Atomic Structure #1
I sat in the Superhuman Advanced Defense Executive’s office, otherwise known as SHADE. My thumbs rubbed against each other as I continued to wait. Today was my latest interview, and I knew this was a worthy opportunity. You see, I am not accepted; heck even offered too many interviews.
The others, who too applied, came and went. Some were looking angry; others were coming out in tears, and even some had shouted inside with the interviewer. It was nerve wracking, and I was thinking, “Why did I come here again?” Oh, that is right. My father forced me; something about needing to leave my other job; take a break. However, in my line of work, you can never take a break. Funny thing: this is supposed to be a secret organization. I looked side-ways, and of course, there was the picture of President LBJ. My Grandfather, an original founding member of this organization, whose hand President Johnson was shaking, wasn't happy about being cut out of the picture. Every time I mention it to him, he goes into a tangent. He is old, really old. It is amazing that he is still alive, but there are certain conditions that let him.
The room grew quiet; I was the last person. The nearby door opened, and a man poked his head out. “Miss Cray, come in.” he said. I got up, and I followed him inside. The room was your standard scientific lab, which I had no clue why was being used for interviews. Too much money, I guessed. The man held his hand out towards a seat, and I was happy to oblige.
Staring opposite of the man, his receding hairline became very noticeable. “Miss Cray, I have seen your record. In addition, I must ask, “Why do you have so many negative reports on you being late to work?”
“Um,” I paused. “You see, my family has this business which needs a lot of help ever since my Grandfather got ill.”
His eyes narrowed, just like every other boss or interviewer I had.
“That’s no excuse, Miss Cra-“
The phone started ringing beside him. His hand reached out for it, and the somewhat bald man picked it off the hook. Something happened though. I was only able to watch as a tiny man came from the phone. His body became larger, larger, and larger until he was taller than I was and standing on the ground.
“Sorry for being late.” The man said, his right hand scratching behind his head. “There was a little traffic.”
The man was wearing a white lab coat. His nameplate, “Professor Palmer” written on silver. As if he did not notice me earlier, he turned around. His eyes, alarmed, seemed to be searching his scientific mind for an excuse. Still, it was somewhat too late; I had seen the face of The Atom. All of a sudden, I saw his eyes light up. Unlike him, the other man looked livid.
“Are you serious, Ray? Good job revealing your identity!”
“Calm down, Winston.” he said.
I watched Ray Palmer, otherwise the Atom move closer. His brown eyes starred into my own, it was as if he was trying to make sure of something.
“Don’t you see, this is Dena, the granddaughter of Star Gate?”
“Um,” I spoke up. “How do you know me?”
“Trust me, Dena. There hasn’t been a Superhero or Villain’s phone I haven’t been in.”
I was surprised, and a tad bit, freaked out. This was a grade A stalker right here; no wonder his name was the Atom. However, before I could respond, some alarm started beeping; an emergency signal of sorts, I guess. Winston, or whatever the bald man’s name was, left, rushing out the door. When I looked back at Ray Palmer, he was dressed in his Atom costume, and he was closing a door to a closet. He smiled, and if he were not so old, I would say he was a charmer. But nah, I don’t like older men so it doesn't matter.
His mask was in his hands, and the Atom was still smiling. “So,” he said. “You ready to go, Dark Fly.”
With that, I smiled too, igniting my hands into a sort of pyrotechnic fireworks. I was ready to fly.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Ray Palmer, otherwise the Atom, nor do I own SHADE. Only the characters: Winston, Star Gate, Dena Cray (Dark Fly) are all owned by me (including this story).
A/N: I was rereading one of my Atom comics, I always wanted to write a Fan Fic, and I had some free time so I thought why not. Since I had not used my character, Dena Cray in a while, I decided to include her. I was unsure about SHADE since I am not too familiar with its history. Therefore, I apologize for any contradictions with the actual history. Thanks for reading!
