Post by Lord Kalak on Sept 28, 2014 0:05:58 GMT -5
“Stupid boy. I will be free of this, and you’ll be rotting in hell.” The familiar scaly roommate within Evan’s dream world threatened as he struggled within the chains keeping him confined. “Already today you managed to make yourself look like a fool. What good is power when you’re too naïve to understand how to use it?” Evan sighed. There was truth in these words. “You’re right. I did make some foolish mistakes today. But don’t think you’ll free yourself by taking advantage of some weakened confidence.” Evan replied back, making a fist as the chains around the demon tightened. “I think I’ve had enough of our games here. My body should be rested quite enough.” He said as he turned around and began walking toward a lit up door. The demon ceased his resistance, and opened his mouth again. “They know who you are now. There is no hope, no place for you to hide. Any chance at a normal life for you is gone. You will never find peace there. Give in. Accept your fate.” Evan stopped just short of the door. “You’re right. I won’t ever find peace within this world. Not ever. Because humanity was never meant to, not with the way the system is.” The door opened as light started beaming out. “But there is still a chance for me to win, a chance to beat this world. I won’t give up. I can’t. Not until I’ve breathed my last breath. Justice must prevail.” With that, Evan gave his prisoner one last look as he stepped through the door and into consciousness.
Hyperion awoke within his jail cell. The best thing they could do for someone like him was put him in solitary with weighted shackles and numerous guards standing outside of his door. Of course, given time they may be able to develop a cell just for me when they see the full extent of my power. The pain he had experienced earlier was gone, no doubt due to the recovery of his demonic stamina. Could it be night already?
As the youth got up from the floor where he had taken a much needed rest, he walked over to a wall and leaned upon it. He closed his eyes and breathed, feeling the burning of his essence flowing through his veins. Indeed it was night. He felt that leveling the wall and flying through the building and out to freedom wouldn’t be a problem at all right now. And he was right. However, there were still some things to go over before he went back into battle. We’re going to take as long as we need.
He thought about his confrontation with the two heroines earlier, each move he made and each move they made, constantly rethinking the battle and imagining events that would unfold if he had made a different decision here and there. I knew it was foolish to make a move during the day. I told myself I’d never do it. But I gave into impulse. He clenched his fist remembering when he learned of the governor’s speech. And that wasn’t the only time. I let them get the best of me. I didn’t strategize clearly enough. And I didn’t expect there to be a second superhuman either. Pacing to the other side of his small cell, he grew uncomfortable with the fact it only took two steps to reach the other side of the room, even with these shackles on; so he tapped into his strength and telekinesis and slipped out of them as he began to walk laps. He felt pretty good whenever he used his powers in darkness. Come to think of it, between me, Maching Bird, that lowbred animal Jessica Frost, and that electricity girl that got me earlier, this generation is getting more and more superhumans. There is a possibility that there could be more. He stopped dead in his tracks. The thought of about a dozen superhumans opposing his own goals worried Hyperion. No, there’s bound to be someone that is going in the right direction. They can’t all be blind. But I should still be checking my surroundings so I don’t get taken by surprise again. That’s what ruined me today.
He continued walking his small laps. Now to review today’s battle. I was performing well against Maching Bird for a first encounter before electragirl showed up. But in a second encounter she’s bound to be on guard for any of the tricks I used earlier. I’ll have to keep my distance from her and take her on in my home turf; darkness, or even better, at night. I’m sure I can do some real damage to her and stay out of her reach using my telekinesis. And if she continues to move around, I should have enough telekinetic power to hurl obstacles around, either making her stop or tripping her. Then, whenever she does stop moving, one way or another, I can lift her and end our little game. All I’d have to do is stay away from any solid surfaces for her to run up on. As for the other, I don’t have much intel on her other than she can send electrical shocks through anything she makes contact with, like a jelly fish. She can also materialize herself into a gel form. Maybe the heat can have an impact on her? Hyperion stopped dead again. He’d have to get more intel on this enemy before thinking of a complete strategy on how to handle her. But distance was key, and he would love to have a shot at doing some experimenting with heat. Maybe it would be very efficient; the thought of the electric witch that imprisoned him here being melted down by the heat made Hyperion grin with anticipation. But there was one more matter to deal with.
His unmasking to the public exposed his human identity. Evan Christon will no longer be able to walk around the world a free man. His apartment was probably being surveyed by police, his parents back at the small town he left being questioned, and there was no way for him to make money legitimately and live under the guise of normalcy. He’d have to find a way to hide underground. Perhaps there were certain crime bosses that could help in this area. After all, they didn’t legally earn their revenue. It deserved to be confiscated, and what better way to redeem such cash than to use it to fund the world’s savior? People already knew what he was capable of, and if he were to go under the act of marketing himself out as a hired super-criminal, he was bound to come into contact with someone. I’ll think more on this later. For now, let’s go get some fresh air and something to replace this orange jumpsuit with.
