“And that’s pretty much it,” Dye accelerated down the busy street, cutting in–between people, jumping over bus stops, and blurring across the street into traffic. “There was no loss of a loved one. No radioactive explosion, and I wasn’t an alien. Just a normal kid and his brothers who experienced something we still couldn’t explain, but for the most part it was fun.” He came out of his warp just front of his school as the second bell was ringing. “Though I wish I could get this speed thing under control. It only works when it wants to.”
“Awh man,” he said as he jumped through the bushes and onto the long, paved staircase.
He straightened out his clothes, tugged on his backpack and opened the heavy school doors slowly and carefully, trying not to make any noise. He poked his head in in an attempt to see if anyone was there.
There was no one.
He entered the school hallway, and without realizing it, the heavy door slammed shut, scaring him and sending a loud echo through the empty hall. After collecting himself, he quietly snuck his way through the walkway. Being mindful of the squeakiness of his shoes, he continued to creep along until he was caught.
“Mr. Theodore Haven,” said a voice emerging from behind him.
Dye stopped in his tracks, shaken up by the voice. He turned around slowly to lay his eyes on a tall, thin, dark–skinned man wearing a pair of neatly ironed slacks with a shirt, pens lining the upper pocket, and tie. His glasses were pressed up against his nose and his goatee was nicely trimmed with hints of gray in it, carrying a clipboard.
“Vice Principal Charles,” Dye replied, “beautiful morning isn’t it? I was just heading to the bathroom.”
“With your backpack, son?” replied Vice Principal Charles, raising an eyebrow.
Vice Principal Charles was the new addition to the school faculty. He was an experienced educator but had a tendency for discipline. He was hired as Vice Principal in order to return order to the student body as a result of TJ’s bullying. The first thing Vice Principal Charles did when he arrived was expel the bully, which came as a surprise to Dye as he was still allowed to be in school despite bullying Sam the previous year and the assault on him and Dye during the first day of school.
However, this came at cost. As a result, Vice Principal Charles kept an annoyingly close eye on Dye. Even though he was protecting his brother, and defending himself, in his view, Dye still assaulted another student. Nevertheless, he didn’t believe Dye was a bad kid, so instead of expelling him too he allowed him to stay.
“Uh, yeah,” Dye answered, “it’s the new trend these days. You know things go missing, nobody saw anything, I just want to make sure all my stuff is present and accounted for, you know?
Vice Principal Charles glared like a statue at Dye.
“Okay…maybe you don’t know…” Dye looked down trying to figure out a better excuse.
“What do you take me for, Haven?” His voice was stern and commanding.
“Um…A well groomed, mannered, neatly dressed and highly respected guy?” Dye said unsurely. Hoping that flattery would indeed be his savior.
“Save it,” Vice Principal Charles replied, “this is the third time this week I have caught you strolling through the halls, and all three of those times you have been tardy.” He reached for a pen in his pocket and started to scribble on the clipboard.
“I’ve warned you that the next time I caught you you were going to receive detention. Consider my promise kept,” He tore a piece of pink parchment from his clipboard and handed it to Dye. “I let you stay in this school because I saw potential and now I’m starting to regret it. See you this afternoon, Mr. Haven, and if you ever try to use flattery on me again, I’ll make sure to see you here on a Saturday or two. Got it?”
The Vice Principal made his way around Dye and started to walk down the hallway. He paused to turn around.
“I don’t understand you, Theodore. I see you pull into the parking lot every morning with your brothers, yet every day you're always late. I don’t know where you go or if drugs play a role in this little escapade of yours but it must stop. You’re a smart kid and your grades show it, but on the road to being successful you must be on time. I can't stress that enough. See you this afternoon Mr. Haven.”
With that said, the Vice Principal disappeared around a corner.
“Seriously? Drugs?” he said under his breath as he walked to class.
“Mr. Haven, why are you late?” He tried to mimic the voice of the Vice Principal.
“Oh nothing major, just saving another group of bystanders from being robbed and putting the bad guys behind bars.”
“You don’t say, well done, Mr. Haven”
“No need to thank me, all in a day’s work!”
“No! No! I insist. I'll tell you what, I’ll do your homework for the remainder of the year. How's that?”
“Oh no please, you’re too kind!”
Dye scoffed. “If only…”
“Drugs?” questioned Joss.
