Ray looked up towards the sky his aviators blocking the suns light, he lifts raised his arms and the energy flowed through causing him to fly he glided through the sky looking down at the citizens he saw them shouting, it was hard to hear what they said but Ray could care less, he was so use to never being noticed and now every one in the streets was watching him. Ray glide over to a Roof Top, noticing a few people around what looked like an exploded trashcan "nothing unusual here" Ray said to himself "just some punks trying to scare people"

Justin turned a corner and walked a bit more. He was whistling a merry tune. Such a happy day....

An explosion not even three blocks away occurred, making a nice echo through the man-made jungle. He turned about and ran towards where he thought the sound was, not really caring what caused it.

"The fuck?" he muttered quietly, he was looking around as if hunting for someone, probably me, knowing my luck,Chris thought standing up with his hat in his hand, he tried to blend into the crowd to see if it was him the armed guy was hunting for.

A flash of white caught James' eye.

"Oi, dickhead!"

He began to push through the crowd, the crowbar in his hand proving quite an effective icon to encourage people to avoid him. Seeing a white cap held in a man's hand, he looked at him, seeing his grey eyes and messy hair.

"You make a habit of blowing stuff up?!"

Ray looked around to see if anything suspicious was going on he see's a man running towards the explosion's "oh god dammit!" Ray yells "its just a garbage can! it's not a big deal a deal" he then notices the crowd looking at him "what?" Ray then turns around a see's a woman wearing a costume. Ray the stands still to avoid making any noise.

"Stray! What the hell is taking so long?!?!"

Ryan started, ramming his head into the shelf above him as the cans he had been holding dropped to the floor and rolled in several directions. He leaned back on his heels, rubbing his head and grimacing.

"Hey, i'm talkin to you! What's taking so bloody long?!?!", Porky yelled at him from the end of the aisle.

Ryan muttered under his breath as he stood up. "Yea, whatever. Sorry." He crouched back down and began to pick up the fallen cans, one of which had rolled underneath the shelf.

"That's sorry sir, ungrateful punk!" The store manager, whom Ryan affectionately referred to as "Porky", began stomping his way down the aisle towards him, face red, eyes wide, breath wheezing. He was a short man, with a fat round body that blended seamlessly with his fat stubby legs. His head appeared to be a series of double-chins and oddly shaped lumps, poorly disguised under a semi-circle of thinning hair. In direct contrast with all this were his arms, which were long and skinny, and gave him a rather chimp-like appearance.

"Now tell me boy, what the hell is taking you so long?" Ryan stood up again and quickly deposited the cans in their proper place on the shelf. "I'm not sure sir." "You're not sure? Not sure?!?! What the hell kind of answer is that?!?!" The face got redder and redder as the short little man shouted up at him. "Well yesterday you told me i was going too fast and not putting things where they were supposed to go. So today I was taking my ti-" he was cut off by a string of cursing and flailing and spitting. "Damnit boy, I've told you so many times! What the hell is wrong with you?!?! You've worked here long enough to understand these things and I..." the rest of the lecture faded into the background as Ryan stood there, trying to look like he was paying attention, while imagining how many different interesting an amusing ways there could be to kill a fat grocery store manager.

A few hours later he opened the door to his apartment and walked in, tossing his backpack onto the floor and slumping down on the couch. What an awful day. He flicked on the tv, and watched the evening news for a few minutes. Same stuff. He got up and walked to the kitchen, picking up his backpack on the way. He unzipped it and pulled out some microwave lasagna, which he had "procured" from the back room of Porky's place. Being able to hide a box of lasagna, a chicken pot pie, two apples and a pack of gum under one shirt sleeve made it pretty easy to steal things.

The first time Ryan had been aware of his "special attribute" was a about 6 months ago when he had fallen strait through a wobbly park bench. Since then he had experimented with it, and found to his delight the many uses it had. He could carry heavy objects, walk through doors, set the remote on top of the tv without getting up, and change his cloths without even having to bend a finger. It hadn't made him any real money yet though, but he was working on that.