The others, who too applied, came and went. Some were looking angry; others were coming out in tears, and even some had shouted inside with the interviewer. It was nerve wracking, and I was thinking, “Why did I come here again?” Oh, that is right. My father forced me; something about needing to leave my other job; take a break. However, in my line of work, you can never take a break. Funny thing: this is supposed to be a secret organization. I looked side-ways, and of course, there was the picture of President LBJ. My Grandfather, an original founding member of this organization, whose hand President Johnson was shaking, wasn't happy about being cut out of the picture. Every time I mention it to him, he goes into a tangent. He is old, really old. It is amazing that he is still alive, but there are certain conditions that let him.
The room grew quiet; I was the last person. The nearby door opened, and a man poked his head out. “Miss Cray, come in.” he said. I got up, and I followed him inside. The room was your standard scientific lab, which I had no clue why was being used for interviews. Too much money, I guessed. The man held his hand out towards a seat, and I was happy to oblige.
Staring opposite of the man, his receding hairline became very noticeable. “Miss Cray, I have seen your record. In addition, I must ask, “Why do you have so many negative reports on you being late to work?”
“Um,” I paused. “You see, my family has this business which needs a lot of help ever since my Grandfather got ill.”
His eyes narrowed, just like every other boss or interviewer I had.
“That’s no excuse, Miss Cra-“
The phone started ringing beside him. His hand reached out for it, and the somewhat bald man picked it off the hook. Something happened though. I was only able to watch as a tiny man came from the phone. His body became larger, larger, and larger until he was taller than I was and standing on the ground.
“Sorry for being late.” The man said, his right hand scratching behind his head. “There was a little traffic.”
The man was wearing a white lab coat. His nameplate, “Professor Palmer” written on silver. As if he did not notice me earlier, he turned around. His eyes, alarmed, seemed to be searching his scientific mind for an excuse. Still, it was somewhat too late; I had seen the face of The Atom. All of a sudden, I saw his eyes light up. Unlike him, the other man looked livid.
“Are you serious, Ray? Good job revealing your identity!”
“Calm down, Winston.” he said.
I watched Ray Palmer, otherwise the Atom move closer. His brown eyes starred into my own, it was as if he was trying to make sure of something.
“Don’t you see, this is Dena, the granddaughter of Star Gate?”
“Um,” I spoke up. “How do you know me?”
“Trust me, Dena. There hasn’t been a Superhero or Villain’s phone I haven’t been in.”
I was surprised, and a tad bit, freaked out. This was a grade A stalker right here; no wonder his name was the Atom. However, before I could respond, some alarm started beeping; an emergency signal of sorts, I guess. Winston, or whatever the bald man’s name was, left, rushing out the door. When I looked back at Ray Palmer, he was dressed in his Atom costume, and he was closing a door to a closet. He smiled, and if he were not so old, I would say he was a charmer. But nah, I don’t like older men so it doesn't matter.
His mask was in his hands, and the Atom was still smiling. “So,” he said. “You ready to go, Dark Fly.”
With that, I smiled too, igniting my hands into a sort of pyrotechnic fireworks. I was ready to fly.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Ray Palmer, otherwise the Atom, nor do I own SHADE. Only the characters: Winston, Star Gate, Dena Cray (Dark Fly) are all owned by me (including this story).
A/N: I was rereading one of my Atom comics, I always wanted to write a Fan Fic, and I had some free time so I thought why not. Since I had not used my character, Dena Cray in a while, I decided to include her. I was unsure about SHADE since I am not too familiar with its history. Therefore, I apologize for any contradictions with the actual history. Thanks for reading!
Atomic Structure #2
Being in the air, felt like home. The wind caressed my face as I flew over the city. High above the clouds, I saw the airship connected to a tower, and of course, bad people love black things. I should not be talking, I guess. I keep a skull on my zipper, but then again, I am hot… literally. Below the aircraft, I flew low, but had to endure the heat of the ship’s huge exhaust. A colorful aura surrounded my body, switching colors every now and then. My powers kept the fumes from damaging my lungs. However, just like every power, I had to hurry up or I would run out of energy.