“Yeah, drugs,” said Dye furiously, “Dude, I don’t even know where to get drugs.” It was lunch time. The cafeteria was as loud as always. Joss and Dye sat alone at their table. Dye was picking his food with a fork, still bummed that he had detention, while Joss scrolled through his phone.
“Well, that would explain why you disappear all the time.”
“Dude! I’m not on drugs.”
“Okay, okay, man, chill,” he replied jokingly, “but hey check this out, that golden armored dude stopped a jewelry store heist this morning. Witnesses said he moved so fast that they couldn’t even see him, and then he lit his hands on fire or something like that.”
It was one thing to be on the outside looking in, like Joss was, then it was another to actually be doing all the cool stuff he was reading. Dye had gotten so used to crime fighting that hearing the media recollect what he did was getting boring. That wasn’t to say he was getting bored with being a superhero, far from it. He wanted something that would push the limits of his powers. Up until now it was nothing but petty crime, robberies, assaults, though, a city bus was hijacked last week, which was a departure from the usual. Still, he wanted more.
“Dude, are you the least bit curious who this guy is?”
“Not really,” Dye replied, which wasn’t a lie, technically.
“He’s a superhero. That’s like the biggest news of the century.”
Dye made it seem like he was uninterested, but deep down he found it humbling that Joss thought so highly of him and what he was doing.
“Eh,” he played it off. “You read it in comic books all the time. You even see it in movies.”
“Yeah, but to have one in real life…” Dye could see the stars in Joss’ eyes. “I wonder where he came from. How did he get his powers?” Dye finally swallowed a spoon of mash potatoes. “Do you think he’s an alien or something? Or maybe a time traveler from the medieval ages here to warn us about some impending doom.”
Dye snickered, nearly spitting up his food. “What?”
“Yeah, that would explain the armor, right? It looks like he’s a knight.”
Dye took a stab at his meatloaf, which was hard as stone. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Well I hope I get to see him in action one day. That’d be awesome.”
“I’m sure it would be,” said Dye, giving up on his lunch.
Jenny dropped her backpack and sat down at their table. Setting her tray down and sighing intensely.
“You wouldn’t believe the morning I’ve had.”
Dye’s face was suddenly interested. Over the course of the last two week’s Jenny and Dye were regularly seen in each other’s company. After they broke the ice during the second day of school, courteous hellos in the hallways turned into brief conversations about whatever. The next thing he knew, she had transferred into his world history class which gave him an excuse to ask her to study and do homework. He would occasionally walk her home and in return she would sometimes eat lunch with him and Joss.
Joss wasn’t oblivious though. He knew Dye had a crush on her and would make himself scarce whenever the two were together. He didn’t mind. Actually, Dye would’ve preferred that he hung around. He was a lot more comfortable with him there and would give Dye a particular look whenever his ‘creep stare’ would arise. This gave Dye an upper hand and he appreciated him for it.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“So my dad dropped me off and I forgot my essay in the car. I told Mr. Samson about it and he thinks I was trying to get another day to finish it. So he failed me.”
“Ouch, that’s brutal!” said Joss.
“There’s no way he’ll let you make it up?” Dye asked.
“Don’t think so. He made it pretty clear that he didn’t accept late assignments.”
She poked the hunk of meat that was her lunch. Dye looked at her and thought if there was anything he could do to help her.
“Anyway, what’s up with you guys?” she asked.
“Nothing, Dye got detention today.” Joss said.
“Really? For what?”
“Being late.” Dye huffed.
“You were late again? That’s the third time this week. Where do you go?” she asked with curiosity.
“That’s what I asked.”
“No where,” she looked at him and knew something was off. “Look, Vice Principal Charles has kept an eye on me since he expelled TJ. He probably thinks I’m just as bad if not worse.”
“I don’t think he believes that.” she replied to him. “Vice Principal Charles is strict but he’s not ruthless. If he wanted you out of here you’d be gone instead of getting detention.”
She was right to an extent. Dye just felt annoyed that at every turn he was right there. This idea was soon proven when Dye looked up and saw him writing another round of detention slips to a group of rowdy kids. He could’ve sworn they made a brief eye contact.
“My parents are going to kill me. They already grounded me for two weeks after getting into a fight on my first day and not telling them. If they find out I got detention today I’m finished.”
“Well, it was nice knowing you bro,” said Joss.
The bell rang.
“Well, there’s the bell,” she said, getting up from the table, “Don’t be late again, Dye.”