The microwave beeped. He went and got it, then sat down at the tv again to eat. Just as an interesting story about a so-called "supergirl" came on, there was a rumbling BOOM that shook the building. The tv cut off, and the plate slipped through his fingers, dumping the hot lasagna pan onto his lap. He jumped up by instinct, cursing and muttering to himself. "Dang, gotta get a hold on that sooner or later." He picked up the thankfully un-spilled dinner and placed it on the table, then grabbed his hoodie and exited the apartment to go see what was all the ruckus.

"_Dickhead? Well I work in demolition so yeah I do," he smirked at the pissed off guy, "what the hell you on about anyway?" Chris asks trying to act innocent.

Blair arrived on the scene in a matter of seconds.

"What happened here?"

After a few more minutes of looking she came upon two men who seemed to be arguing.

"Do you two men know what happened here?"

She was still leaping between, looking into the crowds of people and searching them. Such a description was hard to pick out from so many people though, being so vague. But when one man with a crowbar made himself very known she instinctively went after him. Or she would had she not seen his opponent, the very description of the man she was looking for. She'd wait for them to be on the edge of fighting before leaping in. Makes it all the more impressive.

James poked the man hard in the chest with his crowbar, that smirk was really getting to him.

"Keep that smile up and you won't have any teeth left mate, and don't try and feed me that crap. I saw what happened back there with that bin. I was having a pretty good day till your little stunt knocked me on my arse."

He felt a faint rush of air brush across him.

"Do you two men know what happened here?"

He turned his head to one side, looking at the girl who seemed to have suddenly appeared from nowhere.

"Yeah, this guy just blew up a building site down the street."

"I blew up a bin actually," Chris groans, "and poke me again with that bar and you'll get your hand blown off," he growls at the man.

He looks at the new girl on the scene, "yeah I made a mistake and now this guy wants to kill me basically...who are you anyway?" he asks, just clicking that she'd pretty much just popped up.

Ray was flying over head the two men and the lady, carefully listened to there every word, he thought it was quite funny, Ray soon burst out laughing, they could all hear him.

"Might have been the bin that exploded, but it sure as hell took a lot along with it."

He poked the man again adding a little jolt to the crowbar.

"I'll poke you as much as I want until you get it through your thick skull that you can't go doing things like that, you'll give us all a bad name."

"hey asshole!" Ray yelled down at the man with the crowbar "drop the weapon!" Ray still hovering above the crowd.

He grabbed the crowbar in one hand, the metal around his hand flickered blue with energy. "You really think I want to give us a bad name," he growls, "I'm pretty sure it'll get put down as a terrorist attack eventually, but starting a scene in the middle of a crowd?" he shook his head, "that's just a bad idea," he looked up at the man shouting, but swiftly turned his attention back to the crowbar guy, "all I want to do is live out my life in peace, that shit wasn't meant, if I wanted to do it, it would've been a fuck lot bigger," he all but spat at him.

James wrenched the crowbar away from the man.

"Terrorist attack, huh? You remember what happened two years ago? An entire city got wiped out. If the authorities even get a hint that something like that could happen again, then we are done for."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in exasperation.

"Christ, just when I thought I'd found a sane place I could live."

He looked back at the other man.

"Alright, fine. But let's try and get genius up there to get out of sight before even more people catch him on their mobile phones."

"I'm Blair VanDerwood." Blair introduced herself but the two men seemed to be too absorbed in their conversation.

Ok then..

"So... you blew it up. That is very cool."

Ray slowly glides to the ground "whats going on?" Ray asked the group of people as they curiously stair at him as the black aura surrounds his body.

Justin ran up to a group of a half-dozen or so people. He stopped next to a girl and observed what everyone was doing.

"What's going on?"

"ummmm, i was trying to figure that one out" Rays answers, the black aura continues to glow strong

Looking at the two new arrivals Blair pointed at Chris.

"He blew up a bin."

"Are you shitting me?!" Ray yells at Blair "all this trouble over a bin!?!"

Justin cocked his right eyebrow, turning his head towards the woman.

