After Kada and Xard had dropped off his things at the apartment, the four Fiends headed out to dinner, as a more proper welcome. It was quite late in the evening, and most of the shops had closed, but there were a few flickering lights every couple of buildings; mostly neon sign advertisements or indicating what was still open. The new recruit had to wonder where they were taking him, since it was a part of town he had never visited.
They eventually reached a restaurant where all the curtains were drawn, and the sign on the door was set to ‘closed’. However, an old woman that was standing outside opened the door when she saw the group approaching. She greeted them with a bow and ushered them inside. “Wow, did you guys actually reserve the whole place?” Xard asked, a little impressed. It would make sense if they were wanting to keep a low profile, but didn’t think them the type to be so frivolous with money.
“Pssh, you think we’d actually do that?” Phon scoffed. “It’s your welcoming and all, but we aren’t that generous. We actually, by complete happenstance, came to this place when it was being robbed. Kada beat the living zjik out of the robbers, so now they give us free food whenever we visit.” The old lady led them to an already prepared table where appetizers and drinks were waiting. Since the lights were off, the entire restaurant was candle lit, riddling it with ambience.
After they sat down, The Vixen continued, “We called ahead to let them know that we were coming, so they could make it look like the restaurant was closed. Everything is essentially on the house, so order whatever you like. Really, it comes down to how much you’re willing to take advantage of a sweet old couple’s hospitality. I personally have no problem with it,” she proved immediately, ordering one of the most expensive sounding things on the menu.
Xard carefully looked the menu over and noticed that there were no prices on it. He then glanced over at the main counter, and saw a completely different menu posted above. Kada seemed to notice him staring and commented, “Oh that. This is normally a combo-based restaurant, but they make special orders for us. The menu is what they can make with whatever ingredients they have on hand.”
The young man felt that even if they did save them from robbers, it all seemed a bit too much. They had likely lost more on the free food than the robbers would have taken. His mind was swirling with doubt until the old man of the couple walked over, and thanked them for all the work they had done. Apparently, the Fiends had been there several times after the initial incident and helped put in work around the shop.
Xard took a good look around. The walls had recently been repainted, broken furniture had marks of repair, and there was fresh exotic foliage blooming in pots around the room which could only have come from Drim. There were several other small things he noticed that would be difficult for the old couple to do on their own, and guessed the three of them must be responsible. The old man even went as far as to say how the story of the robbery and the tune-ups were driving in new customers, and that they were thriving more than ever before.
Jeez if you look at these people they seem like minions of chaos, but deep down they’re just a bunch of softies. Well maybe not Phon, the redhead was now free of guilt as he looked over the menu. He definitely wasn’t going to order anything sugary, watching the interactions between the group was already sweet enough to make his teeth ache. Eventually, the boy ended up ordering some form of fried fish stuffed with various fruits and cheese. He wasn’t entirely sure what the food was when he shoved it into his mouth, but it was certainly delicious.
After they finished their meals, the group sat around and chatted as the candles kept burning lower. They talked about everything that had happened at the school and other random topics as Xard mostly just listened. It was a nice feeling having company again. He hadn’t wanted to admit how lonely he felt since Warig’s death, but now that he was surrounded again, he realized just how much he missed it.
It wasn’t until the candles were almost entirely gone that Phon asked him, “So Xard, is there anything you want to do? I mean, like any big dreams you want to accomplish, any crimes you want to commit, any castles you want to storm? Y’know, that kind of thing. We can make just about anything happen, we’re quite resourceful.”
Xard didn’t respond right away, since nothing instantly popped into his mind. He fiddled with the straw in his drink, clinking the ice around as he thought about it. “I… I want to save someone,” the boy meekly, unsure how the others would respond. It looked like Phon wanted to make a remark, so he felt the need to clarify. “I mean, I know that I’ve helped people with the actions I’ve taken. But so far I’ve only ever hurt people in the process. I want to save someone in a way that prevents anyone from getting hurt. I want to know that I did something good, without any second doubts.”
“So, you want to be a hero… I understand that.” To everyone's surprise it was Drim behind that statement. “When I was a kid, I loved superheroes, and always wanted to be one. Even after I became a Fiend, I still strived in that direction. You should have seen some of my original costume ideas… Anyways, I quickly found out that even if you only do good things, people won’t always look at you with expressions of awe or thanks. There will be just as many who glare at you with fear or disgust.”
