me sometimes, oh well small price to pay for breaking the ice. Her boundless enthusiasm and relentless spirit was well, kinda like a train wreck. I just can't stop watching it. Something of a circle had formed with us in the center. This seems rather familiar. Is it always like this when they catch a Hero or two out in public? Oh I see, so this is why most people go Civi right after they get off, so that they don't have to deal with this. It all makes sense now. I get the feeling that this would get old fast. These people seem to like us so I can only imagine what it would be like if we got mobbed by people who did not like us.

“You are under arrest!” I shouted.

“For what?” asked the bewildered Bronsonman, it was hard to place his accent. One thing that I did know was that it was not Russian. Wait is he really not Boris? Oh crap, now I have to play this off or I will look like an idiot.

I wracked my brain for some sort of out and then it dawned on me, “It is criminal to be that sexy and not have my number.”

He chuckled swaying flamboyantly, “Would you settle for an autograph, Mecha Fairy and Sunshine?”

“You know me?!” I gasped. He had turned the tables in a second.

“Bronsonman makes it a habit to look into all the heroes and villains around,” he replied. What the hell he talks in third person too? Is that what heroes are supposed to do? Have I been doing it wrong this whole time?!

“Sunshine wants an autograph!” puffed up the little magical girl.

“Sorry, sorry one moment,” he apologized, taking the picture and signing it. He genuinely seemed like a nice guy.

Oh hell, I just realized I don't have a phone. How is he supposed to call me? Fuck my life. I did not even have a picture for him to sign either. Man I am such a scrub. Get it together Vesper. Sunshine excitedly took back her picture and to my surprise he handed one to me as well. Wait a minute does Bronsonman carry pictures of himself around with him just to sign them? Where exactly does this guy keep them, his outfit does not have pockets. This is going to bug the shit outta me. This is the sort of stuff that keeps me up at night. Is it his belt? It has to be.

He posed that chiseled man flesh, while adoring fans snapped pictures and fan girls screamed, some even fainted. I can't really blame them this guy is pretty damned hot. It is like he is taunting me with his hunkiness. He flexed his arm, the bicep was like a freaking milk jug and it could probably crush a man's skull. This dude has to be someone famous, there is no way such a beast would be unknown to science. Unless he is something equivalent to the Loch Ness monster or something. Well I know what I am doing tonight. That is right looking through all the pictures of body builders and trying to figure out who the hell this guy is. I must study this, take in all the details.

'So we can black mail him into becoming our sex slave?' asked Sub.

“Exactly... no wait. Dammit! Sub no, that is bad. I am not some villain.”

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'You are not one to talk, Evil Empress Vespidian. Stop sending me mating vibes if you are going to stone wall. You are getting me excited for nothing over here.'

“That is different, Sub. I would rather get to know the guy. You know, a real relationship.”

'What, am I not good enough for you? Is that why you are always looking at others? My heart burns like a super nova inside of a phoenix for you and yet you lust after others. You are being a god damned tease you know that?'

“Sub, it is not like that. You know I love you, but you are in my head. It is kinda hard to explain you to others and not look completely insane.”

'Alright I will give you that. I, in my generosity will allow a single consort.'

“Says the one with a harem fetish.”

'You know me too well.'

“Well, you are me so, naturally.”

'And I am you,' she smirked.

There was really no arguing with that. I glanced over Bronsonman as he quickly signed things that were presented before him. It was only now that I actually looked at his signature, it was certainly not what I had been expecting. It was circled and the tops had cat ears. I found it rather adorable and every time I looked over at him, I imagined cat ears on his head. It was hard to stop grinning like an idiot, thankfully nobody could see my face. He had finished the latest barrage of requests and looked like he was about to take off again. Where the hell do you think you are going?!

“Bronsonman! Hey did you wanna hang out or something?” I asked as he held the boombox on his shoulder.

“Maybe next time. Oh by the way good job saving that guy in the slums,” he replied with a little wave. He heard about that?

“Thanks.”

“You do good work, rough, but we all start out somewhere. I respect that. Can I get your autograph?” asked Bronsonman handing me a picture.

It was me, in the suit. I don't remember people taking pictures in a photo shoot. The quality was rather high, though it was just the faceless helmet. Do I have a stalker or something already? Where did this come from? I looked around awkwardly. Nobody really appeared all that suspicious, well we were surrounded by hero enthusiasts so that makes it a bit harder to identify the weirdos. At any rate it would be rude to keep him waiting. Looks like learning cursive is about to come in handy. I signed in Mecha Fairy with scrawling letters and twirly wings behind it. Seems legit, I guess. Not really too sure since this is my first one. He smiled when I handed it back and my knees felt weak.

