NATIONAL FAMILY BANK
“All right, everybody on the ground!” The woman holding a pistol to the security guard’s head had an authoritative voice, to be sure. “Nobody has to die today, just be cool and give us everything you got on hand!”
Two men moved to at her chin-jabbing command, one collecting valuables from the patrons and one collecting money from the tellers.
“Are you insane?” The branch manager’s face was crimson with rage. “This is a mob bank! You clowns are dead!”
The woman laughed, then replied: “What can I say? I’m a risk taker!”
Outside the bank, a tiny (and very sketchy looking) blonde peered over the top of a car – If they were taking everything, then there’d be more than one trip. Valuables are heavy, and so is money. Surprisingly. Or maybe it’s just greed and sins that weigh a lot. Madison was not a bishop. Madison was mostly sure she was not allowed to be a bishop but whatever. Point is: She was trying to spot where they were going.
It only took a few minutes for the robbers to get what they wanted, but the cavalry arrived first. Not the cops, oddly enough, but three ominous-looking black sedans with tinted “fuck everything.” windows, which disgorged a dozen black-clad armed thugs, who immediately took up positions behind their cars, pistols aimed at the bank door.
Okay. Now that- that’s a problem. She can do a lot of neat things, but she didn’t happen to carry around the appropriate type of electromagnet to not be shot. Mostly because doing so would crush her. Do banks even have rear doors? She should go find out. Skulking around the cars was not the best place to be, right now.
The bank building was clearly old as all get-out, a monolith of aging brick and carved stone. No rear door was plainly visible, only a night drop panel embedded in the wall around the corner.
Well that’s a fire hazard. Okay. So. She kind of needs to get inside. Preferably where people won’t immediately see and shoot at her. Being a legionnaire did not mean she consented to people shooting at her.
The tense moment continued for a little longer, when the woman in charge, holding a pair of canvas bags slung over one shoulder, emerged. Almost in a single action, all of the black-clad enforcers half-emptied their magazines at her.
“Ha ha!” She said. “Goddamn that never stops being scary!”
Dozens of bullets were hovering just in front of her skin, all over her body. She took a step forward and the bullets moved with her, then took a step to the side and they all resumed their flight path, caroming off the metal door.
There’s a yell of pain from one of the patrons in the bank. A ricochet. An average looking man, holds his leg, tears welling up in his eyes. But the problem isn’t that he’s bleeding. The color of his blood is silver, welling from wound. “Oh god, what the… oh god, oh god, oh god.” The silver blood pools around him, then seems to flow back towards the man, diving into the wound. “OH god WHAT THE FUCK.”
“Boss, there’s somebody– somethin’–” One of the henchmen looked on in horror.
“Just get the fuck out here, Tort!” The woman shouted back. “We don’t have time to watch every goddamn emergence!”
The silver blood rips the bullet out of the man, then seals the hole, but doesn’t seem to be done. Now the man is crying silver tears, bleeding the silver liquid from his ears, eyes, and mouth. Then he starts vomiting, and more silver pours from the man’s mouth in wet, splashing heaves.
“Jesus christ,” the woman murmurs.
Then the silver MOVES, large, animated spikes lunge at Tort, the woman, and anyone who has a gun.
“Mother of God!” She shouts.
“Oh shit!” ‘Tort’ throws his hex shield up just in time, the spikes caroming off of it. The other henchmen gets hit squarely and is thrown against the wall, but seems weirdly fine.
For the woman, the spikes just… halt. Right in front of her.
“Fuck’s sake,” the woman growled, reaching forward and hauling the thrown henchman to his feet. “Tortoise, get your ass over here. I don’t wanna be anywhere near that freaky thing. You okay, A?”
The henchman holding up a domed shield of energy hexagons sighed, then leaned his shoulder against the edge of the shield and started shoving it toward the door.
“Wuh?” The dazed henchman replied.
“Great. Let’s go get shot.”
