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Chapter 3: Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones but You Might as Well Just Shoot Me

As the van pulls out of the hangar, Hailey begins to strike up a conversation.    

“You know, we really should think about replacing the lift with an elevator. Oooh or maybe even an escalator!” comments Hailey,

“Oh yeah, sure. And who’s gonna pay for it?” asks Hannah. “Nevermind, don’t answer that. Knowing you, you would probably just steal the money from your ex-drug lord.” 

“That’s not a bad--”

“NO,” Hannah interrupts. “Say one more word about an escalator or elevator and I will throw you out the window.” Hailey nods quickly and remains silent for the next few minutes of the ride.

They arrive outside the scene, and Port walks over to talk with the responding police officers. The rest of the team begins to move to their positions. As Cody gets closer to his, Maddie pops into his comms. 

“Okay Cody, there are four people in front of the door. You need to take them down and make sure the door is blocked to restrict hostile escape.”

“Wait, I only see three.”

“Look around stupid,” Maddie says, and she waits for him to reply. 

“Oh, I see the fourth now. He was on the roof,” Cody mumbles. 

“Any more concerns?” 

“No ma’am,” Cody answers bitterly.

He crouches down around a nearby corner and presses his hands to the ground. Slowly, a few vines of thick ivy begin to creep upward near each of the guards. By the time one of them realizes what’s happening, it’s too late. The guard tries to shout out to his companions but the vines shoot out of the earth and restrain each of them. All except one: the one on the roof. 

The rooftop is too far for ivy to grow fast enough to stop the guard from escaping. Cody’s solution is to sprout a parcel of leaves to encase a handful of water hemlock that had been ground into a powder. He promptly throws the small pouch at the remaining guard, creating a toxic cloud upon impact. The last guard begins coughing, inhaling more of the poisonous gas. In a few moments, he collapses and begins convulsing.

Before he walks away, Cody grows a firm wall of plants over the door. He turns to leave and finally notices the pain in his leg. Looks like one of the guards managed to get a shot at him. 

“I’m going to need to be taken back to the base right about now,” Cody says into the comms.

“What for?” Maddie asks.

“A bullet wound.”

“Oh my god, Cody. Port, if you would,”

“I’ve got it,” Port answers.

Seconds later she appears through a portal, grabs Cody by the shoulders, and pulls him through another portal. She drops him on the floor of the base next to Maddie and quickly returns back to her post. 

“That’s one way to do it,” Maddie mutters as she moves to patch the hole in Cody’s calf.

Back at the subway, Port opens a path for Hannah and herself to enter the room with the hostages. 

“If you can get all of the guards up in the air for a second, I can open portals underneath them that lead straight to the police station holding cells,” Port whispers to Hannah. She nods in response and cracks her knuckles.

“Going up!” Hannah yells into the room, flipping her hands upward.

“So much for stealth,” Port mumbles as she opens portals under each of the criminals. Hannah flips her hands back down and all six of the men drop down into the awaiting portals. She descends to the floor to assist the hostages, unaware of the seventh masked man behind her.

“Orbit! Behind you!”

Hannah turns to look around, still somewhat unfamiliar with her superhero alias. The seventh guard begins firing at random making it near impossible for Port to stop every bullet. Hannah holds her hands in front of her and uses her gravitational field to create a gravity assist, flinging the bullets back around at the shooter. 

The bullets rip through the shooter much faster than they left his gun while Orbit looks on in terror at what she’s done accidentally. 

“Orbit, what the fuck did you do that for?!” Port asks fearfully and steps closer to the hostages.

“I-” Hannah’s eyes widen “I didn’t mean to-”

“Well you fucking DID,” Port hisses “Go get Maternity and Moon Mistress before you kill someone else.”

A lump begins forming in Hannah’s throat, but she swallows it quickly and walks away. 

She soon comes across Hailey and Sarah. Hannah sees Hailey rubbing Sarah’s back while she breathes frantically into a paper bag.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. Please don’t make me do this, aaaahhhhh!” Sarah yells in between breaths. 

“What the hell happened here?” asks Hannah, the concern clear in her question.

“She gave herself a panic attack,” answers Hailey calmly.

“How?”

“She tried to give someone a ton of confusion but their confusion caused them to have a panic attack, which rebounded back to her.” 

Sarah stands up, the emotional effect now gone and her own emotions returning. She strolls down the aisle of armed shooters, her face showing her annoyance, and without breaking a sweat, all of the guards begin to fall to their knees. 

“What are you doing?” yells one of the guards, struggling to walk as his knees shake beneath him.

“I’m doing what you deserve,” she answers calmly while maintaining steady eye contact.

“And what might that be, babe?” asks Hailey, grinning.

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll see.”

