Grocery Shopping
Adam looked down at his phone, he was in a chat room with himself and a message was sent into the chat. 'Grocery List: Potatoes, Milk, Honey, Frozen chicken' and the list went on and on.
Adam stood in the middle of an aisle with a basket hanging by his wrist as he wore blue denim jeans covered in scratches and a plain black tee shirt. He was as unsuspecting as the boxes of milk standing on the shelves.
He moved the boxes aside and took one from the back of the aisle, looking at the expiration date, constantly switching between boxes of milk until he was satisfied with the expiration date. He placed it into his basket as he continued walking.
"Red Alert! This is not a drill! This is not a dream!" The speakers blared over the supermarket announcement system. "A Dangerous Level threat has been spotted in the area! A Dangerous Level threat has been spotted in the area!" Adam merely looks up to the ceiling of the supermarkets as the corporate white lights turn a bloody red.
The crowd rushes out of the supermarkets instantly, creating a panic at the entrance as they all try to run out with their unpaid items.
"Under this light, all the meat looks fresh. I bet it's a ploy from the government." A sweet old lady in a pink cardigan rolled by in a stroller as she had a basket full of groceries. "They're just trying to force us into buying old disgusting products!" The granny then proceeds to whiz past Adam, gunning towards the exit.
"It's a smart idea by the government." Adam picks up the package of raw chicken meat and inspects it. Under the red light, they all look the same, but upon closer inspection, the chicken is covered in wrinkles and imperfections. "Yikes."
"Hey, mind passing me that?" A man points to the package of chicken Cha Eun is holding. "What are you doing here when everyone's left?"
"I could say the same to you." Adam looks up and sees the man. "You sure? This meat looks radioactive." Adam jokes.
"Oh it's fine, my superhuman stomach can handle that." The man extends his hand. "C'mon, make it quick, I need to take care of that mess. I'm a superhero." He shrugs his shoulder at the entrance of the door, signaling the incoming danger.
Adam hesitates for a moment, clutching the package of raw chicken harder.
"Look I don't have time for autographs right now but I'll give you one and you pass me that chicken." The man looked just like any other normal individual. He wore basketball shorts with a jersey on with running shoes. "Superheroes got to eat too you know?"
Adam hesitantly places the chicken into his basket. "You're Mark Twain, aren't you? The Golden Speedster from 'The Uniteds." Adam points his finger at him.
"Woah, you a fan?" He raised his hand, acting as if he was caught.
"Yeah, I'm a big fan of The Uniteds." Adam shoots finger guns at him.
"Then I'll give you an autograph after this!" Mark starts to run towards the exit.
"Hey, don't you have to pay for that?" Adam shouts at Mark as he runs towards the exit with the basket in hand.
"What are they gonna do? Arrest me?" Mark turns his head around as he pulls down a pair of goggles that are being concealed by his dreads.
The New York City streets calmed down as hundreds of cars came to a screeching halt. A giant beast ran rampant in the streets, picking up cars and hurling them towards apartment buildings. The police had cordoned off the area to citizens as hundreds of news reporters watched the destruction take place.
"I'm coming straight from Everyday America News Station. I am currently standing at the site of the incident! A giant rat-like beast had crawled out of the sewers where it had seemingly laid undisturbed. However, with the new sewer-cleaning programs the city has put on, we have seemingly angered the beast out of his home!" A news reporter held the mic close to her mouth as the sounds of police cars polluted the early evening streets. "Currently, no heroes have been deplo-"
"Hey, shawty." Mark appears right next to the news reporter as he lies on her shoulder, seemingly flirting with the news reporter. "If I can kill that monster in 20 seconds, you have to go on a date with me." He wore a ridiculously bright neon yellow latex suit that contrasted the news reporter's black dress. He wore goggles with lightning bolts above his ears, his dreads tied up into a bun.
"Golden Speedster!" The news reporter was shocked at the heroes' sudden appearance. As havoc wreaked behind them, Mark seemed to be more focused on something else, instead continuing to flirt with the news reporter.
He pulls himself closer to the news reporter and whispers "I may be able to run fast, but I don't do everything fast." He covers his mouth from the camera. The cameraman had seemingly disappeared along with Mark, leaving the news reporter in the blue.
"Wha-" The news reporter, before she could even digest the information, felt a large gust of wind as Mark disappeared from her side.
"You foul beasts! You've ruined my home and killed my children!" The ginormous rat seemingly spoke pretty good English, good enough English to speak with the negotiation on the roof of one of the apartments. The beast stood tall enough to see eye to eye with the man on the 9th floor.
"What do you want?!" The negotiator spoke into the megaphone, speaking directly to the humanoid rat monster.
"A home!" The rat raised its paw and swung it down onto the building, crushing it into pieces as all of the floors caved in on each other. The entire building flattened into rubble in mere seconds.
A rock soars through the sky and pings against the rat beast's snout, agitating it. "Agh!" He screams out as he swings his sharp claws in the air, flailing in every direction.
"Bro, you reek of shit you know." Mark sat on the beast's shoulder, seemingly toying with the creature. "That's why you should use De Luches's signature fragrance." Mark showed the perfume to the unsuspecting cameraman who had, within a microsecond, seemingly teleported 9 stories high. "I need that for my brand deal!" Mark mouths to the camera man who only now understands the gravity of the situation as he looks down at the ongoing crowds.
"Wa-" The cameraman lost his balance and fell back first off the rat's shoulder.
"Ugh." Mark sighs as he swoops in to save the cameraman.
"Say your name at once, mortal!" The rat squealed at Mark in a high-pitched voice.
"Is that actually your voice?" Mark laughed out loud mid-air. He had grabbed the cameraman mid-air, but due to the rat's high-pitched voice, it had caught him off guard and had made him laugh. The sudden laugh had caused him to unknowingly drop the cameraman onto the ground, turning him and his camera into a red paste on the ground. "Oops." Mark clung onto a balcony as he looked down at the cameraman's dead body on the ground. The crowd cried out in fear as they saw the man plummet to his death.
"Shit, HR is gonna be pissed at me." Mark thought of the man's death as not a tragedy, but just a mere inconvenience to him. He looks up to the rat beast which is staring directly at him.
"Fuckin' splinter." Mark disappears from the balcony as a golden flash whizzes past the crowd and the rat man is sent flying upwards. Mark had punched the foul beast directly in the chin, creating a force large enough to send the monster 30 feet into the air.
The rat beast swung its tail wildly in the air, causing it to strike several buildings and slice off entire stories clean. The severed buildings came crashing down onto the ground, crushing hundreds.
"Oh shit!" Mark lands on a rooftop and looks down at the hundreds of innocent citizens screaming out in pain. The rat monster falls onto a building as a protruding piece of the building rips through the rat's chest impaling him cleanly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mark rips the goggles off his head and throws them onto the ground, shattering the glass. "They're gonna fire me!"
"No, they won't." A masked man appears behind Mark. "They can't fire you if they don't have a person to fire."
Mark could feel every single hair on his body stand as a chill ran through his spine. "The Atomizer?" Mark turns around in absolute fear as a singular bead of sweat drips down the side of his head.