#fanlastic

Madame Kinetic isn’t used to fights lasting longer than a few minutes. Typically she slows down the bad guys, lets the authorities intercept them, and leaves. However, today’s battle has been dragging on for long enough that her muscles and mind are both starting to ache. The villain has bought the police, and whoever he hasn’t is either unconscious or dead. Their bodies litter the ground, and hers is the last one standing. 

The vigilante has no idea how these people can just keep fighting. Then again, there’s only one of her, and ten? fifteen? many of them, with better armor than she could dream of. Madame Kinetic has been able to keep their big scary machine from working right, but she’s not strong enough to stretch her powers between that and the villain’s henchmen now that there isn’t anyone left to keep them at bay. 

She pauses to take a breath, despite the tense moment. They seem to be more focused on figuring out what’s wrong with their machine than they are the kid in the bright green costume. At least, that’s what she thinks until someone charges at her from behind, sending her flying with a single punch. The asphalt rips a hole in her already fraying leggings as she slides across the otherwise empty section of road. 

Unfortunate. She can’t really afford new ones right now. 

Madame Kinetic’s shaking now, but she forces herself upright. If she’s dying today, then she’ll go down swinging. The sun beats down on her relentlessly, and- 

   “Oh, will you look at the time! I’m going to kill Reed Richards!”