Madison considers this situation. And considers it some more. Annnnd. She’s gonna go find the nearest unattended vehicle and see if she can’t fritz its computer-chip-thingy and make it accelerate very quickly at people she would like to hit with cars. Topically? That is everyone else. Except the silver-spewing man. That man scares her. It wouldn’t work with everything, so she needed to find one of the newer-ish models. Maybe a 2020.
Like that red thing. Right over there. Oooh. It was even angled funny. Perfect. Hopefully it didn’t make that loud ass–
God damn it
With a noisy screech, the car’s tires spun wildly and it launched forward at top speed, two men in black tumbling ass over teakettle overtop it before landing hard on the pavement.
As if cued, the other enforcers started shooting at the robbers, bullets caroming off the two henchmen and stopping in front of their leader. Then the car happened.
“Oh no–” the henchman behind Tortoise managed to squeak before the car collided with the hex shield, collapsing most of its front inward and throwing the shielded henchman backward, striking the other henchman and sending both of them sailing through the air.
That was the best thing I’ve ever seen, Madison decides.
The woman with the bags stared for a moment, then burst into peals of laughter. “Oh holy shit that was amazing, you guys!” She jogged toward where the henchmen had landed, the bullets that had been waiting in front of her peppering the wall behind.
The silver stopped spewing from the man, and he collapsed on the floor back in the bank. The silver wraps around him, carefully, like coddling a newborn baby. He staggers up when more bullets start careening around, a dark silver shield spreads out, catching some of the ricochets with wet little splashes. “Oh god… what… w-who’s talking… what the fuck is going on….”
The silver suited man, now, spreads little tendrils, steadying his body, as he stumbles forward trying to figure out what was going on. “Someone, h-help, there’s…. Something in my head…”
“You a superhero?” The branch manager demanded. “In case you hadn’t noticed, there was just a fuckin bank robbery here. You wanna maybe do somethin’ about that?”
Outside, the robbers had reached their getaway car. Tortoise dropped his shield and dove into the back seat, and the other dizzied henchman stumbled into the passenger seat.
The woman in charge turned, grinned, and saluted. “It’s been real fun, guys,” she quipped, “but you should tell your boss that you don’t try to ice Erin Thomson and get away with it clean. Ta!”
She got into the driver’s seat, turned the key, and was subject to the second most appalling anticlimax of her life. Click click click click. The engine didn’t turn over.
“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Erin muttered, “after I did the speech and everything.”
A tendril comes off from the silver suited man, and a mouth forms in the metal looking liquid. The voice buzzes and clicks, like a bad radio reception, and sounds wholly inhuman. “I am helping my host, silence smelly organ of too much cholesterol and not enough exercise. We shall do as we decide.”
That said, the tendril retracts, and the silver man starts staggering towards where the robbers were leaving. “H-hey, guys? Guys? C-can you surrender? The voice… in my head is telling me to do…. Things.”
The moment the man in the silver suit opened the front door to the bank, about half of the enforcers immediately saw a hero and started shooting him.
The robbers, still ensconced in their getaway vehicle, were arguing with each other and did not hear what the man said.
Cue terrified screaming from the man in the silver suit. Automatic fire pours into the liquid metal suit, and then cue pained screaming as well, along with creative uses of the F word.
However, the liquid metal didn’t seem to like that. Long, sinuous tendrils shot out at the goons who were shooting, becoming serrated and spiked. Jaws with far too many fangs and sucking, hungry maws went after them, first the guns, then at the men, if they continued to fight. One man rose into the air, silver liquid grabbing onto his arms, and legs, and PULLING them apart with a wet popping sound. Another tendril dove straight into a man’s open mouth, and scarlet/silver spikes erupted from inside the man, before withdrawing from the now pincushioned from the inside, corpse. Another two tendrils with jaws ripped out one man’s throat, continuing to chew through the flesh and bone. A fourth tendril became razor edged, whipping side to side, and one enforcer fell to his knees, desperately trying to keep his intestines inside until the serrated blade came down, crushing and slicing him in a messy half. A fifth tendril takes the shape of a fire axe, and just… starts. Chopping. Everything.