“That’s a good part of the reason why I changed my outfits to wear mostly black, that, and I think it looks cool. I felt it gave off a better impression of what people should expect when they see me. Someone who is capable, but not a savior. Don’t let that get you down, though. Saving someone is one of the best feelings you can have in this world. Even if that person spits in your face in return. Basically, what I’m trying to get across is it’s a noble dream, but don’t be expecting a parade when you accomplish it.”
When they got back to the apartment, Xard laid awake for a long time in his much smaller bed than he was used to. He thought a lot about what Drim had said, what it meant to be a Fiend, what it meant to be good or evil, and what it meant to be one of this group.
The next morning, Kada helped him unpacked his belongings. Even though he had the room to himself, he still had to share the dresser space with the woman. To his surprise, she had even less clothing than he did. So they were able to divide up the drawers without too much hassle. As he started putting clothes away, he noticed he was still wearing his gloves, now battered and torn, the pointer finger completely ripped off on his right hand.
He thought for a moment that he would need to replace them. Wait, is there even a point to that anymore? the boy wondered. After a few seconds of pondering, he took them off, and tossed them in the trash can. It felt relieving as he stared at the back of his hands that he had tried so hard to hide, like a great burden was lifted.
“So, where’s your combat outfit?” Kada asked suddenly. She had been organizing her own clothes until now, so he hadn’t really been paying much attention to her. It seemed she had inspected all of his garments in the meantime. He really didn’t get what she was asking him either.
“Uhh, combat outfit?” Xard couldn’t hide his confusion. The look that grew on Kada’s face left him bewildered. Her expression made it seem like he’d just kicked a puppy or something. The young man began wondering if he had missed out on some important facet of being a Fiend.
Kada grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him out into the living room. Drim looked up from his tablet to see what the fuss was about just before the woman loudly declared, “Oi! This man doesn’t even have a combat outfit!”
Phon suddenly raced in from the kitchen, still holding a spatula and a frying pan with something sizzling in it. Both siblings mimicked Kada’s earlier face perfectly, which bewildered the out-of-the-loop man even more.
“What?! You can’t be in the For Hires and not have a combat outfit!” The Vixen pointed her spatula at him and wagged it with disapproval.
“I… don’t even know what that is…” Xard said sheepishly; still not knowing if it was something important he had overlooked. On that cue, Kada and Drim ran into the two bedrooms, and Phon into the bathroom. In literally less than ten seconds later all three of them dashed back out in new clothes, grouped up together, and did poses as if they were part of superhero squad.
What the zjik did I sign up for? sped through the underdressed man’s head for a second as he stared at them with his mouth slightly agape. He recognized the Drazahs’ outfits. It was what they had worn in every video. Xard had found it a bit strange that they had worn the same thing each time, but it made sense now. He had never seen Kada’s outfit before, but after one glance he wished it had stayed that way.
“Okay, so they’re special clothes you wear when doing jobs. I get that now,” the redhead was annoyed that he had been so worried over it. “So why can’t I just wear regular clothes for my combat outfit?”
All three of them shook their heads in unison, which pissed him off a little. Drim followed up with, “There are actually a few reasons. First, these outfits are designed for high intensity activities and dangerous situations. They’re more durable than regular clothing, and in your case especially, they definitely need to be. Also, these outfits are meant to be iconic, so people recognize us as soon as they see them. Inversely, it makes it easier to walk around when wearing normal clothes, since people will be looking for those outfits.”
“Makes sense I guess,” the new-hire accepted, figuring he may as well go along with it. He didn’t want to feel left out of the group after all. “I don’t really know where to begin, though. I’m not sure what would suit me, or rather my For Hire persona. I’ll say it right now, though, I refuse to be color coordinated like the rest of you!” Xard couldn’t help but gawk at their color choices. It would be fine if it was just one of them, but the fact that all three of them blatantly went along with it made him never even want to entertain the idea.
“Whatever, that’s fine,” Phon shrugged. “Do what you want, but we definitely need to figure out something… Guess it’s time for a shopping trip!”
