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The World After the Super Heroes Disapeared Part 2
Hey guys, this is a continuation of THIS STORY . The story of Brandon, a former super villain, whoâs forced to help out after all of the super heroes disappeared.Â
Hope you guys enjoy!
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What am I doing?
Brandon sighed as he dodged yet another power blast coming from the caped figure in the corner. Rubble from the crumbling school showered down around his head, raising a crowd of dust. The air was filled with the screams of the children in the classroom, who huddled in the corner staring at the fight with wide, frightened eyes.Â
This isnât good, I need to get him away from these kids.
A plan forming in his brain, he poked his head up over the desk, staring at the threatening masked man. He recognized him. How could he not? Not only had he been the focus of many news stories, Brandon himself had fought against this man multiple times.
The only problem was, back then, Brandon was the villain.
And this was Power Man, one of the most highly respected super heroes of the generation.
So why was he attacking a school?
âI wish I knew.â He muttered to himself, waving a hand to catch the former heroâs attention. âWoohoo! Power Man! Why donât you pick on someone a little more challenging?â
Power Manâs head turned slowly towards him, his yellow glowing gaze dull and unfocused. He seemed, confused almost. As if he were half asleep and lost. Nothing like the overly dramatic focused hero heâd been years ago.
But that was before The Disappearance. Â The day all the super heroes vanished without a trace.
Brandon still had no clue what had happened to them while they were gone, or why they were suddenly appeared five years later committing crimes all over the country. The world had gone crazy while after they disappeared, and now with the reappearance of heroes it had been plunged into even worse chaos.
Maybe he could be reasoned with?
âLook, Power Man, I donât know whatâs happened to you, but you arenât the guy who holds school kids hostage! I mean, we had our fights and all, but you were the guy who lectured one of my minions on the health risks of sugar and caffeine.â He shrugged. âYou were the âcolor in the linesâ kind of guy and that really worked for our dynamic in fights. So could you snap out of it? I feel really REALLY uncomfortable being the good guy.â
 ââŚâ The glow in Power Manâs eyes seemed to dim a little for a moment, he shook his head slightly and tried to focus his gaze on Brandon. âRed⌠BanditâŚ.â The words were mumbled, whispered under the former heroâs breath but they filled Brandon with hope.Â
âThatâs right! I was the Red Handed Bandit! The coolest of all the supervillains!â He glanced over at the children and teacher who were all making awkward faces and shaking their heads. âOkay, okay! I was pretty coolâŚâ He trailed off once more as they continued to disagree. âFine, I was bottom tier, but I worked hard, dangit!â
A young girl gave him a thumbs-up of approval at this description, and Brandon had to fight hard not to cry.
âSo snap out of it, hero!âÂ
As soon he said this, however, he saw Power Manâs eyes glow bright red for just an instant, so quickly there and gone that he might have imagined it. The moment of relief Brandon had felt turned to panic as the dullness returned to Power Manâs gaze, and his hand slowly raised, the fingers glowing as his power gathered to strike once more. Brandon prepared to dodge, but then nearly screamed with frustration as the hand turned towards the other end of the room, preparing to fire into the crowd of children.Â
âCRAP! NO!â He pressed a button on his belt, grabbing a tiny breathing filter and clapping it over his nose and mouth while rushing forward to tackle the attacker. A sleep gas escaped from hidden pockets all over his red suit, leaking out with a hiss. The hero swayed on his feet, the glow disappearing from his hand, and fell to the ground, incapacitated.
The gas dissipated rapidly, and Brandon removed his mask, leaning over to inject a vial of sedative into the heroâs tricep, praying the dosage would keep him down long enough to get him to the hideout. Â The children took this as a sign of safety, and rushed around him.
âHey! Thanks for helping out!â One boy punched the air. âI was going to pulverize him, but I thought you needed the practice. â
âI thought you were a villain?â A young girl pushed the first child out of the way, asking him with wide eyes. âWhy did you save us?â
âIâm not a villain anymore!â Brandon pulled a business card out of his pocket, handing it to her. âIâm a real estate agent.â
ââŚâ She stared at it. âIâm nine. I donât need to buy a house.â
âI know, but maybe your parentsâŚâ
âYouâre not very good at being a real estate agent, are you?â She patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. âMaybe you should stick to what your strong points are.â
âWhich areâŚ?â
âYou did just save us.â She smiled. âMaybe you should be a hero?â
Youâll never be a hero.
Brandon jerked as he heard those words again in his mind, trying to force a smile even as he broke out in a cold sweat.Â
âThanks, but Iâm sure the real heroes will be back and helping out soon, so you wonât need me!â
And in the awkward silence that followed, he tied up Power Manâs unconscious body, loaded him up in a small red wagon he found in the kindergarten classroom, and wheeled the hero out.
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âBrandon!â
A voice called out, catching his attention, he smiled as Sam ran up to him, forgetting that he had been trying to hide the gap in his mouth from where he lost some baby teeth. Sam came to a stop nearby, disconcerting him slightly as he had to look up at her. She had hit her growth spurt six months ago, shortly after they both had turned eight, and ever since she had been the taller one. Brandon tried to sleep early at night and even ate the vegetables they served at the orphanage, hoping he would hit a growth spurt soon, but so far he hadnât grown at all.
âWhatâs up?â He asked, putting down the small gadget he had been working on.
