Narrator:
The streets between Orchard and Park st, and 4th st and 8th st, formed a deserted grid of buildings that only the foolish would tread through without care.
The city district dedicated to its own destruction had been slowly decaying for years. Maintained only as a ruined street set by the producers, and an occasional combat ground for less dramatic battles which didn’t require the added stakes of public safety.
It was the perfect place for the Crypt Gang’s season five finale. The long awaited conflict had been in swing for almost two hours now, as Ava and the rest of the primary cast had run through the more populous streets of Ville Itche City leading their latest villain away from any more hostages.
They were suppose to wait before fighting him, but when he attacked them the plan was swung into action, and as with plans that haven’t had the proper amount of time to form, it failed.
The splintered concrete swirled in the air around them striking anyplace it could in near misses of the cast, who to speak of none of their other skills, could dodge telekinetically hurled rocks like a dream.
Ava peeked out of her hiding place behind one of the larger collapsed pieces of concrete, she’d heard something near the end of their ruined set. Peering down the street to what should have been nothing more than a crowd of spectators; she felt her concrete barrier move.
Feeling it pull underneath her hands she looked down at it and back up at their villain, his cold gaze on her as he lifted the concrete with his mind. She ducked down and moved away as it took off into the torrent of wind beyond her sheltered area.
She couldn’t see from where she was now, but she was sure she had seen him.
The wind swept around Leeto, circling him and pulling at his suit. He breathed a sigh and with a wave silenced it’s errant behavior. If one was versed in the psychic arts they would know the solid purple dome that now encircled the area was the cause.
It’s radiant energy connected to Leeto, even as it pushed away from him and prevented any more discord to his wardrobe. Ave and the rest of the cast members peeked out from their respective hiding places. The villain fumbling to right himself in the face of the now unknown threat.
Joe:
So, you think you can stand against me?
Leeto:
It wouldn’t be worth my time.
Joe:
What
Narrator:
It was at this point, with the cast looking between one another and Joe readying to attack, that his own head exploded, spreading blood across the ruined gravel of the streets.
Leeto:
I’m just the distraction.
Narrator:
Leeto turned away from the splattering of blood at his feet, and after a quick check that no one else in the cast was hurt, frowned at Ava.She’d stood up from her hiding spot and now skirted the edges of the blood to reach him.
Ava:
Leeto.
Leeto:
Ava.
Ava:
You came back.
Leeto:
There are reasons.
Ava:
Aren’t there always.
Narrator:
Leeto breathed a heavy sigh and looked in the direction the bullet had come from. Reaching out with his mind he found it’s shooter. Gone from the roof and adjoining streets, far nearer then he should have been.
Ames was looking at Leeto from the alley as he strode onto the scene, oblivious to the blood and brain matter he traipsed through.
Ava:
Ames, where have you been? We couldn’t find you and Joe showed up.
You shot him didn’t you.
Ames
Yeah!
Ava:
But,
Why do you have a popsicle?
Ames:
I like popsicles, and you have blood on your forehead, so don’t judge.
Narrator:
This brief exchange; which ended with Ava scrambling to remove what she couldn’t see and Ames passing her his hanky; took place as Leeto turned to leave the two, pausing only to inform Ames,
Leeto:
You have blood all over your shoes.
Narrator:
The purple shield swirled as it disappeared and he climbed into his car. Though; Ames’s stride kept pace with Ava’s run, it had a far casualer air; that brought them to Leeto’s side.
Ava:
You’re just going to leave.
Leeto:
Like I said, my own reasons.
Ames:
Well I like them.
Narrator:
As Ava fumed, stomping off to the barricade that separated their ruined set and the pristine streets of Ville Itche City, Ames leaned on Leeto’s car.
Leeto:
Get off.
Ames:
That’s the easy part, darling.
In case you need me again.
Narrator:
He pulled a business card from his pocket with a wink. And when Leeto made no move to accept it, he gave it a twirl and tucked it into Leeto’s breast pocket. Rising he blew Leeto a kiss and let the car roar away before joining the rest of the cast.