Anyone who wasn’t shooting, wasn’t targeted. The man encased in the liquid, fell to one knee, however, breathing heavily. “H-hey, hey! Do-don’t… don’- AH. AHHH.” Bullets started plopping out of the man’s body, as he yelled, trying to support himself.
“Oh jesus christ, boss. BOSS.”
“What? I’m trying– oh shit. Fuck. Everybody out of the car and into the alley. Fuck. Christ. What even–“
Cue screeching tires, screaming metal and – probably? Crying mob enforcers, as not one, not two or three, but four cars come screaming down the road in a line, side-by-side. From somewhere down the street, a faint voice seems to be encouraging the family members to “eat a diiiiiiiiick!”
The robbers scrambled out of their getaway car. The woman took a position directly in front of Tortoise, shielding him with her body while his shield was down. The other one did what he wanted to be a cool looking vault over the car’s hood but ended up mostly being a scramble around the car’s front. They did their damnedest to slip into a nearby alley unnoticed while silver death assaulted the mobsters.
The tendrils pause in their silver death, as the cars come down the way. They retract at insane speed, and make sure to get their host, whoever he is, out of the way, retreating from the oncoming ten thousand pounds of steel pain in high speed form. All the while, the host is like “AAAH WHAT’S GOING ON OW OW OW OW OW FUUUUUCK EVERYTHIING.”
The line of cars slammed into one side of the Family’s auto blockade, sending several enforcers flying and smearing a few of them against the side of their own cars. “I would’ve moved but that’s just me.” It was starting to smell like a charnel house around here, which is why the three bank robbers were real grateful to be halfway up the opposite building’s fire escape in a nearby alley.
The silver blood… thing, whatever it was, didn’t think it was a good idea to retreat back into the bank. The bank branch manager was a jerk to their host. And the host was injured, and whimpering. Instead, the blood had climbed up the side of the bank’s outside wall.
“Ow… it hurts so much… what…. Oh….. i… i don’t know what we should…. Do…. uhm…. The… the guys that stole th-the money? D-do you know… where they are?” The silver man thing seems to be talking to himself, and whatever the small tentacles are start looking around, blank silver ends seeming to be searching for something. A few more quiet whimpers from the host.
The tendrils can probably see a blonde woman in street clothes rushing into the alley, now that the gangsters-slash-enforcers were decidedly distracted. Look at that guy, for example. He’s definitely distracted.
There they were. Almost to the top of the next building over, climbing up the fire escape and apparently planning to… run across the roof? It wasn’t clear.
The tendrils seem to be debating something, as the man they’re connected to continues to cry a little, trying to make sense of what’s going on. Then they retract back into the mass of silver around the man, who blinks. Features start appearing on the man’s face, definitive eyes, and a mouth, perhaps?
“Oh, tha- that’s bet-better. Le-lets… yeah…. We- we can try to stop th- WAAAAHHHH!” The tendrils push suddenly off the roof, with a long, long jump, the host screaming the entire way, flailing. “OH GOD HELP I’M GONNA DIIIIE!” “You’re not going to die, we have you, dear host.” The current trajectory will take him to the building that the robbers were going up.
The woman crested the top of the building right around the time that the silver-suited hero landed… right in front of her. Her eyes went wide and she reared back a little.
“Hey there, uhm, shiny boy,” she stammered, “I, ah, don’t suppose we can, like. Talk this out?”
Her two henchmen peered up from below, looking distinctly unhappy.
And from the under side of the fire escape, is coming a grumpy, grumpy looking blonde. Clang-thud-clang-thud-clang-thud. She falters a little as she spots Silver Man. Oh. Okay. Why not.
