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Writing Prompt #153

The feeling that washed over the Hero when they woke up was familiar, that feeling off painkillers and over exertion that hung over them like thick fog. Before they even opened their eyes they could tell they were with Medic, their powers washing over the hero’s wounds felt like when their parent had covered bad sunburns in aloe gel during a vacation gone bad.

They opened their eyes and were almost immediately faced with medic’s signature disappointed scowl.

“So how are you going to explain this one to Superhero?”

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Writing Prompt #152

Vigilante could tell this one had been bad, based on both how their body ached when they tried to move and what they were lying on; old bowling alley carpet. They rolled over whit a whine and a sigh, looking up at the decrepit, familiar ceiling for the bowling alley in the old mall.

They took a breath, then another, and sat up. Then a third, a fourth, and pushed themselves to their feet. Standing went well enough, walking less so. They could feel growing blisters on their feet, so they too their boots off and started walking.

Out of the bowling alley, out of the mall, and onto the pavement. They saw the sun rise behind the sky scrapers of the big city, and their gut feeling told them it was around 6 am.

They had to get going before the next Hero patrol started.

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Writing Prompt #151

“Well, won’t you look at that,” The mentor stepped over two bodies as they entered the room, “I was right about you having a... special talent.”

Their pupil glared at them from across the room, splattered in blood and breathing heavily, “There wasn’t an easier way to confirm that? Like asking?”

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Writing Prompt #148

“So,” A ducked as a chair flew over their head, “how many times has this happened?”

“Oh, bar fights are a norm around here,” B barely flinched as a glass smashed into the wall behind them, “C starts most of them, so it’s weird that they’re not-” B paused as they heard a scream in the crowd, “nevermind, that was them.”

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Writing Prompt #141

“So, this... ability of yours,” A cornered B in the alley, “what does it do?”

“I don’t know,” B backed up, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Everyone knows their own powers so don’t give me that.” A pushed B against a wall. “What is it?”

“I. Don’t. Know.” B tried to slip under A’s arm, but was shoved back with an angry glare, “It switches every day, so, I don’t know.”

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Writing Prompt #149

“Is there really no other way?” A’s voice shook, “please... I- I don’t want to do this. I-”

“I know.” B took their hand, but A swept them into a hug instead. “I know you don’t. Listen, A, I won’t tell the others.” They pulled back to look A in the eyes, “I’ll find another way, or there won’t be one at all. I promise.”

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Writing Prompt #115

“Where did you get that injury?” A asked, though their tone was more demanding than it usually was.

“What injury-” A interrupted B by grabbing B’s arm and pulled up their sleeve.

“This one.” They brought the arm up into B’s view, sloppily applied bandages starting to show spots of red on the outer side of the arm, “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that you’re sneaking out?”