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“How much longer will it be?” a young middle school kid said to his mother with
an impatient tone. The mom scrolled through her phone, updating herself on business
matters.
“Not much longer, sweetie. Maybe 20 minutes or so.”
“20 minutes is a long time!” the kid snapped. The mother tried her best to keep
her composure, as she was annoyed with her bickering son.
“Honey, you’ll just have to wait. Not much else I can tell you.”
The kid rolled his eyes and folded his arms in frustration. After a few minutes though,
the kid drifted off to sleep in his mother’s lap. The two remained stationary within the
seats of the stuffy and unkempt subway train they rode on. It traveled below the active,
big city where individual lives actively went about the daily grind throughout various
locations such as office buildings, restaurants, and schools–a typical day for the
common city-goer. As the woman began to slightly drift off just like her son, she briefly
overheard a couple of chatty bystanders who mentioned interesting topics regarding
activity within the city.
“Yo, look at this!” she heard. The train mildly jerked due to its aging state.
“What the heck? Is that a… a giant robot?”
“Yeah! The news just got this footage some minutes ago. It honestly looks really
scar—”
At that specific moment, before the bystander could finish his statement, the train
suddenly sprang up from the tracks and clashed against the side of the underground tunnel! The passengers screamed out of instinct, with some soaring away from their
initial spot due to the impact. The ground beneath violently trembled with tremor-like
vibrations and the train then flipped on its side as it skidded along the metal rails at full
speed. A screeching noise was heard from the inside of the train that panicked the
pedestrians even more than what they already were. The sudden disaster that occurred
sent some people attempting to get their bearings while the train was still in motion, by
grabbing onto surfaces to latch onto; it sent others profusely crying out in terror and
cursing, trying to get their minds to make sense of the situation; it also caused distinct
individuals to act concerningly, asking others if they were ok. But clearly, nothing about
the predicament was “ok”. The train finally came to a halt, terminating the spine-chilling
screech of the rubbing metal. Everyone behaved in their own ways in addressing the
accident. While the nurturers regained their balance and helped others around them,
the quick communicators acted in calling first responders, and the intellects hastily
worked together to figure out what possibly could have caused the incident, by
analyzing the factors of the collapsed train. As each civilian worked to solve the drastic
problem, the mother held onto her crying, distressed kid, huddled over in a section of
the train. She rubbed him in comfort, hoping that her child, herself, and everyone
around her would come out of this safe. However, the worst possible outcome soon
became present for everyone when a blaring sound of combustion was heard from
under the train…and from all directions of the vehicle, intense, explosive flames,
uncontrollably came crashing inside. The look of imminent peril came upon everyone’s
face as they looked death right in its scorching eyes. There was no way out for anyone.
The woman held onto her kid and shut his eyes. And with one last breath of air, she closed her eyes, accepting her fate. When a sudden gust of forceful breeze clashed
against her, and her body involuntarily jerked forward, she knew that everyone’s lives
were diminished…but after remaining in her position for about 10 seconds…she realized
she was still there…and in no pain. That was when she slowly opened her eyes, only to
see a sight that sent her into shock. A tenacious looking figure stood crouched down in
front of her, facing the other way, with its arms extended outward. The figure looked
robotic with mechanical, futuristic parts forming around the entirety of the body. It
appeared to wear a firm, innovative helmet and the pattern of the figure was laced with
gold and white colors. It turned around to the woman, viewing her with its luminescent,
visor-like eyes.
“You ok ma’am?” it asked, having an electrically changed voice—a zesty,
teenage boy undertone could be heard.
The woman was absolutely speechless and merely responded with a jaw dropped nod.