She swung her bag across her chest and Dye watched her float away. For the brief time he watched her he had forgotten about his detention.
“Dude, why didn’t you ask her out?” Joss said, slapping his arm.
“I can’t! I’m grounded!”
“But your two weeks is up this weekend, right?”
“Not if they find out about my detention.”
“Ma man, say you’re going to study. They didn’t ground you from doing homework, did they?”
“Dude, I don’t even pick up books unless it's a comic book on weekends. My folks would see right through that.”
“Come on, Dye, live a little. You’re not doing the creepy stare thing anymore. You’re ready!”
He caught one last glimpse of her.
“You think so?”
“Dude, go for it!”
As he was smiling like a wide-eyed child over the prospect of actually being able to ask Jenny out, from across the cafeteria Vice Principal Charles was staring at him. His big grin instantly vanished when he saw the Vice Principal vigorously point toward the doors. Dye could practically hear him telling them to get a move on.
“Um…we better go. I can’t get two detentions in one day.”
“I hear ya!”
They grabbed their things, dumped their trays and made a beeline for their classrooms.
The final bell rang and Dye headed for his locker under strict instructions from his parents to be home after school. However, he couldn’t do that because he now had detention to attend to. That was expected to be an hour and if he was late getting home his grounding would no doubt be extended. He whipped out his phone and texted Sam.
Hey, I got detention today for being late. If Mom or Dad is home could you cover for me?”
Dye stuffed his device back into his pocket and rummaged through his locker for his books. His phone buzzed. He pulled it from his back pocket and read the message.
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Why? Were you late again?
Yes…Another group of thugs trying to rob a jewelry store.😒 he typed back.
He stuffed his bag with his books and slammed his locker. He began on his way towards detention when he saw Jenny standing by her locker. He remembered Joss’s words and as he saw her he clenched his bag tight. This was his chance. More than two weeks of crushing on her and now was finally in a position to ask her out.
Would she say yes?
Would she reveal a secret boyfriend he never knew about?
Clearly this was a simple task for someone like Dye, who stopped criminals and saved lives on a daily basis. Still, he stood there contemplating. She closed her locker and now his window of opportunity was closing. It was now or never as his allotted time to get to detention was diminishing as well.
“Jenny,” he approached her. “Wait up!”
She smiled as he walked up to her. “What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be heading to detention?”
“Yeah, but um, I was wondering, if you wanted to, if you weren't busy this weekend if you,” he was rambling. Between the dread of asking her out properly and getting to detention on time, lest risking another detention, his words just beat around the bush. He paused. Collected himself and tried again. “Do you want to hang out this weekend?”
“Sure!” she replied almost immediately.
“...Really?” He was shocked. Not shocked that he mustered up the courage to ask her, but that she said yes.
“Yeah, sounds like fun!”
“Great”
“Awesome!”
There was a brief pause.
“Shouldn’t you be getting to detention?”
“Oh, right! Yeah!” he grabbed his phone seeing he only had a couple minutes. “Um…I’ll call you okay?” he began moving away.
She smiled, making an obvious gesture that said ‘yes, please do’ “Okay,” she replied.
“Bye,”
He turned around and hastily turned the corner. He looked at his phone to see how much time he had left and saw a message from Sam.
Fine, but it’s going to cost you. You better come home immediately after detention.
Dye began frantically typing.
Sure. I’ll be home whenever Vice Principal Charles lets me go.”
As Dye pushed the door open, he saw Vice Principal Charles sitting at the head of the classroom behind a desk doing paperwork. He looked at the opening door to see who had just arrived.
“Ah, Mr. Haven,” said the Vice Principal, “take a seat.” He said, waving his hand in front of him.
Dye walked over to a window seat and sat down. He dropped his bag on the floor and sighed. There were four other students in the classroom who looked as though they didn’t care that they were there. One girl wore all black with dark makeup surrounding her right eye while her left eye was concealed by her black hair. She had on black lipstick with a lip piercing on the edge of her mouth and she slouched in her desk with her arms folded, chewing gum and making loud and obnoxious smacking noises.
“Ms. Peters,” said the Vice Principal, “Please spit out the gum,” he said, pointing over to the trash can.
The girl lazily got up from her desk, walked over to the trashcan and spat out the gum. On her way back to her seat, she gave Vice Principal Charles a despicable roll of the eyes.