"He blew up.... a bin? Did he want to trash the place, or something?"

No one even chuckled at his joke. Tough crowd.

Ray turned away from the crowd "whats the big deal anyway?, your acting like some one blew up a building" the energy shoots through him as he prepares to fly away.

"Give me your wallet, or I blow your head off" said the voice.

Alexander "Ironhand" Irons turned around to look at the gun wielding man who had come up behind him in the alley.

"No" Alexander said. "I don't think I'll be doing that today."

The man grinned and fired, Alexander could see the bullet speeding towards him. With his incredible reflexes, he swung his hand towards the bullet, hitting it into the assailant's knee. The man went down clutching his knee yelling. Alexander charged towards him and with a mighty punch with his metal fist, he sent the man into a wall.

"Punk" Alexander muttered. Suddenly, he heard an explosion, running at towards the sound, he say a group of people who looked like they were arguing. "What the hell just happened?" Alexander asked.

James watched the man fly away, groaning as he did so.

I don't think some people get the trouble we could be getting ourselves into.

He raised his voice feebly.

"Anyone else think we should get off the street?"

Ray flew above the city and landed in the middle of a busy side walk, the people stared at him "what the hell are you staring at he" he yelled at the crowd. the crowd surrounded him, a man emerged from the crowd wearing a business suit "are you some kind of superhero?" the man asked, Ray faced the man and let an aura charge through his body "are you some kind of asshole?!" Ray shouted at the man, Ray thought about his minions being at his side, and they soon were surrounding him. Ray delivers an uppercut to he man in the business suit and watches as the man collapses to the ground, then retreats into a nearby alley and opens up the back door to his friends hardware store. "good evening Dan", the tall muscular man behind the counter turns toward Ray "well if it ain't the new hero in town, what could i do for you today?", ray glance's at Dan an mutters "the usual" Dan reaches behind the counter and pulls out a makeshift explosive "i added some new parts, particularly some napalm once this thing goes off, there's going to be a bunch of burnt corpse's"
"thanks Dan, i appreciate it"
"wait, what are you going to use this one for?"
"im going to blow up that drug lab i worked at, you know get even for the assassination attempts" Ray clenched the explosive, he knew how it worked, place it on the ground hit the button and he would have 1 minute to get as far away as possible before it went off.

She was up and about earlier than usual, still adjusting to the jet lag. Amy had moved to her new apartment in this city only three days ago, her room still littered with bulging boxes. Today was her first day to explore, gather her bearings, and enjoy a connection with a new and foreign city. Heaving a contented but tired sigh, Amy strode down the street, a small black purse slung over one shoulder, both hands gripping plastic bags brimming with the bare essentials- bread, peanut butter, and the like.

The streets seemed mildly confusing, and having left her map at her apartment, she was left with only backwards memories to guide her home, which were hard enough to make sense of, having focused her eyes on the architecture and people that lined streets and crowded sidewalks. Feeling a mild sense of defeat, she stopped, and glanced to her left.

A long and slender alleyway stretched away from her, with enough girth for only two or so people to walk side by side. Was this the way I had come? It was dark, shadowed by the colossus buildings on either side. It was mildly familiar... Maybe she had passed it before? Gripping her bags a little more tightly, she turned down the alley.

She didn't realize her mistake until she was a third of the way through the long corridor. A shadow appeared at the end of the alley, a shadow against the light at the end of the tunnel. His body was tall, bulging, and hunched, clothed in baggy sweats. Feeling very small, Amy turned around.

A second man, shorter and leaner, was close behind, his hoodie masking his eyes and leaving only a grimacing mouth. Amy backed away- he walked faster, and in no time was running like a lion seizing its prey. Cornered, she backed against a wall of the alley, feeling her hands and feet run cold with fear, her heart racing to pump blood back into them. As she flattened herself against the cool brick, the smaller man stepped closer, and her plastic bags and purse fell to the ground.

"Y-You can take my money- there- take it!" The man didn't seem interested. Only then did she noticed the gun-shaped indent in his sweatshirt.

