Clark Kent (boy_scout) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-02-09 16:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent, michael connelly |
Who: Clark [open to Hyperion folks]
What: Running out of power
Where: Streets
When: Afternoon.. or is it night? Hard to tell.
Rating: TBD
Clark had been patrolling the downtown area, taking care of some demons here and there. It wasn't too much trouble, though he did feel like he should relax. He still had his powers.. somewhat. Not as super as usual, but he could still help. He didn't know if Kara was as fortunate, at least not by now. He hoped she was staying indoors.
As he crossed the sidewalk, he saw two vampires holding a lady against a wall. Clark mumbled, "Darn fiends... not keeping to alleys anymore." It seemed they had grown bold and had lately been accosting innocents out in the open.
He came behind one and plunged a stake through his back. Strange, it felt like he had to work at it, like it actually required a bit of effort on his part.
The demon cried out, turning to dust. The second creature turned to him. "You fool! Are you on crack, boy? Now you will die."
The woman took this chance to run off. Clark said to the man, "I think you got that backwards." And then he delievered an uppercut to the man, sending him flying upward.
The beast was flung about ten feet away. That's odd.. Clark thought he'd have been propelled a farther than that. A lot farther. So the man got back up, rubbing his jaw. "Damn, kid.. got quite a punch."
"I've done better," Clark said firmly. He looked a little worried. He knew he could deal with this, but.. he felt more urgent now. He stared at the man, and his eyes started to turn red.
"Shit.." The men saw the pupils changed color, and felt a little scared. Oh, Hell no. He'd heard of this. Some hero killing his kind, something about eye lasers. And now.. he was next.
Clark felt the warmth, the intensity. And then.. he gasped, his eyes suddenly reverting back to their shade of blue. He stared and found that he could not use his heat vision. If ever he had a reason to cuss, this was the time!
The man laughed then. He could sense fear. And he was feeling a bit lucky. "Well, well. Isn't this a fine pickle we're in?" He leered at the boy, now walking towards him..
Clark looked down at the stake in his hand, then back up at the approaching vampire. One shot. He braced himself to rush at him, then gasped as he could only run as fast as the average citizen. Looked like it'd be a big fight, and he wasn't too excited about his odds of surviving. "Ohhh, crap.."