Everyone kind of looked at each other awkwardly for a few moments. The robbers didn’t bother drawing their guns. This didn’t seem like the kind of situation where that’d help.
Silver Man, who seems to be hyperventilating, and shaky, and more than a little terrified of what’s going on. “L-look. I- Ij ust…. I just want to…. I don’t… y-yes. NO! No we’re not going to… do that!” One of the tendrils looks oddly forlorn, retracting back into the silver body. The eyes seems to focus back on the woman. “O-okay. Yes…. yeah…. C-can t-talk this out. Yes…. sorry. They’re…. Can you hear them? They’re being… very l-loud.” He falters for a moment, hands on his knees, breathing heavily.
“Damn, dude, you, uh…” Erin looked around, brow creased, as her henchmen cautiously crept up the rest of the way, keeping a wary eye on the blonde woman. “You want me to call an ambulance or someshit? You look kinda messed up.”
“M-maybe I…. it really, really hurts, you know… g-getting shot. Ah…. hnn…. But… c-could you g-guys stop… uh…. I d-don’t w-want to hurt…. Y-you stole uh… uh mob… money…. Oh…. oh shit. They’re gonna totally want to kill me now…” Silver blinked, straightened up, his voice constricting with fear.
“They already tried, buddy,” Erin laughed a little, “and it didn’t work! You don’t have to worry about those chumps. I dunno why you don’t want me to take their money, though. You may have noticed that they’re a bunch of assholes.”
“Real assholes,” Tortoise agreed.
“Kinda dicks,” Madison nodded.
“Yeah,” the thinner man whose name hadn’t yet been said chimed in so he wasn’t left out. “Dicks and assholes.”
Madison awkward-shoulder pats him. It’s okay guy. You’re just a little slower to agree. “..So uh. Are we gonna stand here until they show up with more guns or can we at least walk while we talk?”
Erin turned to look at the blonde, only just realizing that there was an additional character present. “Who are you?”
“..I’m me. Who are you.”
Scoff. “I gave a whole big speech! I was loud!”
“You know what else is really loud? Gunfire. You know what causes Tinnitus? Also gunfire.”
“Aight, you know what? You’re right. Let’s walk and talk. I’m not gonna lie to you and say I had a plan for getting off this roof safely, though. I was gonna drive off but my piece of shit car died. Can you walk, Mister, uh, Silvertongue?”
Mr. Silver seems to be getting his breath back, and stands back up. A little out of shape, a little thin, even through the liquid silver, the ‘eyes’ of the face seem to look at Erin and Madison and the group. “Y-yeah…. Okay…. What? Oh. I think they heard more cars coming from…. Uh… that way. W-we… yeah… okay. Should go.” One of the tendrils points to where the other black sedans came from, and looks to Erin and Madison.
“Well. Go on, planner-of-robberies. Before the guns happen again.” Madison shrugs. “And Recharge is fine. It’s what most people call me.” It sounds like a legion codename, which probably makes it a little weird that she’s totally encouraging theft. You also probably haven’t heard of her.
“Aight, well,” Erin sighs, leading the group across the roof. “That’s Achilles, that’s the Tortoise, and I’m Erin the Arrow. There’s a fourth member of our crew, sort of, but you can’t see ’em. My original plan was just gonna be to go to the edge, push my boys off, and then take a flying leap myself. Zeno don’t let me kill nobody, so if I’m the one who does the pushing, we all land safe no matter what. I mean I guess I could still do that…”
Silver looks wobbly, as he follows. “T-they say that they can get me down, but th-they don’t want to… oh. Oh, okay.” He looks back at them. “We can catch you guys, too, if that w-works…” He sounds very much dazed, but going along with the plan. Two long tendrils exude from his body and gently push the man off the building. More tentacles form, and carry him down, like an octopus climbing a sheer wall. “O-okay?” Silver calls up to them.
