I was flying on patrol, with visions of Christmas Shopping and Christmas Dinner. Oh God, I sound like a story book. Anyway, I was day dreaming and I barely noticed the living storm going on down there. It looked like a fight between a Blizzard and an Electrical Storm. I looked closer and I saw a familiar energy being and a little kid. People were running for their lives and swerving or speeding away from the street the event was on.
I flew a few feet above them. "Hey! Brandon!" He glared up at me. He had a black jumpsuit with a high black collar and a low V-neck. He yelled at me, "I am NOT Brandon Keith! I am Shockwave!"
I rolled my eyes. "Listen Keith!" I replied. "You can drop the act and let me help you, or you can let me beat the crap out of you, and then help you. Your choice."
He said back, "Nobody can help me now! Except those losers back at the Lab. As long as I do my job, I'll get whatever I want. Now get out of my way, Hero!" I landed and held my arms out, looking over my shoulder to see a kid who couldn't be any more than five or six. I said, "You are not getting to this kid, Brandon."
He shot a blast at me and I crossed my arms to block it. I closed my eyes, and when I didn't feel anything I opened them. I saw a pink dome in front of me. The blast ended, and I lowered my arms and the sheild faded.
I had to get over the fact that I had a new power quickly. Brandon, I mean, Shockwave had energy coursing from two light posts and redirected the energy at me. I took to the sky and tackled him. After he was on the ground he unleashed a blast that sent me flying.
Wow, my entire body is tingling now. I flew over to an abondoned garbage truck. I picked it up, with some effort, and slammed it into Shockwave. He blasted it out of his way, and glared at me. He looked at the kid I was trying to protect and his eyes got wide.
He growled and muttered a curse. He turned back to me. "This ain't over, Haley!" He shot through a lampost and dissappeared. I turned to the kid and saw the problem. He was gone.
Shoot. Where did he go? I was winning, wasn't I? I sighed and flew home. Mom and Dad will be expecting me to be there before they get home. Butch is having a Chorus Concert tonight.
Later that night......
I sat in one of the rows with my parents. They still have no idea of what I have been doing for the past few months. I need to change that soon. But hey, Christmas break is this wensday and my grandparents are coming into town. I was getting so used to lieing to them, but that just isn't me. I never......OK, not never, but I hardly lie to my own parents.
Oh, the teacher is announcing the show. I sat there, waiting a whole five minutes before Link buzzed in my purse. No, no, no! Butch's class isn't even on yet! Hmmmm. Maybe I can do this really quick, and make it back before he starts.
I whispered to my dad that I was going to the bathroom and got up as quietly as I could. I went into the bathroom and clicked my bracelet. I flew through the tiny high window that was provided. Link said that the trouble was a kid causing a blizzard. It sounded like the kid I met earlier. I flew over to Salem Avenue, where they reported he was.
I hovered a few feet above the buildings. I saw a snowstorm going on down there. I heard something between a whisper and a scream that matched the storm. "Gooooooooo. Awwwwaaaaaaaay! Leeeeaaaaaavve. Meeee. Aaaloooone!" I looked closer and I saw hints of faces. I don't know why, but I talked back to the storm. "I'm here to help you! What's your name?"
There was just wind blowing for a second. Then I heard, "I. Aaaaammm. Jooooooooohhhhhn. Sttttooooorrrrrrrmmm." I said, "John Storm? Oh, that's a nice name. How old are you?"
"Allmooosst. Ssssssiiiiix. I wwwaaaaaaannnnt mmmyyyy mmmooooommmy." My heart was starting to crumble. I said, "Its OK. Its OK. Now I need you to calm down and turn off the storm. OK? Can you do that?" Silence. "I'lllll trrrryyyy." The storm shrunk, slowly but surely.
Soon the snow, ice, and clouds took form of a child. A six year old who was on his knees. He wore a little black jacket with gloves and boots and all that stuff. I floated down to John Storm. I said, "Hey there." He looked up at me and I saw tears in his eyes. He had light blue eyes, his skin was deathly pale, his hair was black and short.
He said, "Who are you?" I stepped forward. "I'm here to help you are. Don't worry I'll get your Mommy and Daddy back. I promise." I picked him up and held him. He cried softly and I comforted him.
The Police came up and I saw a couple step out of one of their cars. I walked over holding John. I asked, "I'm guessing you two are Mr. and Mrs. Storm?" They nodded. I handed John over to the Mom and she looked about ready to break down. "I....I don't know what to say." I smiled. "Then don't say anything. It's just another day in Den-Martin." She held John closer. The father said, "Thank you. Thank you so much." I waved and then flew off.
And that was when I remembered about Butch's Chorus Concert. But, get this, I actually made it just in time for Butch to on stage.
I'm getting better at this.
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