After punching through one wall of his cell, easily crumbling through it with his strength, Hyperion unleashed his wrath on any wall, door, window, or guard that stood between him and freedom. His near effortless escape lead him to the beautiful night sky in no time as he started to soar back to New Haven. With the sound of gun fire echoing through the night, the gates of hell had opened.
Hyperion awoke within his jail cell. The best thing they could do for someone like him was put him in solitary with weighted shackles and numerous guards standing outside of his door. Of course, given time they may be able to develop a cell just for me when they see the full extent of my power. The pain he had experienced earlier was gone, no doubt due to the recovery of his demonic stamina. Could it be night already?
As the youth got up from the floor where he had taken a much needed rest, he walked over to a wall and leaned upon it. He closed his eyes and breathed, feeling the burning of his essence flowing through his veins. Indeed it was night. He felt that leveling the wall and flying through the building and out to freedom wouldn’t be a problem at all right now. And he was right. However, there were still some things to go over before he went back into battle. We’re going to take as long as we need.
He thought about his confrontation with the two heroines earlier, each move he made and each move they made, constantly rethinking the battle and imagining events that would unfold if he had made a different decision here and there. I knew it was foolish to make a move during the day. I told myself I’d never do it. But I gave into impulse. He clenched his fist remembering when he learned of the governor’s speech. And that wasn’t the only time. I let them get the best of me. I didn’t strategize clearly enough. And I didn’t expect there to be a second superhuman either. Pacing to the other side of his small cell, he grew uncomfortable with the fact it only took two steps to reach the other side of the room, even with these shackles on; so he tapped into his strength and telekinesis and slipped out of them as he began to walk laps. He felt pretty good whenever he used his powers in darkness. Come to think of it, between me, Maching Bird, that lowbred animal Jessica Frost, and that electricity girl that got me earlier, this generation is getting more and more superhumans. There is a possibility that there could be more. He stopped dead in his tracks. The thought of about a dozen superhumans opposing his own goals worried Hyperion. No, there’s bound to be someone that is going in the right direction. They can’t all be blind. But I should still be checking my surroundings so I don’t get taken by surprise again. That’s what ruined me today.
He continued walking his small laps. Now to review today’s battle. I was performing well against Maching Bird for a first encounter before electragirl showed up. But in a second encounter she’s bound to be on guard for any of the tricks I used earlier. I’ll have to keep my distance from her and take her on in my home turf; darkness, or even better, at night. I’m sure I can do some real damage to her and stay out of her reach using my telekinesis. And if she continues to move around, I should have enough telekinetic power to hurl obstacles around, either making her stop or tripping her. Then, whenever she does stop moving, one way or another, I can lift her and end our little game. All I’d have to do is stay away from any solid surfaces for her to run up on. As for the other, I don’t have much intel on her other than she can send electrical shocks through anything she makes contact with, like a jelly fish. She can also materialize herself into a gel form. Maybe the heat can have an impact on her? Hyperion stopped dead again. He’d have to get more intel on this enemy before thinking of a complete strategy on how to handle her. But distance was key, and he would love to have a shot at doing some experimenting with heat. Maybe it would be very efficient; the thought of the electric witch that imprisoned him here being melted down by the heat made Hyperion grin with anticipation. But there was one more matter to deal with.
His unmasking to the public exposed his human identity. Evan Christon will no longer be able to walk around the world a free man. His apartment was probably being surveyed by police, his parents back at the small town he left being questioned, and there was no way for him to make money legitimately and live under the guise of normalcy. He’d have to find a way to hide underground. Perhaps there were certain crime bosses that could help in this area. After all, they didn’t legally earn their revenue. It deserved to be confiscated, and what better way to redeem such cash than to use it to fund the world’s savior? People already knew what he was capable of, and if he were to go under the act of marketing himself out as a hired super-criminal, he was bound to come into contact with someone. I’ll think more on this later. For now, let’s go get some fresh air and something to replace this orange jumpsuit with.
After punching through one wall of his cell, easily crumbling through it with his strength, Hyperion unleashed his wrath on any wall, door, window, or guard that stood between him and freedom. His near effortless escape lead him to the beautiful night sky in no time as he started to soar back to New Haven. With the sound of gun fire echoing through the night, the gates of hell had opened.