“I can’t wait to watch this.” She sounds a little too enthusiastic about the idea of folks gettin’ pushed off buildings.
“Hey, Mercury Man, don’t put yourself out none for us. Stand back and watch.”
She gave Tortoise a quick shove, and he tumbled over the side of the building with a yell. Just as he should have hit the ground, something seemed to buoy him, depositing the man gently on his feet.
“Alley-oop, Akky,” Erin grinned and pushed the other henchman. He, too, floated to a safe landing easily.
Erin turned to Madison. “You want a ride from Zeno too, blondie?”
“I ain’t real keen on the idea’a somethin’ I can’t see touchin’ me, but as it happens, I’m less keen on gettin’ shot. So, yeah. I guess.” She climbed the rest of the fire escape, stood on the roof and really hoped Erin wasn’t lying.
“Attagirl.” The gangster pushed Madison hard on the back, and she tripped on the edge of the roof and tumbled end-over-end… and then it felt like giant, soft, invisible hands were cradling her, turning her upright, gently setting her down. A moment later, Erin floated onto her feet next to her.
“Cool, eh?” She smirked.
Madison’s face said, quite clearly, that she did not like what just happened. “…Sssure.”
“That’s my guardian angel,” Erin’s voice didn’t sound 100% appreciative for some reason.
Silver just kind of stared dazedly at the group. “That’s…. Odd. Powers are… odd…. Wait, what? No, w-we’re not climbing back up to t-test it out…..”
“All right, we’re not outta hot water yet,” Erin glanced out the mouth of the alley in which they now stood, “and we need working transportation. It’s clear right now, but it won’t be for long. The Family’s been recruiting. Damn, I wish I knew who the Underground contact around here was.”
“If you can get me to your car, I can get goin’ again,” Madison notes. She sounded utterly, a thousand percent confident about it, too.
“Oh… oh god. Wait, what’s the Underground?” Silver blinked. “I really don’t want to get shot more….” One of the tendrils gently patted the silver clad man on the head, clearly trying to be soothing.
“I don’t mind getting shot, but I sure as shit don’t wanna get caught,” Erin grimaced. “Aight. I never been that fast at hotwiring, so let’s– ooh.”
Erin’s eyes lit on a van across the street. It was some kind of service vehicle, and on the side it read ‘Thomson’s Lighting Inc’ in a badly designed logo.
“That’s one of the vans for the company the Family inherited from my old man!” She exclaimed. “I couldn’t script something more poetic! Let’s go steal it.”
“Okay.” Madison stuffed her hands in her pockets. “What could possibly go wrong?”
“Uhm. Bad guys in there? W-wait, uhm…. Maybe more guns… uhh…. Bombs?” Silver didn’t realize that Madison was PROBABLY joking. He kinda half walks half staggers after the group, the tendrils helping balance him every so often. “You want help walkin’?” “T-think I’m okay… j-just really…. Hurts…” “You let me know if that changes.”
“..How are we gonna steal it,” she finally asked Erin.
“Well you was makin’ noises like you can hotwire a car, right?” Erin raised an eyebrow at Madison. So we real polite like ask Dan the Silver Goo Man here to jimmy the lock, you jumpstart it, bob’s your uncle. Yeah? We’ll go in first in case it’s dangerous.”
“Bob killed my uncle, you sonofabitch.” Madison thinks for a moment, then nods. “Yeah. I can probably start it.”
“I-its Ted. M-my name’s Ted.” said Ted the Silver Goo Man. “O-okay, jimmy the lock… you guys can do that, right? Oh. Open it… without bre- no, no tearing i-it of the hinges.” A tendril extends from the forearm of Ted as they get close to the car. “D-do I go n-now or do y-you want to check it out?” The exuded tendril looks at the main body of the silver man, then looks dejected. “S-shush, I’m trying t-to be careful.”
“All right, Paradox Crew, let’s shield our new buddies,” the three robbers took positions in front of the two squishier people. “Do it up, Silverted.”