With a swift motion, I flew to side of the ship. My hands ignited into a fury of colors, and they let out a sharp bang, providing a new entrance. Leaping inside, I heard the swift sounds of footsteps coming down a hallway. I waited, and I waited. Sometimes grunts can take a long time.
“Hurry up, Boys!” I said, moving towards the grunts holding guns.
Their weapons were trained on me, and one of them shouted, “Stop right there, we got you outgunned!”
“Oh, you’re right,” I said continuing to walk. “But you’re guns aren’t brighter than mine.” I raised my hands and shouted, “Bang” and then, gunshots exploded through the hallway. None of them could see a thing. Nor could they see I had floated in the air and landed behind them. Nevertheless, it was amusing to say the least. “This would be a good television show.”
Instead of bothering to finish these crooks off, I exited to another hallway. “That should keep them blinded for an hour or two.” I stretched my arms upward, my wrists crossing over each other. I loved my job but sometimes it could get boring. Moving further, and then down another hallway, I found the control room. Unlike Batman, I prefer a more suitable entrance: banging the door open.
I watched as the door sailed into the room. “Whoops,” I thought as I saw it hit something large and antique; probably cost a lot of money. “Oh well.” I maneuvered to the captain’s seat, which, was facing away from me, a classic villain move. Brushing past the chair, I saw… nothing. “Great…” I said, sitting down in the chair. Then, a hideous face appeared onto the screen. I quickly backed away in disgust. “Wait, I thought you were dead.”
“No, my dear, the Bug-Eyed Bandit never dies!” He said.
I rolled my eyes; “here it comes”.
“You thought you could thwart me, sidekick of the Atom. “
“Please, continue your monologue. Wait… sidekick, sidekick… I am not the sidekick of the Atom!”
“Don’t try to fool the Insect Master. That is why you will never catch me! Try to get pass my swarm, if you dare.”
I gripped the armrests; my hands burning it like lava. My teeth grinded together as the video went dead. “That does it, I will step on that insect bas-“
“Relax, kid.” Someone said behind me. I tilted my head sideways, and I saw the Atom smiling. The older hero moved closer, grabbing a phone near the control systems. “Hold this,” he said. I was confused; “what the heck is he doing?”
“Getting passed things is what I do best.” He said as if he read my mind. Then, he leaped inside the phone. I was little shocked, even though it was my second time seeing him do it. Over the phone, I felt like I was eavesdropping onto a married couple’s argument until into it turned abusive. I sighed; if I was lucky, I got that other job.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Ray Palmer (the Atom), SHADE, or the Bug-Eyed Bandit. I also do not own the design of Dark Fly's costume. Only the characters: Winston, Star Gate, Dena Cray (Dark Fly) are all owned by me (including this story). I love using characters made by Gardener Fox, as he is my favorite comic book writer of all time.
With a swift motion, I flew to side of the ship. My hands ignited into a fury of colors, and they let out a sharp bang, providing a new entrance. Leaping inside, I heard the swift sounds of footsteps coming down a hallway. I waited, and I waited. Sometimes grunts can take a long time.
“Hurry up, Boys!” I said, moving towards the grunts holding guns.
Their weapons were trained on me, and one of them shouted, “Stop right there, we got you outgunned!”
“Oh, you’re right,” I said continuing to walk. “But you’re guns aren’t brighter than mine.” I raised my hands and shouted, “Bang” and then, gunshots exploded through the hallway. None of them could see a thing. Nor could they see I had floated in the air and landed behind them. Nevertheless, it was amusing to say the least. “This would be a good television show.”
