Throwbolt

I gave a concerned glance at Throwbolt and floated over to her – of course I knew her, she was a local hero whose appeared on the news quite a few times.

"Are you okay?" I asked. In truth, I was trying to burn time and wait for the Police as well as the Firefighters to arrive here – I was trying to make a name for myself, not vanish right after I had dealt with my first villain. It was possible for people to steal other people's fame… and it happened a lot in real life.

"Yeah," Throwbolt replied while wincing a bit.

"You don't look so good," I said while extending a hand forward, "Take my hand,"

Throwbolt smiled a bit before taking my hand and I pulled her into the air, away from the burning house.

"You look pretty strong but it's obvious you're new," Throwbolt said as I dropped her on the ground.

"That was obvious?" I asked, I was sure I handled that situation expertly.

"Well, it's written all over you," Throwbolt replied, "You don't have a Supersuit yet,"

I shrugged, she made a fair point.

"I don't know a Tailor," I shot back, "And there aren't much Tailors in New York that'd make Supersuits for super heroes,"

"There are far more than you think," Throwbolt said, "I know a few, my tailor did this one, what do you think of it?"

I looked at her suit, admiring her curves and slender figure.

"You've been staring at me for quite a while," Throwbolt finally said, her voice a mix of embarrassment and seductiveness… something that managed to alarm even me, though a smug smile tugged on my lips.

"Cause I think the suit is perfect," I said smugly, Throwbolt chuckled and suddenly the sound of Police sirens whirred around – it's about time, they were taking their sweet time coming here.

"Can I have your number?" Throwbolt asked, prompting me to raise an eyebrow.

Like a wise man said… Never come up too desperate when a girl asks for your number… if she does.

I gave a small nod and she extended her cell phone and I typed in my number before handing her back the phone.

"It was nice meeting you but I have to run," Throwbolt said, "I'll message you later,"

She waved at me before lightning shot out from beneath her, pushing her into the air and out of my sight rather quickly. Just as she left, the police cars pulled in and surveyed the damage while thanking me for dealing with the trouble – I only waved off the thanks and watched them take the villain into custody, some firefighters pulled up to the scene and began dousing out the fires.

I soon walked to where I had tossed the bags and grabbed them, soaring into the confines of the air once again.

"Not only do I have flight, I have Super strength and even Super durability," I wondered in surprise, "What's next? Super speed? Lazer eyes?"

The syringes in the lab, the pain behind those memories all felt like a dream – the only thing I could feel now was the exhilaration, the exhilaration of finally being a Superhero… and it certainly has it's 'benefits'.

I looked at the bags full of money in hand and it led me to wonder, Villains seem to be super rich… if they could make heists like this easily.

I arrived at the window of my room and entered it, shoving both bags of money beneath my bed.

"Mom and I… we need this," I muttered under my breath, life without my dad was… something we were both getting used to. He had died in one of those unfortunate situations – An alien invasion… surprisingly those sort of things happened at least once every month.

After he died, it became a lot harder to pay off the bills and that resulted in Mom working a whole lot of jobs in order to pay rent and buy food for us… with this money, we could live a good life, move out of this run-down neighborhood – make our lives better.

I shot out of my room and into the air once again, my eyes surveying the streets of New York in a search for crime… I had to increase my rep in the locality and today of all days, NY city actually seemed to be calm… A little too calm.

I pulled down my hoodie that was flailing wildly in the air and shot through the air, finding myself closing in on the scene of a new crime – A robbery. The receptionist had screamed and I was able to hear it even from my distance.

"Super hearing, huh?" I muttered before descending before the Supermarket, entering from the front door.

I, as a resident of New York city knew this Supermarket well and it was destined to be robbed… It had a lot of enticing goods for criminals so it wasn't surprising that it was being held up now.

The robber looked at my eyes before raising up his gun.

"Don't take a step further," He said while pointing the gun at my head – seeing the tip of the gun, I had to admit I was feeling scared but I remembered… those tentacles of earlier were much thicker than a bullet.

I took another step forward and the Robber fired several bullet from his gun, each pull on the trigger ringing out a shot that slammed into several parts of my body but the bullets only felt like rain against my skin, they had no effect.

I moved forward in a short leap, propelling myself at the robber with speed amplified by my flight and in one fell swoop, I grabbed his neck and threw him through the sliding doors of the Supermarket.

The doors were broken open and his body rolled out, his gun clutched tightly in his palm – the robber, wearing a black mask looked at me before raising his gun and firing again.

"Why do you keep shooting?" I asked while walking through the bullets, exhilaration pumping within my blood as I took hold of his hand and smashed it in my grip… Human life never felt so fragile before.

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Author's Note:

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