It's a Small World
By Michael Moore
to: The authors of the CoH Writer's Guild
Cayo Tay, a.k.a. Heat Flux,
hadn't been to keen on coming to the party. They just weren't his
thing, considering the way he lived. But the comitee member had insisted
on it, so he had come just to see how many other people were actually
heroes. And he was surprised.
He didn't think that there were actually
this many heroes. He knew that there were hundreds, but he had never
actually pictured them all together like they were now. He wouldn't
believe it if he saw every hero in the city in one place. It figured
though, with all the newcomers each day, how couldn't there really
be so many heroes?
"Hey darlin', what's wrong? Do you have a headache,
or is it another psychic?" an actually younger than most looking man
was talking to a beautiful lady with long black hair who was gripping
her head as if in agony. He had a very exagerrated southern accent.
She shook her head and replied, "I don't know what it is. It's, like
a void. I haven't been trying to read minds tonight, but this thing
seems to be pressing on me that I can't. When I tried to return contact,
I don't know. Nothing happened."
"Hmm." Heat Flux said quietly. He
glanced around and noticed other people gripping their heads in a
similar fashion. All of them were psychics, and someone, or something,
was forcing them to retreat back into their own minds. The party goers
stiffened, even those who weren't directly near a psychic heard the
small commotion. That little ripple had killed the gathering like
a tidal wave.
In their pent house overlooking the heroes, Samuel,
Tony, and Travis were all getting nervous. "What's going on down there?
We should get out of here. If this thing wears off, then the psychics
are gonna be checkin' every mind in the building. They'll find us
out!" Sam was getting paranoid. His perfect scheme had just been foiled
by an outside force!
"Cool it, Sammy. I've got some of my best men
providing a psychic bubble around us. No one can read our thoughts."
Tony replied coolly and leaned back slightly into his chair. Just
to prove his point further, he started twiddling his thumbs as if
the world were at peace.
"I trust you, Brother Tony, but I know exactly
why they're quaking down there. My little friend arrived." Travis
said. Tony only shrugged and kept twiddling his thumbs, but Sam looked
like two tons had been lifted off him.
"Thank God. But who did you
get that could do something like that?" Sam asked quietly.
from HELM. You know, the guys that kept the Countess out of that particularly
troublesome lawsuit. The one where that key piece of evidence was
never found, suppossedly because it never existed?" Travis asked slyly.
Sam clapped his forehead. "They did that? But that was something microscopic,
they even gave forensics two months to find the bacterium! How'd they
"That's not important now. What is important is that
we see to our eleven o' clock appointment. Let's give the Remnant
a call, shall we?" Travis replied. Tony was five steps ahead, already
talking on his cell to someone out in the city.
"No need to panic,
people! There's probably someone who lost control of their powers
for a second. Let's just get back to the party." Sky Burn said over
the hush of the crowd. Some people, in particular JD, gave him dirty
looks and mumbled something inaudible.
"Well, that went better than
expected, eh?" Chillblain asked. Sky Burn gave him a cold stare and
joined everyone else in worrying about the psychic disturbance. No
need for for everyone to pay attention to him, right?
remained silent, and an air of discomfort was quickly settling in.
No music played. No one spoke. No one moved. It was abosolute quiet.
Then for some reason, the lights blacked out.
Big Puerto Rico said
exactly what everyone else was thinking. "Horror film classic." Even
though he couldn't see it, he could almost feel the stares of the
others as he broke the 'no talking' rule. He shrugged and replied,
"What? It is. I'd say, be on your guard, 'cause something's about
to go down."
Heroes around the room began igniting their hands if
they had any sort of light producing power. The best perhaps was Tropic,
who was letting off his internal heat slowly, making himself look
like a human glowstick in the process.
Of course, like in all good
plans, there were people who ruined the light. Namely, Reaper, who
powers were thriving in the aboslute dark, and inadvertently consuming
the light nearest him. He was glad that nobody could see his face
when he realized what was going on.
"So, what now?" someone asked.
"We get out of here, we go home. Then we congragate back together
tommorrow to figure out what happened." Cadecus said loud enough for
everyone to hear. He didn't like what was going on here. It reminded
him of the time part of Top Ten had to go into Oranbega, home of the
Circle of Thorns. There was death everywhere, and the place just seemed,
"Go home? I'm afraid that nobody's going home tonight. Unless
you kill me, of course. But, just to humor you, I put up some buffers.
Get past them to get to me." a high pitched voice came from overhead.
The Blasters and Defenders fired, and accidently sent rubble crashing
to the floor. Luckily some heroes had been able to put up force fields
just in time.
Just as suddenly as they had gone off, the lights flickered
back on. But the guests noticed that they weren't in the party building
anymore. It still looked the same from the inside, except with no
windows or doors. Then passages in the walls opened up, and hundreds
of villains poured into the room.
me to never accept another invitation to a party."
The various assorted
villains astounded everyone. There were CoT, Tsoo, Skulls, Trolls,
Hellions, Family, Malta, Crey, and even some Banished zombies. It
was a complete gathering of the city's worst against some of the city's
best. As mentioned before, the best of plans only need one person
to ruin them, as Johnny Cognito offered graciously.
He started the
battle with this terrible sentence, "So, come here often?" After a
huge collective sigh, and a sharp smack on the back of the head to
Johnny, the battle began.
To Be Continued