Instead of bothering to finish these crooks off, I exited to another hallway. “That should keep them blinded for an hour or two.” I stretched my arms upward, my wrists crossing over each other. I loved my job but sometimes it could get boring. Moving further, and then down another hallway, I found the control room. Unlike Batman, I prefer a more suitable entrance: banging the door open.
I watched as the door sailed into the room. “Whoops,” I thought as I saw it hit something large and antique; probably cost a lot of money. “Oh well.” I maneuvered to the captain’s seat, which, was facing away from me, a classic villain move. Brushing past the chair, I saw… nothing. “Great…” I said, sitting down in the chair. Then, a hideous face appeared onto the screen. I quickly backed away in disgust. “Wait, I thought you were dead.”
“No, my dear, the Bug-Eyed Bandit never dies!” He said.
I rolled my eyes; “here it comes”.
“You thought you could thwart me, sidekick of the Atom. “
“Please, continue your monologue. Wait… sidekick, sidekick… I am not the sidekick of the Atom!”
“Don’t try to fool the Insect Master. That is why you will never catch me! Try to get pass my swarm, if you dare.”
I gripped the armrests; my hands burning it like lava. My teeth grinded together as the video went dead. “That does it, I will step on that insect bas-“
“Relax, kid.” Someone said behind me. I tilted my head sideways, and I saw the Atom smiling. The older hero moved closer, grabbing a phone near the control systems. “Hold this,” he said. I was confused; “what the heck is he doing?”
“Getting passed things is what I do best.” He said as if he read my mind. Then, he leaped inside the phone. I was little shocked, even though it was my second time seeing him do it. Over the phone, I felt like I was eavesdropping onto a married couple’s argument until into it turned abusive. I sighed; if I was lucky, I got that other job.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Ray Palmer (the Atom), SHADE, or the Bug-Eyed Bandit. I also do not own the design of Dark Fly's costume. Only the characters: Winston, Star Gate, Dena Cray (Dark Fly) are all owned by me (including this story). I love using characters made by Gardener Fox, as he is my favorite comic book writer of all time.
Atomic Structure #3
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my story and characters.
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I tilted my head back, skyward, barring an annoyed face to the heavens. Stars were twinkling, and the clouds seemed to be lost in their game. Never before has dusk look so lovely. Unfortunately, it did not match my mood; I did not get the job. People always told me: accept failure. Sadly, when being a hero, accepting failure is not easy.
It was not a bird, it was not a plane; it was my heart going miles an hour. Billowing, I sighed. It was disheartening, and I felt as if the strenuous pressure on me was about to explode. It did. My left hand dabbed at my cheek, wiping away the trailing salty substance.
“C’mon, Dena,” I whispered, trying provide comfort for myself. “It wasn’t your fault this time.” I glanced sideways, shedding some of the tears onto the concrete pathway. I surreptitiously did the correct thing, even if I lost my opportunity. They told me, “It was just business.” I smiled eyes only damp now. “Come back next time.”
I did the right thing. I know I did the right thing. However, it is weird, SHADE was supposed to help and defend people, and yet, because I did; I lost my opportunity. Life is not fair, I guess. Many people cannot receive work, and sometimes, people die because of it. Life just is not fair.
Too suddenly or soon, for my liking, a phone started rumbling in my pocket. Hoping my voice was satisfactory, I answered. I got nothing; a prank call I guess. Angrily, I chucked the phone into a nearby bush. A soft thud, exact replication of my emotions, sounded through the looming night.
“Why” I whispered, glancing to the sky again. “Why wasn’t I able to do it?”
“Saving the day isn’t easy, Kid.” A voice said behind me; I did not even need to turn around. I was now used to him sneaking up on people.
“I know; I’m just mad I didn’t get the job.”
He walked closer, and I moved further away. “You and I both know you aren’t crying just about losing that job.” I said nothing, continuing to stare at the wall connected behind my house’s garden.