“Till we meet again,” declared Bronsonman shaking my hand. He had a firm, manly grip.

I absently waved him off. He moved in time with the funky music. Bronsonman swayed back and forth rolling away as the shrieks of desperate women chased after. I shook my head, clearing it and stashed away my signed picture. At the least this was fruitful. Sunshine smiled at me and took my hand again. I had noticed this weird circle jerk kinda thing going on with heroes, I can't really explain why, but for some reason we all wanted autographs from one another. Seeing it first hand I was starting to understand why Chief went so nuts over that Boris autograph.

“So what is first?” I asked.

“Nee-san can decide.”

I scratched my head. I don't know that is why I asked you. I can't exactly say that though so lets see here, “Shopping sounds good. Any particular place you want to go to?”

She was considering it when a loud beeping sound emanated from both of us. “This is Overseer. We are getting reports of an accident on the Bronson Bridge nearby units move to help.”

“Wait is he talking to us or is that just a emergency broadcast?” I asked Sunshine.

“It should be us since we got the message. Everyone has their own channels so that means we should get going.”

I nodded as the giant butterfly formed out of pink mist. She shimmied up and I straddled it behind her. We took off soaring through the air towards the bridge. The wind roared with every flap through the night sky. Clouds hovered about overhead and the bright crescent moon peeked out. Down below the city glowed, shifting, squirming; a writhing colony of incandescent ants. Way up here the sounds of civilization were murmured and silent. I took advantage of this and wolfed down my watermelon in one bite. It was peaceful. Just me, Sunshine and the wild blue. If only it would last forever. It wouldn't though, good things never did.

Bronson Bridge spanned a gorge that was three miles wide and two thousand feet deep. It was the fastest route towards the west and ever since the meltdown it had become the go to place to leave the city, besides the tunnel through the mountains in the north. It is a crowning achievement of modern architecture, far surpassing the Golden Gate Bridge in both length, girth and height. It boasted ten lanes on each side allowing for traffic, though only eight would have been more than enough. The builder's likely were looking at the future needs and made it bigger to accommodate. To say this thing was ambitious would be an understatement since it took five years to finish, with the help of Supers and their high technical knowledge. To survive the earthquakes it needed to be able to move with the ground. So far it had held up to a seven on the Richter scale, it was the same one that caused the meltdown. Bronson Bridge is one of eight landmarks for the city.

The red lights of brakes backed up clear to the entrance of the bridge from a little over the halfway point. The reason was clear, there had been an accident, a very bad one. Yet something was off about this. The closer we got the more a knot in my stomach grew. I have a bad feeling about this, it feels wrong. Cars were piled up and several teetered on the edge ready to fall off the bridge. What the hell happened here? Sunshine banked us down towards the glaring lights of a patrol car that had managed to squeeze it's way past the choked traffic. That was when I saw what was going on.

Police huddled for cover behind their cruiser as bullets pelted the area. Bodies of wounded and the dead lay strewn about, blood pooled around them. Their screams of pain filling my antenna. They were just pedestrians, innocent people and yet they had been gunned down. Probably caught in the crossfire. My eyes fell on where the violence was pouring out of. Three beat up trucks were riddled with bullet holes and cholo looking thugs were holed up. Plaid gray shirts, white tank tops and jeans, with of course the bandannas folded up on their foreheads. It must be something related to the Diablos. They were not even speaking English.

“Sunshine cover them. I am going to deal with these scum,” I said hoping off of the butterfly and setting my body like a bullet, accelerating with the jump pack.

She did not really say anything, simply doing as I told her to. A phalanx of her knights appeared shielding the wounded and the police. I dived straight through a truck sending it careening across three lanes. The impact had crumpled in the side door, crushing one of the gangster's legs. I heard his cries and grinned. It took these worthless excuses for human beings a few moments to realize what just happened. They turned sheet white when I stood. That is right bitches, I am a Super and you are about to get a super can of whoop ass opened up.

A bullet pinged off of my helmet and my head snapped in the direction that it had come from. Alright, you are first. Like bees the thuds swarmed as they fearfully fired to my approach. The low dings did little to slow my advance. Not even when I saw spurts of yellow ooze from a joint. The pain was little more than a sting. A shudder of bliss ran through me. Look at them, so scared, so pitiful. I can smell it, the stench of prey. It won't save them. My fists clenched punching one another, I wonder how many bones I am allowed to break? Why stop there? These people are murderers. I bet it would make a good sound hearing them splat down below the bridge. Like bugs I will squish them.