The guards begin to drop like flies, but one gets back to their knees to fire off one shot before falling back to the floor. Hailey falls to the floor, screaming in pain, after being shot in the back. Sarah spins around and kneels next to the love of her life. She searches for the last shooter and stares him down, forcing an emotion on him so strong, he turns his gun around shoots himself in the head.

“Maddie we need medical attention, NOW,” Sarah screams over the comms.

“Port, if you would,” Maddie says as prepares her station to give medical care, but she gets no response. “Port?”

“Since it looks like Port’s gone AWOL, I’ll fly her to the base as fast as possible,” says Hannah, as she picks Hailey up off the ground.

“Alright, as for everyone else, get back to the mission van and head back to the base. The police should be able to take care of the rest.” Maddie says as she removes her headset and prepares for everyone’s arrival. 

Hannah and Hailey are the first to arrive and Maddie assesses the situation immediately and begins dealing with Hailey’s bullet wound. Cody stands nearby, assisting through the guidance of Maddie.

When the rest of the team returns, there’s still no sign of Port. They all shrug their shoulders and assume she’ll show back up when she wants to.

In about an hour, Hailey’s conscious but forced to stay on bedrest, and Sarah refuses to leave her side.

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Chapter 2: A Bit of Convincing

   The team huddles around the mission database with the alarm still sounding. Maddie walks in and prepares to give the team a rundown of the mission.

   “Okay girls, and Cody. We have a hostage situation in the subway down the block, but don’t worry. This is an easy in and out mission. Cody, you block the entrance. No one enters or leaves except for us or the hostages, and make sure anyone with a gun is taken down. Hannah, Port. You two are on hostage duty,” she points to Hailey and Sarah “That leaves crowd control to you two,” Maddie tells the team.

   “Why do I always have to save the hostages?” asks Port, with boredom and annoyance in her tone.

   “Because you’re the only one who can move both hostages and hostiles quickly and without much issue,” says Maddie in response.

   “What about knives?” asks Cody randomly.

   “What the fuck are you talking about?” Maddie questions, visibly confused.

   “You said take down people with guns. What if they have knives?” remarks Cody.

   “Guns, knives, grenades, anything of the sort. Take them down.” Maddie responds calmly.

   “And flamethrowers?” Cody asks.

   “Sure,” Maddie replies, her frustration building.

   “What about--”

   “Yes, Cody! Any weapon. ANY weapon visible on a person means they need to be taken down.” says Maddie, finally snapping at him There is a short moment of quiet, but before anyone can leave, Cody speaks up yet again.

   “What about legs?” he asks, trying to be annoying.

   “So help me god, if you don’t get out of this damn room, I will shove my foot so far up your ass I’ll be jerking off the next dick you suck with my toes!” Maddie yells angrily.

   “Yes ma’am!” sighs Cody sarcastically as he saunters out of the room, Hannah following shortly after. Sarah stands up.

   “Speaking of not going on the mission, I don’t want to go.”

   Hailey joins the conversation, “Same. Maybe Sarah and I should just stay behind.”

   “Okay first of all, I never mentioned anyone not going on the mission. Secondly, I’m tired of listening to you guys complaining every time I tell you to do something so simple!” shouts Maddie. Hailey and Sarah continue to nag Maddie until they push her over the edge. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! The next person that complains or asks a question is going to clean the bathrooms for the rest of the week. By the way, IT’S SUNDAY AND WE. LIVE. IN. A. SEWER. GOOD FUCKING LUCK TO THAT!” screams Maddie at the top of her lungs.

   “Hey, it’s nicer than the last sewer we lived in” says Hailey as she points finger guns at Maddie.

   “What the fuck, Hailey. You’ve only lived in one sewer,” Maddie remarks.

   Hailey continues to point finger guns at Maddie, “Haha, that’s what you think.”

   The rowdy pair begin to leave, allowing Port and Maddie to continue a professional conversation.

   Sarah pokes her head through the doorway, “B-T-W if I lose control, you’re buying me ice cream afterwards.” She leaves the room after Maddie chucks a stapler in her direction.

   “Port, I need you to open a portal, so I can see where everything is to make calculations.”  

   “Yeah, sure,” replies Port. She stretches her leg close to her body and opens a portal to the subway.

   “Okay, I’ve got everything. Thanks,”

   Port leaves the room,and  not soon after Maddie starts to set up her conference links to guide the team.

   “Everyone’s earpieces in? I want everyone to report in if they can hear me,” Maddie says over the comms. Hannah is the first and only to reply.

   “Yes, Maddie, we all hear you. We haven’t even left the hanger yet, wait until we actually get to the scene before you start asking for more status updates.”

   Maddie grumbles to herself and pushes her chair back. Managing the team is a lot of waiting.

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Chapter 1: You Might Have Strings on Me

At the Not So Superhero base, Hailey walks spritely into the common room with a noisy, squirming burlap sack, and stops when she notices Hannah looking up at her from her book.

“Hailey,” Hannah sounds from her spot on the couch “What’s in the bag?”