“I’ve failed countless times.” He said, looming over my shoulder. “Heck, I’ve even failed today.” His hand touched my shoulder, gripping firmly but softly. “But you can’t let those failures get to you.”
I shook his hand off, and I moved closer to a pond. “Dena,” I heard Ray say from behind. Drip; a tear fell, and then another. Inside that pond, I saw the face of that little girl… that beautiful little girl that I should have been able to save. If only I was not an idiot for leaving those thugs on the airship, forgetting to capture them. Because of me, they escaped and one of them murdered a little girl, only five years old.
“Why,” My hands trembled, and I fell to my knees. “Why didn’t I capture them?”
“Dena, it wasn’t your fault.”
I twisted around. “It was my fault!” Tears ran down my cheek as I continued to yell at the Atom. “I could… I should have captured those grunts. I shouldn’t have let my cockiness cause me to make such a rookie mistake.”
“You’re human, and every human makes mistakes.”
“But I am a superhero, a person who shouldn’t have made mistakes, especially one like this!”
The ground was wet, and I whispered into it. “It’s my fault.” From behind, I heard footsteps. Coming closer and closer until I felt the same hand on my shoulder, Ray just did not understand. I glanced sideways, not even bothering to wipe the source of the fog.
“Power can be taken, not given.” He said, kneeling on the ground. “Always remember that, Dena. Sometimes people make mistakes, and it was what we do with those mistakes that make us heroes.”
I nodded wiping a tear away. His hand reached out to me, and I hesitated for a moment. Slowly, my hand reached forward, stopping an inch away.
“We got a bug to catch.”
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Meanwhile, upstairs at the same house, a light was on in a nearby window. An old man, wearing a cotton robe with the initials, “SG”, watches. His breathing induced with a respirator went in and out. His hand touched the glass, and he whispered, “You’re going to be a great hero, kid.”
“Take care of my granddaughter, Ray.”
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I tilted my head back, skyward, barring an annoyed face to the heavens. Stars were twinkling, and the clouds seemed to be lost in their game. Never before has dusk look so lovely. Unfortunately, it did not match my mood; I did not get the job. People always told me: accept failure. Sadly, when being a hero, accepting failure is not easy.
It was not a bird, it was not a plane; it was my heart going miles an hour. Billowing, I sighed. It was disheartening, and I felt as if the strenuous pressure on me was about to explode. It did. My left hand dabbed at my cheek, wiping away the trailing salty substance.
“C’mon, Dena,” I whispered, trying provide comfort for myself. “It wasn’t your fault this time.” I glanced sideways, shedding some of the tears onto the concrete pathway. I surreptitiously did the correct thing, even if I lost my opportunity. They told me, “It was just business.” I smiled eyes only damp now. “Come back next time.”
I did the right thing. I know I did the right thing. However, it is weird, SHADE was supposed to help and defend people, and yet, because I did; I lost my opportunity. Life is not fair, I guess. Many people cannot receive work, and sometimes, people die because of it. Life just is not fair.
Too suddenly or soon, for my liking, a phone started rumbling in my pocket. Hoping my voice was satisfactory, I answered. I got nothing; a prank call I guess. Angrily, I chucked the phone into a nearby bush. A soft thud, exact replication of my emotions, sounded through the looming night.
“Why” I whispered, glancing to the sky again. “Why wasn’t I able to do it?”
“Saving the day isn’t easy, Kid.” A voice said behind me; I did not even need to turn around. I was now used to him sneaking up on people.
“I know; I’m just mad I didn’t get the job.”
He walked closer, and I moved further away. “You and I both know you aren’t crying just about losing that job.” I said nothing, continuing to stare at the wall connected behind my house’s garden.
“I’ve failed countless times.” He said, looming over my shoulder. “Heck, I’ve even failed today.” His hand touched my shoulder, gripping firmly but softly. “But you can’t let those failures get to you.”