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The four Fiends sat on a bus headed to a nearby city. The three others had changed back to casual clothes, and Xard was wearing a simple gray long-sleeved shirt and faded jeans for now. They were sitting near the back of the transit in the hopes that they could lessen attention, but it didn’t really stop passengers from constantly glancing back at them. The redhead wasn’t particularly fond of the attention, tired of people staring at him. From the time after Warig’s death, to the incident in the school’s courtyard, he had been the center of quite an overabundance.
Guess there’s no peaceful life with this bunch, the trainee thought to himself as he stared out the window, trying to distract from the gazes. There had been several clear attempts from passengers to make calls about the four of them, but Phon was using an app on her phone that jammed cellular signals within a certain range. The Fiends’ phones still worked of course. Xard had to admit that knowing them had benefits. The technology in the phone they’d given him surpassed anything he’d ever come across in his entire life.
They continued riding the bus for about an hour. Truthfully, they could probably find all the same items in Constead, but the Drazahs felt they had been too active there recently. The new-hire didn’t mind. He had almost never left his hometown except on rare occasions. It felt good to be going somewhere different for a change.
During the trip, the four of them had engaged in random idle chatter. Xard hadn’t spoken much but chimed in where he felt necessary. However, for the past several minutes the two Drazah siblings had been whispering amongst themselves while sending the occasional glance towards him and Kada. The excluded pair exchanged their own look, concerned over what was going to happen next.
Their concern was not unfounded. Moments later, Phon pulled the stop cord, and the four Fiends found themselves lages away from civilization staring at an open field. “Why the hell did we stop here?!” Kada yelled while flinging her arms up in the air in protest.
“Training,” was all Drim mumbled.
“Training?! Ugh, why is it always training with you? We train too much! Whenever we have a day off from doing jobs you always make us train in some bizarre way. Have you never heard of relaxation?!” Kada whined and continued to do so, but the rest of it was incoherent.
Xard wondered why they ever trained at all to begin with. A Fiend can kill a hundred people in less than ten minutes with a single finger. What is there left to train for?
Drim entirely ignored Kada’s continuous complaints and pressed on. “Today’s training will be two parts. We are about three lages from the city, so the first part will be a race. It’s a clear shot across this field. The winner will be whoever reaches the city limits first. As an incentive, I will buy the winner something nice to eat when we get to the mall. The losers will get something as well, but it will be lesser in scale compared to the order they finish. Oh, and no Curse usage allowed by the way.”
Even though there was an adequate reward on the line, it still seemed as if Kada wanted to comment, raising her finger and opening her mouth in preparation. Drim ignored her again but still seemed to address her concern. “I’m sure you’re wondering why we need to practice something so simple as running with our advanced physique. While our strength and reflexes are certainly enhanced to godlike proportions, our inherent speed is not.”
“That doesn't mean that we can’t achieve such speeds, though. With our added strength, reflexes, and proper technique we can reach a consistent pace of around 50 lages per hour—probably more if someone works very hard at honing it. It has to do with how hard you push off from the ground, and how fast you can move your legs forward to push off again. You need to be careful you do not push too hard, however, as that could damage the ground and cause accidents in the process. It also helps to try to spread the pressure through the entirety of your foot. I’ll give a brief demonstration.”
Drim lowered his center of gravity, but didn’t take a full runner’s stance. He moved his left leg forward a bit, and extended his right leg as far back as possible. In a flash he was gone, now several feet ahead of where he started. As he ran, when he finished pushing off from one foot, the next foot was already in position to kick off again. However, he didn’t do so instantly, he would wait for just before his momentum dropped before hitting the ground. Watching him sprint, it seemed more like he was gliding across the grass rather than running, moving at least a good ten feet with each step.
In the span of a minute, he seemed ridiculously far away from the observers back at the starting line. Xard couldn’t help but admit that he was impressed, and felt there was no way he could do that without practice, even with his power-up. Drim ran a little farther before dropping to a slide. Phon teleported him mid-maneuver. a little bit behind the group, so he ended up right next to them when the slide was completed. The new guy suddenly understood an earlier warning from Kada about how one of their bosses liked to randomly act cool.
