Flight
My Best Friend is a Superhero
2014-2015
In the meantime/same time as previous chapter
Evelyn O’Reilly (AKA: Black Hawk) zeroed in on her target, hovering overhead. She was communicating with someone, through a gadget-watch on her gloved arm. She was in an all red armored jumpsuit with midnight black hawk wings protruding from her back, from where her shoulder cuff armor harness sat. The tips of the wings were red.
“Brad, what’s the latest?” she asked in a thick Canadian-Bostonian accent.
In the center of the watch was a screen, where a stereotypical guy’s face seemed to be giving her instructions. He was just like any other “boss” to a superhero. “The burglars are nearing the shops along Fenway Park!” the watch responded.
“Got it!” She immediately tapped a button on the side of the watch and zoomed downward, heading toward the ground. She lightly grazed it and then shot upward once more, hovering over the scene of the crime. “Time to kick butt, take names and teach lessons!”
The cool air of New England blew through her wavy mid-back length red hair. Evelyn’s eyes glowed with her hawk-vision, a super power she had with being special and a heroine, and she spotted the trio of burglars working to steal money from the shop that they’d chosen. Normally her vision covered a mile, but her hearing covered a good couple of miles, such as the distance from Boston to Chicago. And with her keen animalistic sense of hearing, she could pick up on the conversation from where she was paused in the air.
“We should target Fenway next! Hate those bloody Red Sox!” one of them snarled, laughing.
“New Yorkers!” the heroine hissed. “I should have know!”
She dove downward and landed with a loud thud on the ground, spinning up a temporary pile of dust. When it cleared, she stood tall and proud. “You can certainly try to attack Fenway and get away with it, but then again, I’m here.”
The trio paused in the process and spun to her. They all gasped. “Black Hawk?!”
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” she sped forward and grabbed one of the men by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t want to ever see any of your faces in Boston again!! I’m not a fan of New Yorkers...especially ones who are violent or out to cause trouble!”
The epic battle commenced. Evelyn punched one of the men in the face and sent him shooting away into the middle of next week (miles away). Then she knocked the other unconscious and had one more left.
“This is too easy.” Evelyn shook her head and sighed, as the mortal New Yorker tried to run her and hit her and attack her. She held her ground, simply pushing him back with a flap of her wings. The wind whipped up was powerful enough to keep him back.
During this one-sided battle, her phone rang with the “Chelsea Dagger” ringtone. She answered the call, cheerily “Evelyn O’Reilly, here.” She shot a glance to the guy, who looked like he was started to get exhausted, but was still determined to win. “Oh, hey Jonny! What’s up?” She twirled a strand of her crimson locks in her index finger, like a normal teenage girl chatting on the phone with someone.
On any given day, she'd be saving Jonathan Toews, her main Chicago Blackhawk damsel in distress. However, she had been assigned to this case as training and to keep herself busy, while the Blackhawks played. Things had been good so far and there was no problems with the Blackhawks, at least that her "Jonny Radar" knew.
Whenever Jonathan got into trouble and needed saving, her "radar" went off. It was mainly when she heard him scream. That was how he alerted her to have her help him out. It was strange that he was calling her though. What could he possibly want?
“Are you fighting?”
“Nah...well, yeah, but I can talk. Hang on. Let me end this fight.” She balled up her hand into a fist and then sent it flying forward into the face of the burglar, who flew backward and slammed into the brick of the building. This was too easy for her. “Alright, what’s up?”
“How do you do that so fast?”
“It’s just my strength. You know I’m a superhero Jonny.” Evelyn rolled her eyes, biting her lip in the process.
“Still…”
“Hey, tell me what’s wrong. You never call me at this time.” She turned away and spotted the police cars heading her way. Instantly she lifted up off the ground and into the air, still managing to chat on the phone with her friend. “That’s horrible, Jonny! Why would anyone kidnap sweet, innocent Peekaboo?”
“I don’t know, but I was thinking you might know or maybe have an idea on who an “Eric Strum” is?”
“Why would I know that?”
“Because he looked similar to you!! I know he looked just like an evil form of you! I saw him with my own eyes. He had this glowing diamond on his head!”