“Awesome!… Everyone good?!” it then called out, standing up and turning to the
side. And an overwhelming sense of relief engulfed the woman when she turned her
head and witnessed every single passenger of the train in safe condition, with the same
look of astonishment on their face. They all laid on the train tracks outside the tunnel of
the subway. Every civilian feasted their eyes inside the darkness of the tunnel, where
the toppled-over train could be seen, doused with heavy flames. At that exact moment,
everyone had the mutual realization that this figure saved their lives. The figure stood
tall and surveyed them, appearing as a brawny, machine-like guardian. They had never
been more grateful in their lives to be out of harm’s way so abruptly. However, the same
could not be said for plenty of others. The populated group on the tracks was suddenly thrown off guard by the sound of screams across the city. Just as the nearby chatty
bystanders had mentioned early on the train, there indeed was a massive robot that
chaotically stomped its way through the downtown city. All the public in every location
and area could see it wreak havoc, including a news reporter who received a perfect
aerial view of the robot, from inside an airborne helicopter. She looked at her
cameraman who positioned the camera towards her, capturing footage of her and the
giant disturber.
“This is Bethany Hawthorne, reporting live from S-REX News! At exactly 2:50PM
today, a colossal robot appeared out of nowhere in downtown Servante Port city,
obliterating everything in its path! The reasons for this abominable activation are
unknown, but evacuation procedures are already commencing!”
The news reporter kept calm amid her professional occupation, but it was clear
that she was shaken by how frightening this titan was. The robot statured at 300 feet, its
width measured at 10 feet, and it was garnished with outlandish, cutting edge features.
It was truly a bizarre sight for everyone, as it marched down city streets with no known
purpose. The news reporter felt moderately safe in the vicinity of the helicopter. It was
high up and constantly moving, so she figured she was least likely to be in harm’s way.
However, she was gravely mistaken. Her life flashed before her very eyes when she
spotted a gigantic chunk of a building being hauled in her direction, from the robot’s
hand!
“Oh my God!” she screamed, right before the chunk impacted the tail of the
chopper. It ignited into lethal parts, sending piercing bits through her and the
cameraman’s seatbelt. The haywire spinning of the helicopter caused the reporter and the cameraman to be plunged out, where they fell through the horrifying sky. Their
screams traveled through the atmosphere, reaching no one that would ever be able to
hear or save them. They knew their doom was imminent as they fell through the
pressure of the air, reaching ever so closer to the unforgiving ground. But out of the
blue, a high pitched, motor-like noise sounded around the reporter. And in the blink of
an eye, a hand firmly grasped the fabric of the back of her vest and held on as the
reporter felt her body suddenly elevate instead of descend. Her body was facing
backwards to whoever or whatever grabbed her, where she glanced at a view that blew
her mind. There were 4 elastic cord-cables that were shot down into the clothes of 4
other people, dragging them in the air. The individual’s bodies swam through the sky
with the cords clinging onto their clothes as their mysterious mode of rescuing
transportation continued to swiftly soar forward in the sky. After her temporary trip,
drifting through the air, the reporter was let go, where she landed on a surface of
smooth, park grass. She recognized it being the grass of Applecian Park. She quickly
looked to her left to see her cameraman vomiting to his side. She then saw the 4
individuals in front of her, safely on the ground as well. That was when she spotted the
cables on them detach from their clothes and trace back to a source. The reporter
followed the cables, watching them quickly retract. And what she observed in front of
her was something that left her dumbstruck. Standing before her was a futuristiclooking, chrome armored person. It had smooth, metallic plating around its body,
cannon-like gauntlets that were around the forearms, an innovative head protector with
piercing streaks that appeared as eyes, and two long, rugged mechanical pieces that
protruded diagonally upwards, mimicking wings in a way. There were two smaller mechanical pieces that attached on the bottom of the wings which extended downward.
The entire covering of the person was layered in a black and yellow design, looking like
some sort of revolutionary bumblebee. The person lifted its hand and placed two fingers
on the side of its head covering. A radio-esque female voice then sounded through the
helmet.
“Airborne civilians north of the city: Rescue complete.”
During that moment, everyone who was safely on the grass had the confirmation that
they had been rescued by this flying guardian. But despite their lives being saved, the
city still was rampant with chaos. And a nearby small area would endure a catastrophic
horror.