“Little girl,” Vice Principal Charles arose from his seat, “don’t ever roll your eyes at me. Your gum chewing is what got you in here in the first place. Now sit down and don’t move. Don’t even breathe or so help me God; you will regret it.”
Dye was stricken by Vice Principal’s immediate retaliation against disrespect. He quickly sat up straight and folded his hands on his desk.
“I better not be late again,” he said to himself.
The other attendees in the room consisted of an overweight kid with a weird smiling complex, a kid in a basketball jersey resting his head on a basketball, and another one sitting at the very back of the classroom, slouching in his desk with his feet resting on the skateboard he parked under his desk.
“Okay!” Said the Vice Principal, “You have approximately one hour to think about what you have done while you’re here. There will be no talking, no bathroom breaks, and most importantly no sleeping! If I catch you sleeping, you will be here every Saturday for the next month. I have paperwork to do so serve your hour and get out of here.”
So for the next hour Dye had to find a way to occupy himself. Vice Principal Charles basically just said he couldn’t do anything, not even homework. Not that he would if given the chance. His cheek rested in his palm as he looked out the window. At least he had a view. The stretch of ocean was clearly visible and all of a sudden it wasn’t so bad.
She said yes.
When he thought about that he got butterflies. What could he do to mess this up? Well, there was plenty. For one, his parent’s learning he got detention today and Sam not holding up his end of the deal. There was also the fact that he had never been on a date before so he wasn’t aware of the etiquette. Was dinner and a movie just the default? Which times of the day were the best?
Wait.
Was asking her to ‘hang out’ even counted as a legitimate date?
What if she said yes because she thought this was a friendly type of ‘hanging out.’
What if Dye was already friendzoned and didn’t even know it.
Those butterflies turned into heavy weights that fell to the pit of his stomach.
“Why do I do this to myself?” he thought.
His insecurities heavily weighed on him. Maybe Joss was able to help him read into things. After all, Joss knew her better since they shared history. He would text him once detention was over with. Maybe he could help lead the way and share some tips that would ensure a successful outing with her.
The hour was finally up.
“Alright! That’s it for the day. Get out of here.” Vice Principal Charles announced.
Clutching his backpack, he slowly made his way down the street. It wouldn’t be long now until he was home. Putting his backpack on, Dye reached for his phone.
I did it! I asked her out, he texted Joss.
Dye waited for a response as he strolled down the boulevard on his way home. His phone buzzed.
That’s ma dude! What did she say?
Dye typed back. “Yes! But I sorta said hang out, and not date.”
Cars zoomed past him as he waited for the light to change. His phone buzzed.
That’s okay. The point is she said yes. So what's the plan?
He was relieved that Joss didn’t think anything bad about asking to hang out instead of date. Suddenly those weights became light butterflies again.
I don’t know. What does she like? You’ve known her longer.
The light turned green and putting his phone away to cross the street, Dye paused. Waiting at the other end of the crosswalk was a less than friendly face who was fiendishly smirking. Dye recognized TJ.
He reconsidered walking across the street and turned around to go the other way. His phone buzzed.
She likes mini-golf.
“Dude, everyone likes mini golf,” he said to himself.
Just as he was about to reply, two thuggish men came from around the corner. Dye looked up and paused. He recognized them immediately as being TJ’s accomplices from before. When he turned the other way he saw TJ walking towards him.
He scoffed.
Having no choice, he waited for the cars to pass and jogged across the street. Without any hesitation, TJ and his goons followed. When Dye tried to turn the corner, another thug appeared, prompting him to go the other way. He was picking up his pace now. The memory of being ambushed and beaten stuck out in his mind. All he wanted to do was get home.
“Come on super speed thing, work! WORK!” he pleaded
Dye turned the corner and realized it was a dead end. He turned around to undo his mistake but it was too late. TJ and his four goons stood their waiting. Trapping him between them and a brick wall.
“You got me expelled,” said TJ, beginning to approach Dye.
Dye backed up. “Let’s be honest, were you really trying to graduate?”
“Always think you’re the funny guy, huh?” TJ cracked his knuckles. Dye noticed his burned hand. The four goons surrounded Dye, who was taking steps back until finally backing into the wall.
“You’re right! My mistake. I take it back wholeheartedly.”
“Too late. I’m going to take it out of your ass now!”