I shook his hand off, and I moved closer to a pond. “Dena,” I heard Ray say from behind. Drip; a tear fell, and then another. Inside that pond, I saw the face of that little girl… that beautiful little girl that I should have been able to save. If only I was not an idiot for leaving those thugs on the airship, forgetting to capture them. Because of me, they escaped and one of them murdered a little girl, only five years old.
“Why,” My hands trembled, and I fell to my knees. “Why didn’t I capture them?”
“Dena, it wasn’t your fault.”
I twisted around. “It was my fault!” Tears ran down my cheek as I continued to yell at the Atom. “I could… I should have captured those grunts. I shouldn’t have let my cockiness cause me to make such a rookie mistake.”
“You’re human, and every human makes mistakes.”
“But I am a superhero, a person who shouldn’t have made mistakes, especially one like this!”
The ground was wet, and I whispered into it. “It’s my fault.” From behind, I heard footsteps. Coming closer and closer until I felt the same hand on my shoulder, Ray just did not understand. I glanced sideways, not even bothering to wipe the source of the fog.
“Power can be taken, not given.” He said, kneeling on the ground. “Always remember that, Dena. Sometimes people make mistakes, and it was what we do with those mistakes that make us heroes.”
I nodded wiping a tear away. His hand reached out to me, and I hesitated for a moment. Slowly, my hand reached forward, stopping an inch away.
“We got a bug to catch.”
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Meanwhile, upstairs at the same house, a light was on in a nearby window. An old man, wearing a cotton robe with the initials, “SG”, watches. His breathing induced with a respirator went in and out. His hand touched the glass, and he whispered, “You’re going to be a great hero, kid.”
“Take care of my granddaughter, Ray.”
Atomic Structure #4
When great forces are on the move in this world, we learn that we have choices, and our actions have consequences. Every person presented with a choice: life or death. This can be a vindictive or charitable power; something no human should possess. However, I did.
The lure of this supremacy is an alluring trap. It is something that can sentence your life into a pathway of endless darkness or light. Heroes must repudiate; heroes must forswear using these powers for ill means. However, sometimes, I think certain villains deserve to feel pain. They deserve the pain they have caused to others. They deserve to feel that pain.
I continued staring hard, and my hands shuddered.
I curled my fingers, skyward, slowly sliding down the fearful face. A human sized bug, something I could squash in minutes. My hands were glowing, and that face seemed to be praying, hope that fate would let him live. However, I do not believe in fate.
“Please,” the bug said, but I was not listening. Here and now, I was God; and I was in control. “Please,” the bug begged again, but I was enchanted through this enticement of power.
I leaned closer, whispering, “Why” into its ear. My hands continued their crawling, a terrifying imitation of nails preparing to plunge deeply onto a black board. “You killed that little girl; why shouldn’t I do the same to you, insect?”
“Please,” it begged again, but my nails sank lower into its skin. I smelled the dreadful scent of burning flesh; but in my eyes, I was just slowly removing a pest. “Please! I’ll do anything,” it cried louder, and the boiling slightly increased.
“You’ll do anything? What about bring that little girl back.”
It said nothing, and I prepared myself for the final sentence: death.
“Dark Fly, stop!” A voice shouted; it was the Atom. “Put him down, now.”
“Why should I?” I screeched, twisting around to face the older hero. I was ready, and I was willing to accept whatever consequence came from killing this… this… mosquito.
“This won’t solve anything.” He said, putting down the body of the Bug-eyed Bandit. He walked closer, and I pointed one hand in the air at him. He stopped, and he said. “Don’t do this; you’ll regret it.”
The bug behind him started laughing. “Ah, don’t listen to him, girl. Put that vermin’s lights out.”
My other hand trembled, slowly reenergizing its light, and it started burning again. I looked away from Ray, who, disappointed, curved his head away. The light show stopped, and the bug stopped too.