In the Coco-Cafe on Pilfard ST, a herd of citizens rampaged out the doors in
efforts to gain distance from the robot that would inevitably arrive to that part of town.
Citizens trampled over each other and shoved one another to exit the tiny shop. Many
succeeded to flee the cafe where they made for the evacuation locations they were
informed about. However, the last 10 people to step outside the building were greeted
with a heart-stopping sight. From everyone’s left, a speeding, tanker truck with a silver
gas tank, hurled through the sky, aiming directly at them! It turbulently spun through the
air, gaining substantial momentum as it came close to dismembering everyone who
gazed at the murderous vehicle. Some froze in outright shock with their bodies utterly
petrified, while others instantly made a run for it, despite the speed of the flying truck
making their actions in vain. Nothing could be done about their safety and there was
literally no time to react. Their demise would arrive in the next 2 seconds! But just as the
truck reached 4 feet of the civilians, out of nowhere, another mysterious figure arrived with blistering speed, bounding through the air behind them, and digging its hands into
the enormous, silver gas tank. With gargantuan strength, it let out a piercing grunt and
flung the truck in a spinning motion away from the civilians. The figure landed, striking
its fist onto the ground, and hearing the tank explode far from the citizens. It arose from
its lowered state and turned around to face the distressed people.
“Head to Chapplers Grove everyone! Police and paramedics are waiting there!” it
said to them with a masculine, shredding voice. The people stood there for a moment,
just gawking. They understood what he told them, but they couldn’t help but gaze at
how unbelievable of a being he was, as he towered over them. The figure had a rigid,
steel-plated chest piece, an ironclad lower body and hardened-fiber material covering
his arms that had a series of cybernetic lines flowing from the shoulders to the elbows,
where high-tech gauntlets latched around the forearms and hands. Heavy coatings of
color traveled through the figures design, with purple plastering the torso and gauntlets,
and black coating the fiber arms. Completing the figure’s astonishing impression was
his staggering helmet that was sculpted in the head of a wild wolf. It also displayed a
patterned symbol of a wolf on its chest piece, further adding to its overall animal
essence. People eventually fled the other way, heading to their instructed location, but
they would never get over their thunderous protector who appeared before them.
They were saved from death, but panic continued to flood the town, with people
continuing to flee towards commanded spots. On the other side of town, an office
skyscraper building was in the process of evacuation. Many people prospered in
clearing the building safely, but there was a group of 4 workers on the 30th floor who
would soon run into trouble. As they traveled through the vast building, they eventually advanced to the fire escape, not wanting to risk running into the hazards of elevators.
They made their descent at an accelerated pace. However, complications
instantaneously arose when they saw a beam of a laser slice through the stairwell
below them and strafe, horizontally. The entire lower half was ablaze and crumbled
down, preventing them from going any further. They had no choice but to go through the
door next to them that led to the 16th floor. When they entered, they were met with
office furniture, work appliances, and meeting rooms all on fire. They shrieked in turmoil,
once they quickly found out they literally had nowhere else to run—they were stranded.
And making matters worse, the surface that they stood on began to shatter and break
away. Noticing the brittle floor, they took off sprinting forward through the 16th floor, in
efforts to escape the breaking ground. But even them running was of no use since they
had no plan to ensure their safety. And their sprinting, regrettably, was not enough to
outrun the continual collapsing floor that was rapidly catching up to them. They
pointlessly ran through the flaming, smokey, and dark area as the breaking ground
came closer and closer to them. The group had already accepted their end, knowing
they were about to plummet into the abyss of the shattering building. It was their
fate…but their devastating fate was perfectly sabotaged when straight away, a booming
collision sounded from above them. And fate had never been so embarrassed when a
female figure on a motorbike, crash-entered from the ceiling, traveled through the air,
and landed right in front of the running group. The female pressed a button on the
middle of her cycle and two metal claws with cushioned padding, extracted from the
lower sides. They instantly shot behind, clutched around two of the workers, and flung
them off their feet, towards the bike with a swift motion. Out of instinct, the workers grabbed on the sides of the female and held on tightly. That was when she pushed
another button that slid open a hatch, on the bottom of the rear of her bike.