The Slayer stood up and straightened himself out before wrapping up his point/ “So there you have it. With enough practice, you should be able to run that fast as well. It may seem a bit excessive against humans, but I’m sure you can imagine its usefulness if you were trying to run beside or catch an animal, monster, or even a car. So, we’re going to get right to it. The first thing I want you to do is kick off from the ground as hard as you can so you can get a feel for your power. Then from there, it should be a bit easier to scale it back to a manageable amount.”
Both Kada and Xard readied themselves. Drim waved, signaling them to start, and they both slammed their weight down as instructed. Xard pushed with his right leg, which immediately sunk right into the dirt. What the...?! Did it rain here recently or something? he struggled to pull his foot out of the mushy ground.
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Kada on the other hand must have been on firmer ground, and she kicked off with both feet instead of just one. It sent her flying into the air, followed by immediately falling down and skidding across the ground on her face. Once she stopped moving, she sat up, rubbed away the grime, then screamed, “Ahh! Why does the embarrassing stuff always happen to me! Also, why isn’t Phon participating?!”
The woman in question, who had been standing there idly the whole time with a crooked smile on her face like she’d been enjoying the show, suddenly lurched to attention when her name was mentioned. Phon looked away to avoid eye contact and muttered, “Oh, uhh, I’ve been a Fiend for a long time ,so this stuff is too basic for me. Definitely not something I need to waste my time doing, yeah.”
Drim just stared at her with annoyed eyes and sternly ordered, “You’re participating too, Phon. In both this little practice and the race. So go ahead and show the others what ‘someone who's been a Fiend for a long time’ can do.”
Both rookies watched gleefully, knowing that she could never refuse a request, or rather in this case an order, from her brother. The Vixen grimaced and strained her neck, giving her head an annoyed sway before finally pushing off as demanded. “Wait, is that your full power?” Kada snickered after they saw Phon move barely more than a grade-schooler would while skipping.
“Pssh! No!,” Phon exclaimed. “I’m just saving my energy for the race is all.” Xard suddenly felt much better about his chances. After seeing Drim, he felt he had no chance in hell at winning, but seeing his sister gave him hope that he at least wouldn’t come in last place. After a few more attempts at balancing their power, they were all lined up in stances ready to race.
Drim gave a countdown, waved his arm, and they all took off sprinting. The Slayer was the clear frontrunner, speeding along much faster than the others. He reached the city limits in no time, securing first place with ease. Kada was second, reaching the end a few minutes after. Xard was third, only a few seconds behind Kada. The three of them waited at the finish noticeably far too long before Phon finally crept up to the end as she panted wildly and collapsed to the ground when she reached them.
Her brother walked over and stared down at her with empty eyes. “I’m very disappointed in you. That was quite a shameful display for someone who claims to be my sister. It makes me wonder if we’re even related at all.” Without even waiting for a response from her, he looked away and walked off to go scout out the city. Phon raised a hand after him with a look like she was going to start bawling, but didn’t manage to say anything.
“Cosdamn, I didn’t think Drim could be so cruel. He really hit her where it hurts. And I’d never guess Phon could make such a pitiful expression,” Xard whispered to Kada.
“Nah, I think that was actually the best thing he could have done,” the girl smirked in approval. “He knows he’s the only one who can get her to improve. After this, I’m guessing she’ll train nonstop so that she’ll never hear his disapproval again. She totally has a certified brother obsession after all.”
Xard took another look at Phon whose expression had changed wildly. Her eyes were beaming with determination while she clutched at the grass with vigor. She then seemed to notice the other two staring at her and yelled, “Stop gawking! I teleport basically everywhere so I don’t get much cardio, okay!” After a short while, Drim returned with drinks for everyone. They rested on the grass for a while so that they, mostly Phon, could recuperate. After the break was over, their leader began informing them of what their next event would entail.
“The next bit will also be a race, but it’ll be vastly different. We’re headed to the mall which is at the far north side of the city, almost exactly opposite of where we are now. And that will be the goal. Curses are allowed. In fact, they’re highly encouraged. Do whatever it takes to get there as fast as you can. We’re also going to add on another layer of complexity to this. Phon won’t be participating since her Curse would basically make her win instantly.”