“Por qué no te mueres?” shouted one of them. I don't know what that means, but he sounded very scared. You should be.

He kept pulling the trigger and the glock clicked empty. What is the matter I wonder? Out of bullets? Now would be a good time to start begging. I punched him in the chest, not at full strength, not even ten percent and yet it was more than enough to throw him back ten feet where he laid sprawled, throwing up blood. I heard his ribs break. I tilted my head a little. Humans sure are weak. I approached lifting him up by the head.

“What is the matter?” I asked, getting my helmet up close to his face. “Not so big and strong now are you? Was it fun hurting people? Do you like being hurt? No? Then why do you hurt people? I won't kill you, no, no I want you all to suffer. After all it is what you deserve.”

The others threw down their guns, but that was not going to save them from me. You already pissed me off. You bastards interrupted my date, killed people and shot me. I tossed this sack of shit on the ground before ripping off a door from one of the trucks. They had dumbfounded expressions for just a second before the amount of killing intent pouring out of me reached a miasma like level. There was so much the suit had to vent. They ran. What? Do you think the police are going to save you from me? The people you were just shooting at. Now that is funny. How delightful after all it's only fun if they run.

There were six in total fleeing like the cockroaches they are. I hurled the door aiming for one of them. However it was blocked by one of the glowing knights. Sunshine? She stood between them and me. I clicked my tongue.

“Why did you stop me?” I asked simmering.

“They already surrendered. It is no longer our job. We are supposed to help people not hurt them.”

Sub made a very angry sound in my head, it felt like nails down a chalk board. She wanted to fight Sunshine and kill those people. I mulled it over. This... this isn't me. I am better than killing these scrubs. Sunshine is right about this. My head shook clearing the dark thoughts away. We are going to have a long talk about this later Sub. Right, right. There are still people around here that need to be helped.

“Alright, let's see what we can do now that the situation is not a powder keg.”

Sunshine smiled lowering her guard. It seems she was prepared to fight me over that. I don't blame her, I was getting a little out of hand there. The cops had already converged on the men who had pissed themselves and ran with their tails between their legs. We quickly approached the teetering vehicles that looked like they could go at any moment. There were six, one of which was a school bus. Oh, god damn it. Sunshine's knights held them to stabilize the tilts and prevent them from going over the edge. The bus was the biggest as a result it was the hardest to move. All of the kids and a teacher had piled into the back to weigh it down. The driver looked like he was either dead or unconscious, slumped over the steering wheel.

I grasped the bumper and started pulling it back. It was not as heavy as I thought it would be, but still awkward trying to pull it back away from gravity. Although I could just lift it there was the risk of it crumpling in half and falling off so I had to do this the carefulway. Sunshine was helping me out with a couple of knights that pulled right along with me. My heels dug into the pavement and I heaved. Finally we managed to get it back up and completely on. I let out a sigh of relief looking for the next vehicle to move.

A voice shouted out, “Die Super scum!”

Gunshots range out. All of the knights flickered and burst vanishing into nothing. The cars tilted from the sudden lack of weight and several plunged over the sides, the occupants screaming on their descent to death. I barely had time to react, diving and grasping another car to keep it from going over. Why is this happening? Out of the six, two had gone over. I let them die...

I turned to find one of those bastards getting gunned down by six police officers and Sunshine was on the ground bleeding. My brain refused to register what had just happened. There was no escaping reality here though. Bile filled my mouth. The world seemed to tint red as my eyes locked onto that son of a bitch. He was not dead yet, but I will make him dead. I could not control this rage, I did not want to. How dare he hurt my Sunshine! It took two loping lunges to get to him and only a second to snap him in half over my knee. I relished in his agonized voice. It was music to my antenna. The crunch of his bones between my fingers and then the crack of the pavement where I punched him again and again until he was nothing more than a bloodied pulp.

'This would not have happened if you had just killed them all.'

“Shut the fuck up Sub, not now.” I growled back.

I scooped Sunshine up off of the ground. She was limp, but I could hear her heart beating and her shallow breathing. Her costume had faded to nothing more than a school girl outfit that was progressively turning red from her gushing blood and a cracked helmet that had saved her head from the fall. She had been shot in the stomach. From what I could see she had passed out from the shock. I held the wound gingerly trying to keep the bleeding down. Pressure is important here.

“Overseer, Mecha Fairy reporting in from Bronson Bridge. I need fucking help out here, Sunshine is down and so are a lot of people. Send Medavac please, I can't handle this shit!”

“Acknowledged.”

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Hope you enjoyed ^^ There might be another chapter today depends on if I get distracted or not.