“Now,” I said, giving the burned insect a soft slap on the mark. “Every day you wake up, you’ll see the number of how old that girl would’ve been, if you didn’t murder her.” Then I walked away, heading towards the Atom. He was smiling, and I think he was proud of me. Instead of a tap on the shoulder or back, he embraced me.
“Good job, Dena.” He whispered.
“Thanks,” I replied, but then I pointed over his shoulder. “But, I think we probably should catch him before he escapes again.”
“So,” I absconded from the embrace, walking towards the Bug-eyed Freak. “You meant lights on, right?” My hands held high, glowing like fireworks. The Bug Master’s eyes shut tight, and he stopped crawling away. “Lights” I paused, arching my fist, which was now no longer glowing, back. “Out, Freak”
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This was the finale of this short series. However, Dena Cray (And maybe the Atom) will be back with another. This was a fun short story to write, and I wanted to practice writing one again. For this finale, I had so many ideas: one including a flashback. However, I decided to use a short, sweet ending. Anyways, I may have another series coming up.
The lure of this supremacy is an alluring trap. It is something that can sentence your life into a pathway of endless darkness or light. Heroes must repudiate; heroes must forswear using these powers for ill means. However, sometimes, I think certain villains deserve to feel pain. They deserve the pain they have caused to others. They deserve to feel that pain.
I continued staring hard, and my hands shuddered.
I curled my fingers, skyward, slowly sliding down the fearful face. A human sized bug, something I could squash in minutes. My hands were glowing, and that face seemed to be praying, hope that fate would let him live. However, I do not believe in fate.
“Please,” the bug said, but I was not listening. Here and now, I was God; and I was in control. “Please,” the bug begged again, but I was enchanted through this enticement of power.
I leaned closer, whispering, “Why” into its ear. My hands continued their crawling, a terrifying imitation of nails preparing to plunge deeply onto a black board. “You killed that little girl; why shouldn’t I do the same to you, insect?”
“Please,” it begged again, but my nails sank lower into its skin. I smelled the dreadful scent of burning flesh; but in my eyes, I was just slowly removing a pest. “Please! I’ll do anything,” it cried louder, and the boiling slightly increased.
“You’ll do anything? What about bring that little girl back.”
It said nothing, and I prepared myself for the final sentence: death.
“Dark Fly, stop!” A voice shouted; it was the Atom. “Put him down, now.”
“Why should I?” I screeched, twisting around to face the older hero. I was ready, and I was willing to accept whatever consequence came from killing this… this… mosquito.
“This won’t solve anything.” He said, putting down the body of the Bug-eyed Bandit. He walked closer, and I pointed one hand in the air at him. He stopped, and he said. “Don’t do this; you’ll regret it.”
The bug behind him started laughing. “Ah, don’t listen to him, girl. Put that vermin’s lights out.”
My other hand trembled, slowly reenergizing its light, and it started burning again. I looked away from Ray, who, disappointed, curved his head away. The light show stopped, and the bug stopped too.
“Now,” I said, giving the burned insect a soft slap on the mark. “Every day you wake up, you’ll see the number of how old that girl would’ve been, if you didn’t murder her.” Then I walked away, heading towards the Atom. He was smiling, and I think he was proud of me. Instead of a tap on the shoulder or back, he embraced me.
“Good job, Dena.” He whispered.
“Thanks,” I replied, but then I pointed over his shoulder. “But, I think we probably should catch him before he escapes again.”
“So,” I absconded from the embrace, walking towards the Bug-eyed Freak. “You meant lights on, right?” My hands held high, glowing like fireworks. The Bug Master’s eyes shut tight, and he stopped crawling away. “Lights” I paused, arching my fist, which was now no longer glowing, back. “Out, Freak”
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This was the finale of this short series. However, Dena Cray (And maybe the Atom) will be back with another. This was a fun short story to write, and I wanted to practice writing one again. For this finale, I had so many ideas: one including a flashback. However, I decided to use a short, sweet ending. Anyways, I may have another series coming up.