“Instead, she’s going to be teleporting the rest of us at random intervals to various parts of the city. This is to help us work on our situational awareness and response. It will also help with getting used to being teleported while in action, which is a very important dynamic for us working well together as a team. Even I’m not completely used to it myself. That’s why I’m participating too. After you’re teleported, your orientation will likely be thrown off. Just remember that the sun sets in the west and you should be fine. I guess you can also use the compass in your phone if you suck at it and need the extra help.”
After a few more explanations and answered questions, the three contestants were readying themselves. Phon had already wrapped her ribbon around her eyes and warped to some unknown location. Xard wasn’t really sure what he should be doing to prepare while he watched Drim doing weird stretches.
Suddenly, Kada rushed over beside him, and she wrapped her arm around his shoulders. “You see that nice little patch of grass over there,” the girl pointed to an obscure spot in the field. “I’m gonna go throw up over there. I suggest you find yourself a nice little patch of grass and do the same.”
Xard was extremely weirded out as he looked on while the woman enacted her aforementioned plan. He didn’t really want to watch, but the boy was so caught up in trying to figure out the reasoning behind it that he couldn’t look away. After a while, Drim gave a warning that it was about to start, and then suddenly vanished without warning. Kada then disappeared second later.
Fear suddenly engulfed the last Fiend. He had been teleported by Phon before at the school, but he was so pumped up on adrenaline then that he didn’t really notice it. The boy stared at the ground, bracing himself since he didn’t really know what to expect. Suddenly, the spot by his feet, where he’d fixed his gaze, disappeared, and it was replaced with a new spot on the ground, dozens of stories down. Xard felt a new crash of emotions, gazing at the city below from the edge of a skyscraper.
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Phon laid back in a booth at a vacant bar. It wasn’t close to the venue’s opening time, so there was no one around. She had used her Curse to easily circumvent the locked doors, or rather, didn’t even take the time to check if they were locked to begin with. The bar was near the center of the city, so it made it for an ideal location. Even though her body was present, it was being used for little more than a radar as she laid in a meditative state.
Phonscience was using the radar to view a complete 3d model display of the entire city. She set her main body to only focus on the auras of the three Fiends, represented by solid pieces. The rest of the city’s inhabitants were made up of a sort of mist where there were high concentrations, and they were basically invisible to her where people were scarce.
Wanting a relaxing atmosphere after the ordeal with the first race, Phonscience turned the space around her into a beach with gentle rolling waves. There was a calm breeze and the peaceful sounds of the ocean. Since it was just imaginary, and she didn’t really care about tact, she summoned a large recliner right in the middle of the sand and plopped down into it. The phony woman also made a drink appear and took a few sips, followed by a few deep breaths. None of this would help her physical fatigue, but it helped her mind unwind so that she could focus on the task at hand.
Such measures were also essential since the last few days had been particularly stressful. The incident at Xard’s school hadn’t been awful, but during the days leading up to it, they had gotten several fake jobs. Each of them was set within Constead’s city limits, but every time she or Drim went to the location, no one was there. Phon would always scour the area with her vision, but no one matching the requester’s description would be around. She would also double check the locations her brother went to after he reported the same thing.
There seemed to be no common element between the job postings other than that they were set in Constead. The poster, time of posting, and the nature of the request were always quite different. However, at each location, she had noticed a recurring aura. It was always too far for her vision to clearly make out, but it was definitely the same one each time.
It was quite possibly just a coincidence—potentially a busy delivery person moving all over the city, maybe some cab driver that worked long shifts. Still, it made her feel uneasy. If there was a quiet day in the future, The Vixen might try to investigate further. Her scan of their current location showed that the same aura was not present, so at least that person wasn’t a complete stalker, and she didn’t have to worry about something entirely unrelated to her current task.
Phon let the wandering thoughts shift to the back of her mind and refocused on what she needed to do. She moved the display of the city onto a floating table, and had it hover above her lap. The imaginary woman then chugged the rest of her drink, made the glass vanish, and summoned three floating screens; each one zoomed in and focused on a different one of her companions. She picked up all three of their pieces and placed them each on top of a different skyscraper.