A severe, suctioning, visible wind pulled the last two workers forward in the air where
they both landed on the back of the female’s bike. The workers held around whatever
bodies were in front of them, and they soon realized they were in unusually safe hands
when snapping mechanics from the bike sprung out and linked onto all the workers. The
fire blasted through the air, the building was deteriorating by the second, and the
breaking floor was, at that moment, precisely one foot from the rear of the motorbike.
The woman leaned forward, revved her engine, and exclaimed one simple statement:
“Hang on!”
From there, the motorcycle jetted forward from a roaring energy blast that
instantaneously gained distance from the rupturing floor. The female guided her bike
through all the lethal obstacles that stood in her way with exhilarating speed. All the
debris and flames that came her way were dodged with leans and sweeps of her bike,
all while keeping the passengers safe. After making a swift round through the building,
she then sped up towards a glass wall—leading to outside—that was in front of her. A
look of concern was shown on the workers’ faces as they feared for what was about to
happen. With every second of driving, she got closer, closer, and closer to the glass
frame, until they soon realized that she had no intention of taking another route.
“Wait! Hold on!” they all screamed. But once their words escaped their mouths,
they all harshly crashed through the piercing, fragile frame and immediately hurtled
downward through the sky. The workers hollered for their lives, unsure if they were
going to make it as their bodies felt the pressure of the beating air. But lucky for them, the female promptly reassured them and even dazzled them a bit when she jerked her
bike handles forward, and the bike flipped in the air. The front of the bike suddenly
positioned itself to face the ground, where the wheels were situated directly above the
side of the building. As they all vertically dove on the bike, the wheels then emitted a
green light and the bike pulled straight onto the building like a magnet, with the female
now driving on the side of the skyscraper. The workers were stricken with epic aghast.
They thought this woman had to be some kind of secret agent or something. At that
point, she began to decelerate so she could execute her next move. She steered her
vehicle towards a medium sized patch of plants as she maneuvered downhill. Once she
got about 10 feet to the ground, her bike sprang off the building, flipped forward in the
air, and landed firmly within the soft patch. Everyone looked up at the demolishing
building they barely got out of and thought of the horrors that they would have met…if it
weren’t for the woman who came to their aid like a blazing angel. The latches on the
bike released and the workers dismounted, taking a look at their rescuer. She had on a
crisp, smooth, advanced motorcycle helmet, a solid black and purple leather jacket with
a bewitching white flower design engraved on it, and stylish gloves and boots.
“Follow the flow of evacuation that way!” she instructed, pointing behind them on
her bike. The workers nodded and took off, having a profound sense of gratefulness
towards their protector.
The city was progressing with clearing out citizens, with all sorts of routes being
taken to avoid collateral harm, and vehicles taking people far from the anarchy. But with
all the successful evacuation, the robot steadily made its way through the heart of the
city. And a massive mob of individuals looked danger directly in the face when they continued to run for safety and were met with the barbaric, towering robot, turning the
corner of a building. It stood in the way of their desired direction and they all backed up
in unison, being terrified of the machine. And with the robot having no resentment in its
cold system, it wasted no time inflicting anguish on people. On sight of the rushing
civilians, it fired concentrated bursts of inferno down at them. The flames speedily
traveled towards them, in which some people thought it was a form of damnantion
arriving to them. The firestorm was as large as the block they stood on, leaving no
escape for anyone. The entire population on the street was seconds away from being
massacred all together. The people looked like ants to the robot, and it distributed
execution as the exterminator. This was it for everyone. All were doomed to
annihilation…if it weren’t for an intruder to mayhem—a beacon of protection. Before the
flames could engulf the innocent civilians, who cried in despair, a massive, bonechilling, herculean, and gravity-defying shock wave of vicious wind cracked through the