“That’s silly, I’ve never heard of an Eric Strum before in my life!”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive, Jonny. Why don’t you come to the headquarters here in Boston though and maybe we can figure out what happened to Patrick.”
“I can’t lose him. This is my fault, and I want to do anything and everything I can to save him!”
“I know. That’s how I feel about you Jonny.”
“Awe. Thanks, Evelyn. I’ll be in Boston ASAP!”
“Cool. Just don’t get into any trouble along the way, alright?”
“When have I ever gotten into any trouble?”
“You really wanna go down that route?”
“Ha-ha. See you soon, Eve!”
They hung up. Evelyn did a happy back summersault in the air. She squealed with excitement. Even though she was a tough female superhero, she had her own perks and she had feelings. Jonathan was her boyfriend after all. They’d been best friends since childhood and then a few months ago, over summer, Jonathan and Evelyn felt differently about one another. They wanted to be more than friends and that finally came true, after peer pressure from friends, a few weeks ago.
“Jonny’s coming to Boston!!”
She zigged and zagged with eagerness and then dove downward toward her destination. There was a building to the side of the Boston Garden (Bruins Arena) known as “The North Side” - this was where she had her base at. She quickly flew into the building and landed, deactivating her heroine look by hitting a button on the side of her watch and returned to a normal human being.
A magical glow surrounded her, becoming brighter and brighter, until poof! It was gone. And she was no longer a super heroine. She continued forward, tapping her watch into an "off" mode.
Her mortal form consisted of one of her arms being tattooed rather heavily like Tyler Seguin. She now had jeans and a loose fitting black and gold tank top. But her hair was red as ever and her eyes glowed a grayish blue, like Patrick Kane’s.
“Brad!” she called out. “Yo, Hawkley!”
“Evelyn!!” a voice cried out from the side.
A young curly blonde girl scampered out of the shadows. She was wearing a pretty yellow and white sundress with thin spaghetti straps and had hair that ran down her back and almost to the floor, but ended rather at her waist. She looked like the Harry Potter character, Luna. In her hand she had a wand-like object. (Very much like Luna Lovegood.) She was flicking it around happily in the air.
“Hey, Kelly!” Evelyn greeted with a smile.
“Look what Brad taught me how to do?!” she exclaimed, raising the wand up in front of her and then flicking it forward with tremendous quickness and producing a flame out of the tip. “Cool, huh? I can produce fire!”
“That’s cool, but where’s Brad, I need to speak to him! It is of most importance.”
“He’s in the main room on the computer, he was talking to some guy, your little tech buddy about something!” she remarked, giggling.
“Thanks, not sure why they are talking, but hey maybe Brad has computer issues or something."
"Yeah...I don't know. They never really talk to one another, Brad doesn't exactly like your Techie friend. And I didn't want to eavesdrop, you know Brad has superhearing. But I'm sure that it's something important with technology and an emergency!"
"Yeah. You should continued trying to work on the telepathic powers though, you need work there. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay!” Kelly bounced off, flicking her wand and producing a fire whip, like a streamer in dance shows. Even though she was the same age as Evelyn, 23, she acted like a little kid. It was just her personality though. She was mature when she needed to be, so it was all fine.
Evelyn walked into the main room, where she spotted the big man in charge sitting at the massive computer in the headquarters. He spun in his chair at her entrance.
“Evelyn,” he spoke in a deep manager-like voice.
“Hey, Brad, we got a little bit of a problem.”
“Jonathan Toews? Did he get into trouble again?”
“No...well kind of. His friend Patrick Kane is the one in trouble.”
In the meantime/same time as previous chapter
Evelyn O’Reilly (AKA: Black Hawk) zeroed in on her target, hovering overhead. She was communicating with someone, through a gadget-watch on her gloved arm. She was in an all red armored jumpsuit with midnight black hawk wings protruding from her back, from where her shoulder cuff armor harness sat. The tips of the wings were red.
“Brad, what’s the latest?” she asked in a thick Canadian-Bostonian accent.