âThereâs a new kid in our class coming today!â Sam was bouncing up and down with excitement. âI heard he has powers!â
âPowers?â Brandon grimaced a little. âLike a super hero? Shouldnât he be going to the hero school then?âÂ
âApparently his parents want him to hang out with ânormalâ kids? WHO CARES? Isnât this so cool!â
âYeah, I guess.â Brandon picked his gadget up again, trying to tighten one of the small screws.
âWhat are you doing?â
âJust finishing up my confetti trap.â
âCOME ON! Work on that later!â Grabbing his hand, she pulled him along. The motion knocked his invention out of his hands, causing it to hit the floor with a loud clatter behind them. Brandon winced, not wanting to look back, worried that it was broken.
âWhatâs his name anyways?â
âWhose?â
Brandon rolled his eyes. âThe new kid? The one youâre so excited about?â
âOh yeah! Itâs Stephen.âÂ
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Suddenly, he was in the alley again.
âStopâŚâ Brandonâs voice came out broken, shaking. Tears and blood mixed on his face, sticking to his clothes as it dripped off his chin. âPleaseâŚâ
A large fist struck his face, causing him to see stars. A snarling voice whispered in his ear.
âYou could never be a hero.â
 Brandon crouched down, trying to protect his face, terrified.
 âBrandon!â
He shook his head, wanting to escape, but knowing that he was outmatched.
âBRANDON!â
After all who would believe him, even if he told anyone?Â
He was better off running away.
Becoming something out of HIS reach.
âBRANDON!â
A super villain.
âBRANDON WAKE UP!â
Brandonâs eyes snapped open as a familiar voice pulled him from his nightmare of the past.
Sam was shaking his shoulder, her face concerned. Â He smiled wanly at her, rubbing his eyes, hoping he didnât look as terrible as he felt.Â
âHey Sam, whatâs up?â
 Sam glared at him. âYou fell asleep on the floor. Youâre working too hard! I know I told you we needed help with this, but youâve barely slept or ate ALL WEEK!âÂ
Brandon shrugged. âThereâs a lot of heroes popping up all over the place. We have no idea if how long each one will stick around for, or if theyâll disappear again. We have to take the chance and get them now.â
âYeah, and youâve done great, youâve caught over fifteen super heroes.â She patted his shoulder. âBut youâre going to run yourself ragged at this rate. Trust me, I know.â She smiled sadly. âStephen used to do the same thing. He always wanted to be the best.â
He felt himself flinch at the name, but kept his face neutral. âAre you worried?â
âWorried?â
âWorried that heâll show up robbing a bank or something?â
Sam sighed, sitting down next to him on the floor where he had collapsed and fallen asleep earlier. âI donât know. I mean, he has the power to shift within quantum realities, so I always hoped that he was⌠out there⌠somewhere. That he escaped, you know?âÂ
She leaned back, closing her eyes. âBut now, itâs been five years. I feel bad hoping that heâll show up ârobbing a bank or somethingâ, but at least then I know he didnât just run off.â
âHeâŚâ Brandon hesitated. âHe wouldnât do that, wouldnât run off. Being a hero was too important⌠I mean... YOU were too important.â
She snorted derisively. âNo, you got it right the first time. Being a hero meant everything to him. Everything else⌠including meâŚ. took a backseat to that.âÂ
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âDonât be, nothing like five years in a world gone mad to really give a girl clarity and perspective on relationships.â
They both sighed in unison.Â
Brandon didnât want to break the silence, but eventually spoke up. âSo⌠this isnât going to work. âÂ
â I know. Thereâs too many super heroes, and all of them are under some sort of mind control.â Sam buried her face in her hands. âWeâve had to keep all the ones weâve captured sedated. So thereâs no one to help you.â
âActually⌠there might be someone.âÂ
âWho?â
Brandon grinned. âIâve got a bit of a crazy plan.â
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âNO.â Captain Doombringer glared at the two of them, crossing his arms across his chest.  âI am the leader of the villainâs coalition, not the freaking cub scouts! Why on earth would I help someone STOP crime?âÂ
âCome on!â Brandon spread his hands helplessly. âItâs the former heroes committing the crimes, so at least youâd be fighting on the opposite side still!âÂ
âNo.â
Sam broke in. âSo, I hate to ask this, but did any of you guys have something to do with the disappearance of the super heroes?â
The Captain glared at Brandon. âWhyâd you bring Quantum Bladeâs reporter girlfriend here?â
âShe insisted on coming⌠and sheâs kind of a childhood friend.â Brandon shrugged. âSheâs cool.â
He sighed. âNo. None of us villains did it. Believe me, we all WISH we were the ones who pulled this off.â
Sam raised an eyebrow. âSo whoever did this, isnât part of the coalition?â
âFreaking renegades.â He grumbled. âTrying to avoid paying dues.â
âIsnât this a good way to get them back? By spoiling their plan?â
Brandon saw that Captain Doombringer was hesitating. âPlus, you know the crew is getting bored committing crimes with no one to even try to stop them.â He added on the pressure with a smile. âThis, however, will be fun!â
âYou have no idea what the word âfunâ means do you?â The Captain stared up at the ceiling, as if searching for help there. ââŚfine, Iâll bring it up at tomorrowâs meeting.â
âHooray!â
âYou rock!â
â⌠I hate you both.â
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Two days later, Brandon and Sam high fived, looking over a crowd of slightly excited looking super villains. Â Several spontaneous fights broke out, with laser beams bouncing off the ceiling and shooting in several directions.Â
âWell, I got them here.â Captain Doombringer looked resigned, and tired. âNow what?âÂ
Brandon looked over at his fellow super villains, grinning. âNow? Now us super villains are going to do the one thing weâve never done before:â
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