atmosphere, sending the blazing inferno in its entirety, back to the robot. And in the
thick of the windy scene, a man strategically swung clanking obstacles, causing the
defensive tornado-winds to emerge, where he generated more to make absolutely sure,
the fire would not hit a single human being. The pedestrians slightly flew back from the
gusts of air and tried to comprehend what just occurred. But nothing could prepare them
for the creator behind the grand performance they witnessed. Once the wind cleared,
every last citizen on the block feasted their eyes on a man who knelt down on the
ground with one knee, whose head was down, whose arms were extended
outward…and who had extensive chains, reaching out from his arms that laid on the
concrete of the sidewalks beside him. All they could see was his muscly back, which alone, gave them chills. When the man stood up, the chains retracted with blinding
speed, flailing everywhere while returning to the man. When they reached him, they
viciously entered in the open gauntlets that were around his arms. That was the first
thing the people noticed—the dark gray gauntlets. Next, they peered at his red and
black camouflage uniform that fit around his monumental body. His red pants appeared
to be designed for combat, and his black boots were clearly scuffed from various
battles. All was pleasantly alleviating to them but looks of paralyzing awe ran down their
faces the minute he turned around. Pairing with the flowing, black dreadlocks, and dark,
brown skin he had, a solid, metal, mouth mask was latched onto his face—and his
dismaying eyes pierced through the souls of the astounded civilians. They all backed
up, looking into this defending lionheart’s eyes. He then let out a demand, which no one
dared to refuse:
“Follow the first responders and the protection agencies! They’ll guide you
to safety!”
When the people turned around, they saw police officers, paramedics, and militant
squads, all directing people to different vehicles and areas for evacuation. The people
didn’t hesitate and turned behind them and began to follow orders, letting the everyday
heroes assist and protect them…while the other heroes did what they did best. The man
turned around again and stared at the robot which was now engulfed in flames. It
became noticeably frozen in place, which the man thought was due to the ricochet of
fire it endured. Still, he knew the bot wouldn’t be immobile forever, and the
counterattack he delivered most likely made it even more angry. At that exact moment,
the wolf-appearing figure aggressively leaped from one building to another in a horizontal fashion, until he backflipped off and crash landed next to the man with
chains.
“So, what are we working with?” he asked.
The chain-man slowly walked forward, checking his gauntlets as the wolf-figure
followed.
“Chemical induced artillery–fatal, piercing melee instruments–clearly doesn’t
have a stopping incentive.” He said. The wolf-figure simply nodded and looked up at his
new target.
“Got it.” The wolf-figure–code named: Cyberwolf.
A few seconds later, the futuristic-bee soared through the skies with her wings, in a
twirling motion, eventually landing on the other side of the chain-man. Her jet-propulsion
wings deactivated after her descent.
“We seriously need to get paid for this.” she scoffed, pressing a few buttons on
her cannons to secure their function. Cyberwolf turned to her.
“For real? Where’s the “hero” in that?” he asked, with irritation in his tone.
“It’s literally in the name, “superhero”, estúpido.” she sarcastically shot back,
receiving a head shake of disapproval from Cyberwolf.
“Please, let’s focus on the threat at hand.” the chain-man said to her with a
focused tone. She just tilted her head up to the side in an aggravated manner.
“Fine.” she said, looking up at the robot with them. The futuristically winged
rescuer–code named: Venus
Not a moment sooner, the motorcyclist came speeding down the street towards the
group. She shot her bike to the side, skidding it to a halt right behind Cyberwolf.“The civilians are out of harm’s way. I’m glad they cooperated with no trouble,
since I probably scared them with the whole ‘bike-out-the glass’ move.” she said, getting
off her bike and walking next to Cyberwolf. He gave her a victorious fist-pump and an
approving nod. The chain-man responded to her comment:
“That’s excellent. With how big and powerful this thing is, I can see how people
freak out even with us here.”
Venus sucked her teeth.
“At least your pedestrians got a ride on that ultra-bike of yours. I nearly broke my
back lifting all those people in the air.” she said crossing her arms.