The little tendril shoots into the lock, splatting against it, and less than a second later, there’s a click, and the door opens. “Daaamn, nice!” Silverted looks at the little tendril. “O-okay, that’s pretty cool. G-good job.”
The robbery crew’s display proved to be unnecessary: no one was inside the van.
“Nice nice nice,” Erin crawled into the van, between the seats, and into the cargo compartment. “Yup! We’re clear!”
She opened the van’s rear door and poked her head up over it. “C’mon in, and let’s hoof it!”
Madison clambers into the driver’s seat. “..y’gonna wanna lean away. Maybe cover yer eyes,” she says. Despite that, not much happens for a moment… then, with a brilliant shower of hissing and sparks, the van’s engine rumbles to life. Seems fine. Totally legit. She shifts gears a couple times. “Yep. Okay. Didn’t break nothin’.”
Silverted gets in, as well. Looking overly concerned. “W-we’re really… stealing a van. Oh. Oh right, they’re… dicks, yeah?” He shakes his head.
“Well, Ted. Theodore? Teddy. Well, Teddy, our choices are either A: Steal this van. Or B: You and I stand around and get shot. I mean there’s probably a few other options there? Buuut you know. Let’s like. Not find out?” She smiles at him, almost roguishly. “And how ‘bout you, Robs-A-Bank? You got a location in mind or should I just drive really fast in any direction?”
Teddy just kind of meeps and curls up a little in the chair. Though he does nod a little. “K-kind of just hoping thi-this is all a nightmare.”
“A nightmare? With a gal like me around? I’m hurt. Seriously though just breathe. You’ll get through this.”
“Don’t get too twisted up. The Family took this company from my old man, and after he died and I kinda.. Well okay, after Zeno fucked up my chances of becoming a capo, they tried to ice me. Far’s I’m concerned, they owe me way the fuck more than a van. And yeah, head toward Route 34 and take it West. I got an old hidey-hole that’ll work for now.”
“Alllllrighty.” Madison drives like she talks. That is to say, she takes a lot of shortcuts, and goes a little faster than is really probably safe. She handles the van well, at least, and hasn’t hit anyone by the time they get to Route 34, so it’s probably not all bad.
The Paradox crew, for their part, seemed to think this style of driving was normal, which was a likely sign that anybody who saw the van assumed it was being driven by one of its normal occupants. Soon they were coasting along route 34, and Erin once again got talkative, as seemed to be her way.
“Okay, blondie, – “Why did you ask my name if you’re just gonna call me blond- HEY, USE YOUR BLINKER, ASSHOLE!– ahem go on?””–okay, Recharge. That’s a real Legion-y name. You a cape? Am I in even more trouble?”
Madison stares blankly at Erin. “…Why would you be in trouble? All I saw was some thugs trying to shake down some innocent folks and then I got them out of there with the help from a man made of silver and stabbing.”
“… Oh… oh god. We did that to a bunch of -people-.” Silverted scrunches up into an even smaller ball.
“Hey, if it helps at all? You did not do anything until them until they tried to kill you. “truth.” And frankly, I don’t think I’d even say it’s your fault. That – silver.. Stuff. It kinda seems to do what it thinks is best. You are not to blame. Like I said, just breathe, Teddy. We’ll get you to – .. this place, and then we’ll see what we can do for ya, okay?”
“People’s emergences kill folks all the time,” Erin said, sounding a tiny bit bitter, “or so I hear. “Yeah. They do.” Usually it’s innocent people. In your case, it was a bunch of mobsters. Public goddamn service, if you ask me.”
Ted just kind of nods, silently. “I-its saying th-that they were dicks. Th-they d-don’t like that they w-were using guns in such a l-large crowd.”
“Legit!” Erin grinned. “Ours were just for show. We wasn’t gonna shoot nobody. We don’t hafta.”