On her monitors, all three Fiends were instantly transported to where she placed them. The Vixen purposefully put them right next to the edge, hoping for the best reactions. Drim only raised his eyebrow slightly, but the other two’s reactions were golden. Xard looked like he was about to leap out of his skin, and Kada instantly fell on her butt and scooted back farther onto the roof.
She knew her brother would be the first to act, so she decided to focus more attention on him for now, widening his screen while shrinking the others. Drim didn’t disappoint her and began his run right away. He backed up a few steps, then dashed right off the edge of the building. Just as he was about to start dropping, he shot a black vine out of his arm across the skyline.
It wrapped around a pole on a nearby rooftop. He then made the vine reel itself around the anchor point while the end vanished—a trick he’d done before, and it pulled him to the next building. Phonscience watched for a while as he repeatedly soared from roof to roof. “I should have guessed he’d do something like this,” She then had Drim’s monitor flip upside down to look beneath him. The people below were all completely oblivious to his existence.
“Guess we should do something about that,” Phon moved the monitor near the ground, looking for a good spot. She found a crowded part of the city and moved Drim’s piece on top of a mail deposit box. “Let’s see how you deal with this,” the puppeteer grinned. The Slayer crouched in response to suddenly appearing on the mailbox in an attempt to reduce his visibility, but it didn’t seem to help much. Eyes from all over were quickly turning to look at his sudden appearance.
Without hesitation, a flurry of green petals shot out from Drim and started flying around him, creating a twister of distraction. After a few seconds, the petals settled to the ground, before disappearing completely. The crowd of people seemed to all blink in unison, as if they were wondering if their minds were just playing tricks on them, and if that person had ever actually been there at all. Even Phonscience with her advanced tracking struggled to follow him. His petals gave off the same aura as his body, making it near impossible to detect him that way.
Luckily, Phonscience could rely on the piece on the board to know his exact whereabouts. He was back to darting across the rooftops, the citizens below none the wiser. “Y’know, he’d really make a good assassin…” his sister shuddered at the thought. He may be the only person in the world that could get the jump on her if he ever had a reason. She moved her hand to grab his piece again while thinking of where to place him next.
His piece had been hard enough to grab on its own, since it had been moving at a high speed, but this time when she went to grab it, just before her fingers touched, it changed direction and darted away. What the?! Phonscience was baffled. She looked at the monitor and Drim seemed to be moving normally. Believing it to have just been a fluke, or that the man was dodging something he saw suddenly, she reached again. Just like before, his piece dodged her grasp.
“What the mawhg?! Can he see my hand or something?!” The Vixen shouted. She kept trying to grab it, but it kept slipping right through her fingers. There’s no one else that can sense auras like I can, I’m pretty sure. I wonder if it has to do with ‘that’ little quirk of his, Phonscience pondered. If that’s the case, I wonder what he feels from me. I’m guessing the reason he’s doing this is to help me train as well. That’s just like him—certainly this is the most difficulty I’ve ever had using my Curse.
The woman was eventually able to catch Drim again using both of her hands. Once she was able to do so reliably, she decided to move on to Kada. Phon had been observing Kada’s aura the entire time, as well as keeping a slight glimpse of her monitor out of the corner of her eye. It had taken a bit for the tanned woman to work up enough nerve to jump off the roof. After she’d leapt off the building, she’d done a few flips, then dove straight into the ground, resurfacing a ways away.
At that moment, Phonscience had made a sign board with ‘7.5’ appear on it and held it up as if she was the judge at an event. Kada had also chosen to dive off the side of the building with the most potential spectators. The observer wasn’t sure if she was being bold and doing it on purpose, or if she was just oblivious to the consequences of her actions. Currently, the woman was running with her arm held straight out in front of her, melting everything in her path and then resolidified it after she passed through.
She was making a beeline right for the mall while yelling at the top of her lungs. Phonscience assumed that it was to act as a warning for anyone ahead of her to get out of her way, but she couldn’t stop herself from sighing. “That girl does not have a subtle bone in her body, does she…?” Whenever she moved the woman’s piece, Kada would pause, refind her heading, and resume her mad dash while yelling nonsense at everyone in her path. She was definitely much easier to manage than Drim, but still needed to be watched since she could cover a lot of ground quite quickly.