“I’m sure it’s nothing a few strength and training sessions can’t fix. Oh wait, you
never show up, do you?” biker-girl said, calling her out. Venus merely shrugged her
shoulders, knowing her teammate was right. The biker-girl then looked up, glancing at
what they were dealing with.
“Oh boy.” she whispered, being slightly uneasy. Chain-man turned to her.
“I know. Be vigilant.” he told her.
“Yessir.” she replied, cracking her knuckles. The white-flower, biker defender–
code named: Aconitum.
Finally, an orange beam of light dashed across the city at a warping rate, until it stopped
right behind the group. And in front of the beam launched the metallic, mechanical
figure who side-slid next to Venus in a stylish, hunched position.
“Woah! You’ve gotta be kidding me!” he blurted out, reacting in shock, and
standing up straight to walk with the team.
“Nope. Totally real.” Cyberwolf told him.“This thing is huge! Like, mythological-prehistoric, huge!” his arm pointed to the
robot, expressing how bizarre he thought it was.
“Exactly, my thoughts!” Aconitum agreed.
The chain-man looked at the robot again, still analyzing its stationary stature.
“Yep. It’s a pretty colossal adversary.” he said. And at that moment a better
answer couldn’t have been said from the metallic figure:
“Wouldn’t have it any other way!” he pranced around in a fighting stance. The
chain-man lowered his eyebrows, admiring his juvenile ambiguity. The metallic,
mechanical figure—code named: Hypermark.
The group of 5 stood together and witnessed the robot as it suddenly began to judder
and finally break out of its frozen state. The fire that surrounded it gave it an even more
menacing appearance, and it was crystal-clear that it was madder than it had ever
been. It was engraved in charcoal, black, cutting-edge armor, and it stored deathbringing weapons such as lethal, concentrated, energy beams that came from its visor,
it held torching flame throwers within its metal chest compartment, and it carried
elongated, piercing blades that protruded from its arms. And the nail in the coffin for this
monster’s image was its steel-head that was designed as a demonic-like skull. The
surrounding fire suitably added to its overall fiendish impression. This gladiator of a
robot was undoubtedly a distributor of slaughter…too bad the group who stood below
had the complete opposite objective. They eagerly looked up at their target, watching as
it shook in bloodlust.
“Let’s take this behemoth bastard down!” Hypermark blurted, crouching in a
fighting stance.“That’s what I’m talking about!” Cyberwolf replied, slamming his fist in the palm of
his hand.
“You said a mouthful!” Aconitum added, stretching her arms back.
“Let’s bring it, Amigos!” Venus declared, cracking her neck in determination. The
chain-man slightly turned his head behind him, taking in the moment with his team.
“Yeah, this thing is a giant…but we all know what David did to Goliath.” he subtly
stated. The team had never been more hype once he released those words. The
motivating statement equipped the team with more than enough drive and passion.
Aconitum retracted a blaster from her back, prepping it and standing firmly on the
ground; Cyberwolf tapped buttons on his gauntlet in a pattern, causing the lines in his
arms to glow white, and his suit to activate with ultimate power as he awaited execution;
Venus jerked her cannons downward, engulfing them over hands, and they, along with
her wings, illuminated with yellow, solar energy; Hypermark held his thumb close to the
activator-button on his wrist, anticipating his permission to let his speed lose. The entire
team was ready, as well as the robot who extracted its blades downward. With an
artificially vexed screech, the robot charged, with all weapons blasting erratically,
towards the team who had been more than ready for a battle. This was the moment
they were waiting for–this was what they did.
“Underdogs!…” the chain-man–their leader–exclaimed. The chains from his
gauntlets released and clanged on the ground, ready to wreak havoc–ready to save
lives–ready to restore tranquility. The resilient, supreme hero, code named:
Chainbreak, concluded with one last gritty, howling phrase of execution for his
proficient team:“UNLEASH!!
And from that command, Cyberwolf lunged, Aconitum fired, Venus propelled, and
Hypermark bolted towards the incoming enemy, all while Chainbreak stormed upwards
with his offensively launching, baneful chains, leading his squad of youthful, triumphant
heroes: The Underdogs!