Ted nods again. “T-that’s good to know. Uhm. Oh crap. D-did you guys t-take out the security cameras? C-cause they’re gonna see who I am….” Ted asks worriedly.
“Uhm,” said Erin.
“Oh,” says Ted, very, very, very quietly. “I… I gotta get home after w-we stop.”
“Ugh,” Erin let her head roll back. “Lemme guess. You got a family and shit.”
Ted nods. “Girlfriend. An-and my parents, but they’re in another state. I… oh.” He takes a deep breath. The silver liquid around him ripples like water after a stone disturbs it. “I… I dunno. I gotta tell them t-to be careful. I think… a-and move? Y-yeah?… I really didn’t watch enough Hero and Cop shows before… all this.”
“Well, I guess there are a couple ways you can play this,” Erin counted on her fingers. “One? You join the Legion. They’ll protect your family and girlfriend, and help you move your stuff, hone your powers. Two? You and your people come lay low with us for a little while until you figure out what to do with ’em. Three? You just wade into Chicago and kill as many mobsters as you can, fast enough that they’re too busy dodging you to do anything about your family.”
“Four, you talk to the Freelancers. You’ll probably end up getting more-or-less conscripted, so I don’t recommend that one. And fiiiive. … I tap some folks. See what I can do for ya.”
Ted pauses. One free tendril seems to be patting comforting him, the rest of them have retracted back into that silver sheen of his. “I-I don’t think I’m cut out to be a hero… s-so option one and four a-are probably out. Uhm.”
He baps the tendril with one hand. “No, we’re not going to do option three, th-that’d make us… uh, a supervillain. Or something.”
“Option one isn’t really out. We need a support staff like anyone else.”
He looks at Erin, and Madison. “I don’t know. I wa-was just trying to deposit my freakin’ paycheck… “ He takes another deep breath. “Who -what would we need to do to… uhm, tap? Would we owe you anything? I-i’ve got… like… maybe a little money, but that’s it.”
“Um. No. You wouldn’t owe me nothin’. Basically, it’d just be seein’ if I got any favors that could help you relocate real fast.”
“You got a raw deal, dude,” Erin chimed in, “the Paradox crew’ll help ya if we can. We’re honorable thieves. Right guys?”
“Sure, Erin,” Tortoise said. Achilles just shrugged and nodded.
“Zeno’s in too, they’ll help anybody. So to speak.”
“Okay.” He takes another deep breath, and with more conviction he says, “Okay. Yeah. Lets do that. If anyone has a phone, I’ll call my girlfriend…. We’ll get this done. Th-thanks.” The sheen of silver seems to be fading, as well. It seems be drawn into the man’s eyes, leaving an average, sandy brown haired looking man who’s a little short and looks to be in his early thirties. Oh, and his clothes are punctured with bullet holes. A lot of them. But the wounds are covered in the same silver substance that his body was covered in just a moment ago.
“Oh.. Oh. That was… kinda cool.” He looks at his hand, which is now normal looking.
“Gratz, my man. You’re a para now.”
Madison eyes him critically – then hands him her phone. “Call away.”
Dial dial dial… “Hi… honey… I-I know you’re at work…. Uhm. Oh. You saw the news?” Gulp. “There’s TV coverage of a silver guy on Youtube?” GULP. “Did I deposit the paycheck? Uhhh.” GULP.
“Uhmm… uh… see…. That was… uh… me…” He cringes, as over the phone, there’s extremely excited female shouting. “Uhm. Yeah. Listen… yep. Yep. Yep.”
Teddy looks at them. “Well. She’s getting a bag together. She’s… been a paranormal nerd for years. So…. she’s super excited. Yay?” He chuckles, weakly, trying to figure things out.
“Ah geez. It’ll be okay, buddy, just uh. Hang in there.” Pat pat.
“Seeeee? Everything’s fine. And also no one’s house is on fire. Everybody wins!”