Hailey sets the bag down to emphasize her answer with her hands. “I know you’ve been really down lately, with that whole ‘killed your ex’ situation. So, I brought you a gift!”

Hannah places her book on the table beside her, and massages her temple. “Goddammit Hailey. What, or should I say who, is in the bag this time?”

Hailey finally unties the opening of the bag and shakes out a girl with red dyed, curled, shoulder-length hair. She shakes her hands as a gesture to the girl and says “Ta-Da!”

Hannah hurriedly gets up in obvious frustration and goes to remove her bonds. “I sincerely apologize for my friend here. And for this.” she says as she rips off the tape covering the girl’s mouth.

“Um, OW! Fucking psychos!” shouts the girl, rubbing the now empty space on her face.

“I’m really sorry about all of this, do you want me to walk you out?” Hannah asks, pulling the girl to her feet.

“No, I’ll just find my own way out of wherever I’ve been kidnapped,” the girl says sarcastically. “Yes, I want you to walk me, dumbass!”

Hannah guides the redhead to the hallway, glaring daggers at Hailey, who looks down in response. Once the two are out of Hailey’s eyesight, Hannah mentions “I never formally introduced myself! I’m Hannah,”

“My name's Marie, but for work I'm known as Marionette.”

“Oooh, what are you a performer or something?”

"That'd be way better, I'm more of a freak show than anything.”

“A circus enthusiast, you say? Well, have I got a trick for you!” Hannah pulls out her keys and levitates them in the air, glowing rings forming and beginning to  circle her wrists. “Betcha can’t do that!”

“Maybe not, but can you do this?” Marie teases before slowly pulling Hannah into a deep kiss, cementing the connection that allows Marie to use her powers. She steps back abruptly, lifts her hands in the air like the conductor of an orchestra, and begins to twirl her fingers, swinging Hannah’s limbs.

“Woah, what the fuck? How are you doing this?” Hannah exclaims in confusion.

“I’d say it’s a talent of sorts,” Marie begins, as she starts to spin Hannah’s body and allowing her head to hover only a few inches off the ground, “It’s great for puppet shows, and in case you hadn’t guessed, it works on people too.”

“What el--” Hannah starts but is cut off by her jaw snapping shut.

“Ah, ah ah. If you give me a second, I’ll show you,” Marie interrupts “Now, are you ready for some real fun?” Marie allows Hannah to nod her head and she begins to look through her pockets. In doing so, her control loosens on Hannah and she drops to the floor with a resounding thud.

“Oh my god, I’m so so so so sorry,” Marie coos towards Hannah, in a pile on the floor “I forgot how much focus it takes to hold a person.”

“It’s all good, I’ve been knocked around a little harder than that,” Hannah reassures her while rubbing the back of her head. Marie begins feeling her pockets and looks around.

“I don’t have my bag. It has all my stuff in it,” she says, her voice starting to shake “What if it’s lost? What if someone took it off the street? What if I never get any of it back? What if--”

“Shhh, shhh. It’s alright. I’m sure Hailey just put it somewhere in the common room. We can go get it right now, c’mon” Hannah tells Marie while gripping her shoulders. She reaches for her hand and pulls her back to the common room.

“Hailey! Where did you put her bag?” Hannah yells in the general direction of where she assumes Hailey is.

A few moments of silence pass before “It’s by the little thingy!” is called from the second floor.

“What ‘little thingy’?!” Hannah yells back.

“The red one. You know, the one that goes all ‘ZZZZNNNNNOOOOMMMMPPPP’,” is yelled from the direction of Hailey’s quarters.

“Jesus Christ, she means the scissor lift. Look! Here you go,” Hannah says as she picks up the backpack and hands it to Marie.

“Thank god. My favorite puppet is in here. I don’t know what I would do if I lost it,” Marie squeals. She pulls out her phone and checks the time. “It’s real late. I should definitely be heading home. Mind showing me to the exit now that I have my stuff?”

“Of course, right this way,” answers Hannah, and the two return to walking down the hall to the exit. They near the steps leading up to the streets and Hannah stops at the door. “These stairs should take you right up to William St.”

Marie places her hands on Hannah’s hips as she leans in to lay a quick peck on her lips then starts up the stairs.

“You’re pretty cute, call me sometime!” Marie calls from a few flights up.

Hannah is about to yell back that she doesn’t have her number, but Marie has already left. She sighs in defeat and begins walking back to the common room. She rests her hands in her pockets and feels a slip of paper. After taking it out, she looks at it to see a phone number scribbled on one side. Looks like she does, in fact, have Marie’s number.

Hannah smiles and strolls leisurely back to the couch and her previously forgotten book. As soon as she sits down, the mission alarm rings loudly. Hannah tips her head back and groans, then stands up to go join the others for their briefing.

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The very first chapter of Not So Superheroes will be released (hopefully) this Friday!