Time slowed. Both men crept toward her steadily, knowing they were victorious. At that moment, a loud explosion resonated from the end of the alleyway. All three heads turned to look- until Amy turned the opposite way to run. Her second mistake. The shorter man, surprisingly strong, grabbed her arm and wrenched her backward. She yelped, feeling his touch burn- but... he was wearing gloves? She smelt something odd, something like... burning flesh.

She turned to look, blue eyes widening in fright. His glove was smoking, burning around his palm. It quickly burnt away, searing the skin underneath. His face registered shock, then the pain, and he pulled away with an agonizing scream. Amy stood still, staring at her hands.

Not again... Not again...!

Her skin began to glow, her insides writhing and burning as though she bore a sun inside of her. She sank against the wall, sitting down with her forehead on her knees, pulling her legs close together with her arms. She rocked back and forth as the light continued to brighten, quickly flooding the alley with a light that mimicked the sun itself overhead. Her body screamed, tortured by both the frigid air outside, and the fiery heat beneath her skin. A tear drifting down her face, before evaporating.

Aqualung:

Hmm..

Alexander watched the man fly away, then turned to the group. "Seriously, what the hell is going on here?"

It had been a few weeks since Alexander had woken up with his new powers, he had mainly confined himself to beating down local street toughs and gangsters, to try and cut down some of the crime that the city had suffered recently. Now it seemed that there were more people with powers.

"This could be interesting" Alexander thought.

Ryan trotted down the street in the direction he had heard the explosion. He normally wouldn't leave his apartment for anything, too much work. But this was different, this was something possibly exciting, which would be a welcome change from his boring routine. Maybe there would be bodies, and wreckage, or maybe a shootout. By now he ws confident enough in his new abilities to help him escape most kinds of trouble.

As he passed an alleyway to his right, something caught his eye and made him stop. He looked for a moment then quickly ducked behind the wall. Two punks were converging on a fairly attractive young woman, which usually meant only bad things. His mind raced. He cold probably take them both out. No, he definitely could. But what of the risk? Would he really be willing to die for some random chick? Would he?

Ah fuck it.

He burst from around the corner in a dead run, one hand reaching for the trashcan to his left, one hand forming a small blob out of the rock in his pocket, and two holes already made in the soles of his shoes to give him contact with the ground. His valiant charge was cut short, however, by a sudden burst of light that looked light an exploding sun. He stopped and fell back onto the ground, his arm over his face. "HOLY SHIT!"

His eyes clenched close, he felt his way towards the wall. He could hear the two men yelling, and the girl crying. He reached the wall and laid a hand on it. The individual bricks each turned to mush and parted, making a small gooey hole, which he slipped through just as his jacket began to sizzle.

These people had all lost the plot. They weren't sure what had happened, which meant that anything was about to. So Catherine drew attention to herself was a loud burst of fire from one hand, a flamer to her, and began to speak. "Right. There's nothing to see here guys. I think we can all move along now." In truth, she'd noticed the supers among the crowd, most notably the one whom she had originally gone after, and had begun to fear for innocent lives.

A few of the people did dissipate, annoyed from the lack of fighting or the overuse of fighting talk, though some continued to mill about.

She descended to ground level and went to the few who started the fight. She wanted to shout at them, knowing they'd deserved it for such idiocy in a city. It's like they'd never heard of subtlety. Well, she was running around as the citywide saviour now so that hardly helped her point. But she used to be subtle. "Can we just... I don't know... Not try to kill each other over a bin exploding? The only reason I'm here right now is to ask a guy some questions and then it turns out you're all trying to kill each other over one miniature explosion! It makes my job a lot harder you know, when others like you start running around. Do you know how much it takes to try when you guys are working against me consistently?"

Some of the people looked around, probably trying to find a suitable response. Well there wasn't one.

"So yes. I do think you should go off in your own directions now."

More people cut away and left the scene, leaving only the group of supers. She'd seen the argument, but not understood how. She guessed power corruption. She tilted her head on one side and sighed. "So, what are you waiting for? Get going. Run off. Scarper."