Another chapter in my AU
Since I posted the iTunes challenge, I've expanded the character rota to include Rictor and Siryn from X-Factor. If there's anything you want to know, feel free to ask. :)
Prompt: Earth
They were surrounded. There was no doubt about it, they were in big trouble now, and unless they could find a way out of the situation soon, they would soon be dead. There were thirty or so of the faceless soldiers, all with guns pointed at Dick and his new friends, waiting only for the authorisation from above to carry out their task. Before the men had a chance to attack, Theresa took the initiative and screamed, sending the soldier nearest her flying through the air and straight into one of his comrades. Both crashed to the ground and the one who bore the brunt of the attack didn’t get up again. Unfortunately this action caused several others to open fire on her, and at least one of them found their target, as suddenly a spasm shook her body, a few sparks of electricity danced over her, and then, seeming to Dick almost as if time had slowed, she fell from the sky, landing with a thud a few metres in front of him. Rictor shouted some obscenities in Spanish which Dick pretended not to understand, and was about to rush to her aid, when one of the nearest soldiers actually spoke to them, warning, “One step and you’re dead.” Both men froze, knowing they would be no use to Theresa if they got themselves killed, no matter how much they wanted to just rush headlong into a fight. One of the other soldiers walked over to her and kicked her to check she was unconscious, before confirming, “The bitch is down.” Rictor looked like he was having trouble restraining himself.
It was at that point that Dick noticed the ground had started shaking. It was barely perceptible, but the vibrations seemed to be increasing, and if it continued, then they’d soon have difficulty standing, let alone fighting. As the enemy began voicing cries and shouts of alarm, Dick turned to his still standing teammate, about to suggest something, but was surprised to see that Rictor’s expression had changed from a mix of fury and concern to a somewhat maniacal grin.
“iMadre de dios! My powers are back!” He laughed, apparently having no trouble keeping his balance, and clapped his hands together, causing a greenish blast to shoot out at the feet of the man who'd kicked Theresa. Dick used his training as a circus artist and a vigilante to good effect and made his way slowly to the downed woman, trusting Rictor to cover his back. He crouched down next to her and after checking her vitals to confirm she was still alive, carefully scooped her up into his arms.
“Get her back to base. I’ll make sure you aren’t followed,” Rictor yelled to him, whilst sending yet another soldier crashing to the ground. Dick quickly weighed up his options, and then made his way away from the battle, dodging the occasional soldier or energy blast. He headed west, planning on looping around to the cave. It wouldn’t do to lead them straight to their hideout, or even give them the remotest of clues as to its location.
Before disappearing over the crest of the nearest hill, he glanced back at his friend, and then made a mental note to, when a suitable moment presented itself, find out why the Mexican looked so at home in the middle of the struggle.
Prompt: Earth
They were surrounded. There was no doubt about it, they were in big trouble now, and unless they could find a way out of the situation soon, they would soon be dead. There were thirty or so of the faceless soldiers, all with guns pointed at Dick and his new friends, waiting only for the authorisation from above to carry out their task. Before the men had a chance to attack, Theresa took the initiative and screamed, sending the soldier nearest her flying through the air and straight into one of his comrades. Both crashed to the ground and the one who bore the brunt of the attack didn’t get up again. Unfortunately this action caused several others to open fire on her, and at least one of them found their target, as suddenly a spasm shook her body, a few sparks of electricity danced over her, and then, seeming to Dick almost as if time had slowed, she fell from the sky, landing with a thud a few metres in front of him. Rictor shouted some obscenities in Spanish which Dick pretended not to understand, and was about to rush to her aid, when one of the nearest soldiers actually spoke to them, warning, “One step and you’re dead.” Both men froze, knowing they would be no use to Theresa if they got themselves killed, no matter how much they wanted to just rush headlong into a fight. One of the other soldiers walked over to her and kicked her to check she was unconscious, before confirming, “The bitch is down.” Rictor looked like he was having trouble restraining himself.
It was at that point that Dick noticed the ground had started shaking. It was barely perceptible, but the vibrations seemed to be increasing, and if it continued, then they’d soon have difficulty standing, let alone fighting. As the enemy began voicing cries and shouts of alarm, Dick turned to his still standing teammate, about to suggest something, but was surprised to see that Rictor’s expression had changed from a mix of fury and concern to a somewhat maniacal grin.
“iMadre de dios! My powers are back!” He laughed, apparently having no trouble keeping his balance, and clapped his hands together, causing a greenish blast to shoot out at the feet of the man who'd kicked Theresa. Dick used his training as a circus artist and a vigilante to good effect and made his way slowly to the downed woman, trusting Rictor to cover his back. He crouched down next to her and after checking her vitals to confirm she was still alive, carefully scooped her up into his arms.
“Get her back to base. I’ll make sure you aren’t followed,” Rictor yelled to him, whilst sending yet another soldier crashing to the ground. Dick quickly weighed up his options, and then made his way away from the battle, dodging the occasional soldier or energy blast. He headed west, planning on looping around to the cave. It wouldn’t do to lead them straight to their hideout, or even give them the remotest of clues as to its location.
Before disappearing over the crest of the nearest hill, he glanced back at his friend, and then made a mental note to, when a suitable moment presented itself, find out why the Mexican looked so at home in the middle of the struggle.