Xard was the only one left. Now that Phonscience had a handle on moving the other two around, she maximized the newbie’s monitor. He was still on top of the roof where she’d left him, and hadn’t seemed to have made much progress. However, the man had taken his shoes and socks off, but still didn’t seem any closer to taking that first step. Phon waited until he was fully leaning over the edge and staring at the ground, teleported just a few inches behind him on the roof, shouted “Boo!” while tapping him on the shoulder, then teleported right back to her spot at the bar.
That startled Xard just enough to lose his balance and start plummeting towards the ground. Phonscience wasn’t really sure what he was going to do, but watched in excited anticipation, not wanting to miss a second. After a couple moments of inconsolable panicking, the boy managed to calm himself down and straighten out his body so his feet were pointing right at the ground. He hit the asphalt hard, but there was no thud, no satisfying splat, which dashed the observer’s expectations, but she was still a bit proud that the Fiend she’d recruited hadn’t gotten himself killed on his very first day.
Suddenly, a large burst of energy popped out of Xard’s head and up into the air. “Ahh, I see, that was his plan,” Phon surmised. “He needs to work on that, though, or he’s going to go bald very quickly.” The shedding man seemed to have reached the same conclusion soon after, as he lurched when he saw the many strands of crimson hair falling around him. After he recomposed himself, he finally took off running in the direction of the mall, far behind the others, even with The Vixen’s meddling.
Once he picked up a decent amount of speed, Phonscience began moving his piece around. He seemed to handle the first few transitions decently enough, but after the fifth one, he stopped completely and puffed up his face. She understood that look, and teleported him to a back alley out of courtesy, where he immediately began vomiting. “Should have listened to Kada’s warning, shouldn't ya?” the voyeur huffed in amusement.
Once he was done puking, Xard resumed his almost pitiful dash towards the mall. “Run as fast as you want, little redhead, but if you don’t come up with something creative quick, there’s no hope for you,” Phonscience mused, almost feeling bad for him. It was as if he could hear her. The new recruit was crazier than expected. He stopped in the middle of traffic with cars rushing past him, then took off his shoes again, ran out in front of a car, and held his foot up to the grill.
The car stopped moving instantly. There was no screech, no whiplash of the driver. It was just moving one second and completely immobile the next, all the momentum sucked out of it. Xard turned away from the dumbfounded driver, crouched down in a runner’s position, then blasted off with a surge of energy rushing out of his feet. He soared down the street ahead of him, but the energy didn’t last very long, and soon he was running back at his normal speed.
The boy stopped and looked at his feet, a little disappointed. He drained another car and tried again, this time releasing the energy in short bursts whenever he needed it. The sprinter made it much farther this time, but not even remotely enough distance that would be acceptable for this kind of race. Xard absorbed the energy from another car, then blasted himself through the air into a large pool of rushing traffic.
He started from the back so there would be no accidents, landing on the hood of the car and absorbing the energy through his feet. He then did a slight burst into the air and landed on another. This repeated until he had absorbed the energy of about a dozen cars, and Phonscience noticed that he seemed to be bursting with it, struggling to keep it all contained.
The racer resumed his burst-running once he got away from the cars and made it to an open street, making decent progress until Phonscience intervened. “Now this is something I can mess with!” she cackled. At first, she just moved him to different open roads, to see how he would handle it. When he got used to that minor manipulation, she decided he was doing too well and wanted to really mess with him.
After searching through the streets a little bit, she found a lovely, disgusting back alley where she moved his piece. Xard was mid-burst when he teleported there, and careened right into a large pile of garbage bags, ones that had likely been sitting there for a long time. He stood up, Cursed at Phon, and cringed at the gunk that covered him from head to toe.
Xard took a deep breath then let out a pulse of omnidirectional energy from every inch of his body using the remainder of what he had stored up. It was strong enough that it managed to shoot the slimes off of his clothes and skin, but not enough that it would damage his clothing. His watcher couldn’t help but admire his progress a little since he was starting to use his Curse so well.
The race continued on for a while. Phonscience stopped focusing on them individually and began merely moving each of their pieces at random. She tried to give herself restrictions so that it wouldn’t go on forever—such as she could only move them after a certain amount of time had passed, and could only move them so far from where they were. Eventually, it came to an end, with all of the contestants arriving within just a few seconds of each other.
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