A thug flanking Dye’s left attacked. The boy jumped and tumbled over him. When he landed, another thug tried to subdue him but Dye raised his leg and struck him in the face. The other two thugs attacked him together. They threw their fists and Dye did his best to avoid every attack thrown at him. TJ intervened and tried to tackle him but Dye just tumbled over him, giving him access to the way out of the alley. Dye looked at his getaway, but then he turned to face his opponents. He could’ve easily escaped but something was telling him to fight.
Something was telling him to teach these low lifes a lesson.
Something was telling him to finish what he started with TJ’s hand.
Dye unfastened his backpack and threw it to the ground.
“You punks think you can just walk all over people.” he said, cracking his neck. “Fine! I’ll show you what happens when you walk all over people.” His eyes started to change. They shifted from their usual green to orange instantly. TJ goons saw this and before they could feel any kind of concern, Dye appeared before each of them and took them out with a swift attack. One of their bodies crashed into the dumpster that sat off to the side. Another was dumped into a pile of trash sitting in a corner. One body was thrown against the brick wall and splashed into a puddle while the last was slammed into the ground.
Dye heard the pulling of a trigger. Three gunshots rang out and he reacted instantly. Everything around him blurred as he saw three tiny pieces of metal cutting through the air. He moved, allowing the three bullets to whiz past him, seeing TJ holding the gun. Dye sped up to him and punched him as hard as he could. TJ was thrown from his feet, his gun falling to the ground, and slammed into the wall. He fell to the ground, groaning at Dye’s ferocious attack.
“YOU TRIED TO SHOOT ME?” Dye growled, feeling sharp fangs beginning to penetrate his mouth. TJ pushed to his feet. “I’m going to burn your other hand clean off this time!” As Dye took a step, his body unintentionally accelerated. He sped right into a wall and collapsed to the ground. His entire face was throbbing. His forehead was bruised. He grabbed his face in pain as he wallowed in agony.
He heard a click. Through the pain he managed to open one eye.
Over him, he saw TJ holding his gun, aiming it down at his head. Dye was stricken. His healing hadn’t kicked in yet and his will to move was anchored down by the fact that he was staring down the barrel of a gun.
“I’m going to shut you up for good now!” TJ was beginning to squeeze the trigger. Dye saw it slowly starting to compress.
At that very moment, an enormous updraft took TJ from the ground, into the air and slammed him back into the asphalt, knocking him unconscious.
Dye was breathing hard. He could’ve sworn he was just moments from being shot. His healing was starting to kick in and with two eyes he laid there, shocked. His eyes shifted back to green and his teeth retracted. His heart thumped loudly against his chest. His stomach was in his throat. The very idea that he almost died kept him frozen and unwilling to move. That last minute decision to stay and fight, almost cost him his life, despite feeling nearly invincible with powers he had no way to control. Powers that just almost got him killed.
His vision was blurred, but as he lay there he saw something in the sky. As his vision came back into focus he saw what looked to be an armored angel in the sky above him. His reaction was starting to become mixed with emotions of still being alive, feeling stupid for not getting out when he had the chance, and amazed at the whatever was floating above him.
The being descended swifty, the loud sound of metal crashing on the tarmac. The armored being retracted their wings and looked down at Dye, a strange symbol on their metal face.
Dye didn’t say a word.
“You okay?” said the armored angel.
Dye’s eyebrows lowered at the familiarity of the voice.
“Sam?” he asked, rolling over to get up.
The metal around his head started to open up. The symbol disappeared and was revealed as Sam’s face.
Dye got to his feet and began admiring his brother’s armor.
It was pearly white with a glossy finish to it. Across his chest, forearms, shins, knees, elbows, and fingers were gold trimmings. His wings had feathers, but only along their lining did they have a golden, armored edge. Before Sam took away his armored face, Dye noticed the strange symbol sat within a gold lining as well.
“Dude you look awesome, and you can fly?”
“That’s not all I can do.”
Dye remembered the heavy breeze that threw TJ around and back into the ground.
“Wait, that was you?” he asked. Sam nodded. “How did you know I was here?”
“Detention ended almost an hour ago. It shouldn’t have taken you that long to get home.”
“Awh, you do care!” Dye said playfully. “Coming out to look for your baby brother!”
Sam sighed. “Don’t make me regret it.” Metal began covering his head and the symbol across his face reappeared. “Come on, let’s go home.”
“Wait, how did you do that?” Dye asked curiously.
Sam shrugged. “I just told it to come off.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Wait, when did you get this armor?”
