Titans of New York City (chapter 1)
This is my first fanfiction so try to be gentle with the criticism. Anyhow...
New York City, the big apple! It's said to house some of the most dangerous criminals in the United States. So to tackle those super criminals, New York City needed some super heroes. This is their story.
Location: Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. At a park near the N street station, several shady young people were gathered behind the restroom building. "I'm only going to say this one more time. Do you got my money, kid?" the voice of a lowlife thug spoke. The group had a teenager pinned against the wall. The boy's face was covered in sweat. "I'm...I'm sorry. I'll get the money soon." The boy replied. "Sorry ain't good enough kid! You bout to get pieced up!" The thug dropped the boy on the ground. He and his friends put on brass knuckles. The boy crunched up against the wall closing his eyes. "Please...no! I promise to have the money soon...don't hurt me!" At this current time another teenager about age 13 was walking around the park. His name was Kent Spealing. He wasn't in a very good mood just then. "Can't believe I failed that test! I studied forever for it too. That teacher just doesnt like me. I know that's the reason. He picks on me in class, keeps me after everyday, and sometimes even gives me detention for stuff I didn't even do. If I could get even with him I sooo would do it." He said, his face crunching up with anger. Then his ears twitched when he heard a voice. "NO STOP!!!" Kent looked over to the restroom building. "Hmm...what a surprise. The Bay Ridge hoodrats are on the prowl again." He started over to the building quickly making sure his footsteps werent too loud. Peering around the corner on the safe side he saw the group of thugs beating down on the teenage boy. He pulled back to the wall and got even angrier. "That just burns me up! These idiots have nothing better to do than to pick on other people. Well, they done got me fired up." And then Kent revealed something. He was no ordinary teenager. His body became covered in flames, his yellow and orange spandex suit starting to materialize underneath until it covered his body head to toe. His black hair became orange flames and on the center of his chest was a flame symbol. He'd become Firestorm. "That doesn't feel too good does it kid? Well it's what happens when you don't get me my money." The teenage boy was shaken up on the ground, battered and bruised. "How about one more for the road?" One of the thugs reached for a baseball bat and was ready to come down on the kid with it. Before he could even swing the bat was lit into flames. "Hey! What the heck is goin on here?" He dropped the bat and they all backed off. "Picking on defenseless teens? That really gets me hot under the collar." The turned to see Firestorm standing there with his fists held up and embalmed in flames. "It's Firestorm!" "Back off Storm! Me and the kid got business." "Well your business involves him gettin beat up. It's people like you that give this city a bad name." Firestorm then let off a wave of fire at the group without warning. "LOOK OUT!" They screamed as they dove sideways. "This just got real! I'm out!" They started running one by one. Firestorm simply flew after them and would cut them off. "I guess I should have warned you guys. You caught me on a bad day!" Firestorm then slammed both fists down on the ground. The group was then surrounded by flames. "Now how do you guys want to be done? Do you want to be fried, broiled or baked?" "Be easy storm! We just want our money man!" Firestorm got angrier at this. "All this over money? There are less intimidating ways to do it!" As he got angrier, the flames surrounding the thugs grew stronger. "Hey storm! We don't want trouble! Come on man!" "Should have thought of that before you started beating up kids. I think I'll let you sit in the hot seat till the cops show up this time. But if you get out and I catch you again, you'll find out what happens when you play with fire." Firestorm walked off from the flame circle. He was sure he'd made it noticeable enough. As he got closer to the beaten kid he changed back to normal. He looked at the kid. "Good, he's not beaten too badly. But I'm sure there's broken bones at least." He looked closer to see the kid was regaining consciousness. "Cool, he's waking up. Easy kid, I'm gonna get you to a hospital." Kent spoke.
Location: Kew Gardens, Queens. At a skate park, a group of teens were enjoying some after school recreation. Amongst them was a 15 year old teenager named Alex Tracy. He was a very talented skateboarder and coach of his own little team. They decided to have some practice today. "Looking good team X-treme! Keep it up on the half-pipe." Alex spoke. He was in a generally cheerful mood today. His friends were grabbing some major air on the half-pipe. "We might actually be able to enter a competition this weekend if we keep this up, Alex." spoke his girlfriend Maria. "Yeah, I'm excited. Hey where's Frank? I thought he'd be on the half-pipe with us today." Spoke his best friend Andy. "Mr South Street Champ is still working on the grinding rails." His other friend Jeff spoke as he came back from his water break. "What's he doing? He knows he isn't good on the rails." Alex said. He looked over to see Frank still attempting to make clean grinds on the rails. He'd looked just in time to see him lose balance and fall on his back. "Come on, Frank! We agreed to stick with what you're good at. It's a team effort. Maria is the one who will be doing the grind race, not you! We need you on half-pipe." Alex said. "What the heck, Alex! I know I can get it. I was..." "Grind Race Champion on South Street in Philly." Alex and Maria said. "We already proved it was a fluke and that if that handball didn't hit your board when it did you would have fallen. So stop trying to prove something and get on the half-pipe. MAria, can you take a break. You've been nonstop. Grab some water." Alex said. Alex turned around and grabbed his bottle of water. This has been a nice peaceful day. No interruptions at all. I might have a successful practice today.This has been a nice peaceful day. No interruptions at all. I might have a successful practice today. He thought as he sipped his water. Alex then saw a bunch of police cars riding down the street in a hurry. Everybody was looking at them drive by. Alex's friends had stopped practicing to see. "Whoa, something is definitely going on here?" Andy said. "But what?" Maria asked. So much for my peaceful day. I'd better check this out.So much for my peaceful day. I'd better check this out. "Ya know, everytime something goes on, Alex..." Jeff turned around to see Alex was gone. "Sigh...disappears." "There he goes again!" Frank said. Alex too was a special teenager. He was running out of the back exit of the park. Nobody was here. "Another day...another crime! It never fails. Grease Lightning Transformation!" As Alex ran, his body became shrouded in electricity, his blue and yellow costume appearing on his body. On the center of his chest was a lightning bolt symbol. He was Grease Lightning. Dematerializing into pure electricity, he shot off into the air following the police car sirens. He'd arrive at the scene of the crime; a Citibank franchise was being stormed. Grease Lightning instantly identified the criminal at work. "Dr. Ivan Ashford...he never gives up." Ashford had with him a group of robots who were helping him carry off the bank's money supply. The scene was mobbed with cops. "You guys can't stop me! Why even try?" Ashford asked as he and his robots mangled up the police cars to make their escape. "You'd think a guy with a phD would learn his lesson by now. But not you Ashface. You just keep coming." He looked up to see Grease Lightning flying down at him. "YOU! Not this time you electrical freak!" Ashford responded to him. "Why doctor, your words are so hurtful! They're almost shocking!" His hands extended, Grease Lightning let out a furious electric wave down on one of the robots, blowing it apart. "You'd think you would make them electric proof. I think your university needs to revoke your degree doctor." Grease Lightning said. "Make all the jokes you want. I have you this time." The doctor pushed a button on the robot he was operating. The top hatch opened up and let loose a net. The net caught Grease Lightning and pulled him down out of the sky. "AGH!" He started to scream when the net started to absorb his electric powers. "Haha! How do you like that one! My electromag-net will drain you of your powers. Making you weak. I'll finally get to make you pay for meddling in my affairs, punk." As the robots closed on in him Grease Lightning struggled. "Darn, can't get loose!"