Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2009 23:28:22 -0800 From: spud gordon Subject: Power Trip 1 Legal stuff, if you're not old enough to read gay stories then don't read this one All characters I made up are mine and not yours because I said so Gmasterspud@gmail.com is where you can reach me but please no spam or flame emails Power trip 1 (And maybe only.) Thunder rolled across the skies, pulling myself out of my roof lawn chair to gaze upon my city. It shines and festers at the same time but it's my city, the fake lights of downtown brighten the skies and make the stars disappear from view and the smog from the city act as the clouds for my beautiful city. I see an explosion off to the distance; before I can act I feel a rush of wind from behind me as the capes fly to take care of the problem. I flop back into my lawn chair to watch the resulting explosions and laser light show that follows them arriving. It's my city but I don't generally get involved past my block of roof tops. "Get off your ass, you lazy motherfucker" Nod said Nod was right of course, being a super intelligent dog he had to be right, that is when he isn't licking his own crotch. But I reluctantly pulled myself out of my chair and took a walk off the roof, landing on the ground I kept walking till I got to Mr. Quake's house. Mr. Quake is my long time partner and friend, his ability to cause instant earthquakes within a mile of himself, he told me once that with concentration he could pinpoint severe earthquakes in minor locations but I think he's blowing smoke out of his own ass. "Hey man, you home?!" I yelled, he hates that and I can't bring myself to care. "Yeah man, stop yelling." He replied all cranky for some strange reason "So nod was talkin his bullshit to me about getting off my ass, whatever. I keep the entire square of our houses safe from the rapist/murder/drug dealer that always makes bail for some reason." "Well he's got a point, all we do besides stopping that guy is get drunk and check out chicks or guys depending on how we feel that day." He had a point, I did like the odd guy on occasion but I'm really looking for a steady relationship. I turn around and flop onto his stoop, taking the beer he offers and pulling off the neck with my teeth. Damn glasses bottles aren't as tough as they used to be or I'm stronger than I was a year ago. I finished my beer in a few gulps and tossed the bottle at a passerby, inciting a slew of curse words from across the street and from quake as well. I didn't care, I don't feel like being a hero all the goddamned time so I might be a villain one day but I'll keep that to myself for now. Who knows maybe quake wants to be a villain too. Relaxing on a stoop and waiting for something to happen, didn't have to wait long though. One scream from down the street, a roar following shortly after could only mean two things, a freakish were-animal terrorizing twinks at Gaydiation the super gay bar or a parade with lions and tigers and bears, oh my.