“I’ll tell you later. Do you want to beat Mom and Dad home or not?”
“Good point!”
Dye scooped up his backpack and as he passed TJ he noticed he was out cold. Dye went over to check on him and found that he was still breathing. He was slightly relieved that he wasn’t dead.
“Dye, what are you doing? Let’s go!”
Dye came to a decision that neither he nor Sam was aware was being made. “We gotta take him to a hospital.”
“You’re joking right?”
“No, I’m serious. You smacked him hard.”
“I know, he was about to shoot you!”
“Thanks, Sammy, but you know we can’t leave him here. We’re the good guys, remember?”
“UGH! I should’ve just left you out here. “Fine!”
Sam scooped up TJ”s unconscious body and extended his wings.
“Come on, We’ll drop him off on the way.”
Dye secured his backpack and paused.
“Wait…what?”
“Come on, hop on!” motioned Sam.
“You want me to ride on your back…”
“What are you afraid of heights?”
“As a matter of fact I am. I don’t do well in high places.”
“Come on, Dye,” said Sam, trying to ease his brother’s worriedness. “I’d drop TJ before I’d let you fall.”
That reassured Dye a little bit, still, he was anxious about climbing upon his brother’s back. He tightened his backpack and very carefully wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck. He wrapped his legs around Sam's waist, trying his best to not allow his nerves rattle him.
“Hang on,” said Sam, “Oh and by the way, thats twice you owe me!”
Sam expanded his wings and jumped into the sky, catching the air currents beneath them. He began to climb higher until he was above the city skyline.
Dye howled at the sudden increase in speed not to mention height, trying his best to keep his eyes either forward, or closed.
Sam flew between buildings and over rooftops, flapping his wings as he flew higher and faster. They soared through the clouds and below the city lights were starting to twinkle on. The sun was setting as the sky was settling down into a calming dusk evening.
“Dye, you seeing this?” cried Sam over the loud, cutting winds.
Dye peeked open his eyes, keeping in mind to keep his eyes forward. It was there, he saw the most breathtaking view.
The many colors of the sky as the sun descended below the oceanic horizon. The twinkling of stars and the full moon were beginning to wake up. Dye’s soul was lifted, and he felt a sense of relief coming over him.
Just as he was relinquishing his fears, Sam cried “Hang on,” and fell into a dive
Dye almost lost his balance but he managed to secure himself as Sam dove through the clouds. He tucked in his wings and Sam’s dive increased. Dye shut his eyes as the cold air was beginning to make his eyes water. They dove for a bit longer until Sam stretched his wings, catching the air beneath them, slowing them down. He circled the hospital, finding a spot to land where they wouldn’t be seen.
Sam located an unattended hospital stretcher and came into land next to it. Dye disembarked from his back almost immediately, hunching over to catch his breath.
“That was insane but my gosh dude a little restraint next time.”
Sam set TJ’s body onto the stretcher gently. “Oh, sorry.” Sam replied.
Dye huffed.
“Can we go now?” Sam hurried.
“Give me a second.”
Looking to his left, he saw the approaching of people. He quickly jumped on Sam’s back. “Go! GO!”
Sam expanded his wings, and they flew into the night sky. They climbed higher and soared above the clouds, watching the moon’s light shine down on the city.
“Time to go home!” cried Sam. “You might beat mom and dad after all.” Dye didn’ respond. “Dye?”
Down below, Dye saw something strange.
“Sammy!” Shouted Dye over the mighty winds “Fly lower!”
“What?”
“FLY LOWER!” he cried. “Do I have to say it in spanish?”
Sam changed his course and flew lower beneath the clouds, enough to see the city lights and the top of buildings. They descended further into the skyline and it was there Dye noticed something strange with the monorail. He stood up on Sam’s back, making no effort to keep his balance.
“You see that?!” He shouted.
“I do” said Sam pressing on towards what seemed to be a speeding monorail. Dye held his balance as his instincts took control again..
Looking closer, standing on top of the speeding train, was a purple armored figure. It looked up at the two approaching brothers, made no sudden movements, and then vanished as the train went through an underpass.
“That train is going way too fast,” yelled Sam.
“I know,” said Dye, “I’m on it.”
With that said, Dye fell off of Sam’s back towards the speeding train. His body erupted into flames, emerging with golden armor, securing his face behind the strange symbol he’d grown accustomed to. Sam flew after his brother, both having no idea how to stop a the speeding the monorail