In the center of the watch was a screen, where a stereotypical guy’s face seemed to be giving her instructions. He was just like any other “boss” to a superhero. “The burglars are nearing the shops along Fenway Park!” the watch responded.
“Got it!” She immediately tapped a button on the side of the watch and zoomed downward, heading toward the ground. She lightly grazed it and then shot upward once more, hovering over the scene of the crime. “Time to kick butt, take names and teach lessons!”
The cool air of New England blew through her wavy mid-back length red hair. Evelyn’s eyes glowed with her hawk-vision, a super power she had with being special and a heroine, and she spotted the trio of burglars working to steal money from the shop that they’d chosen. Normally her vision covered a mile, but her hearing covered a good couple of miles, such as the distance from Boston to Chicago. And with her keen animalistic sense of hearing, she could pick up on the conversation from where she was paused in the air.
“We should target Fenway next! Hate those bloody Red Sox!” one of them snarled, laughing.
“New Yorkers!” the heroine hissed. “I should have know!”
She dove downward and landed with a loud thud on the ground, spinning up a temporary pile of dust. When it cleared, she stood tall and proud. “You can certainly try to attack Fenway and get away with it, but then again, I’m here.”
The trio paused in the process and spun to her. They all gasped. “Black Hawk?!”
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” she sped forward and grabbed one of the men by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t want to ever see any of your faces in Boston again!! I’m not a fan of New Yorkers...especially ones who are violent or out to cause trouble!”
The epic battle commenced. Evelyn punched one of the men in the face and sent him shooting away into the middle of next week (miles away). Then she knocked the other unconscious and had one more left.
“This is too easy.” Evelyn shook her head and sighed, as the mortal New Yorker tried to run her and hit her and attack her. She held her ground, simply pushing him back with a flap of her wings. The wind whipped up was powerful enough to keep him back.
During this one-sided battle, her phone rang with the “Chelsea Dagger” ringtone. She answered the call, cheerily “Evelyn O’Reilly, here.” She shot a glance to the guy, who looked like he was started to get exhausted, but was still determined to win. “Oh, hey Jonny! What’s up?” She twirled a strand of her crimson locks in her index finger, like a normal teenage girl chatting on the phone with someone.
On any given day, she'd be saving Jonathan Toews, her main Chicago Blackhawk damsel in distress. However, she had been assigned to this case as training and to keep herself busy, while the Blackhawks played. Things had been good so far and there was no problems with the Blackhawks, at least that her "Jonny Radar" knew.
Whenever Jonathan got into trouble and needed saving, her "radar" went off. It was mainly when she heard him scream. That was how he alerted her to have her help him out. It was strange that he was calling her though. What could he possibly want?
“Are you fighting?”
“Nah...well, yeah, but I can talk. Hang on. Let me end this fight.” She balled up her hand into a fist and then sent it flying forward into the face of the burglar, who flew backward and slammed into the brick of the building. This was too easy for her. “Alright, what’s up?”
“How do you do that so fast?”
“It’s just my strength. You know I’m a superhero Jonny.” Evelyn rolled her eyes, biting her lip in the process.
“Still…”
“Hey, tell me what’s wrong. You never call me at this time.” She turned away and spotted the police cars heading her way. Instantly she lifted up off the ground and into the air, still managing to chat on the phone with her friend. “That’s horrible, Jonny! Why would anyone kidnap sweet, innocent Peekaboo?”
“I don’t know, but I was thinking you might know or maybe have an idea on who an “Eric Strum” is?”
“Why would I know that?”
“Because he looked similar to you!! I know he looked just like an evil form of you! I saw him with my own eyes. He had this glowing diamond on his head!”
“That’s silly, I’ve never heard of an Eric Strum before in my life!”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive, Jonny. Why don’t you come to the headquarters here in Boston though and maybe we can figure out what happened to Patrick.”
“I can’t lose him. This is my fault, and I want to do anything and everything I can to save him!”
“I know. That’s how I feel about you Jonny.”
“Awe. Thanks, Evelyn. I’ll be in Boston ASAP!”
“Cool. Just don’t get into any trouble along the way, alright?”
“When have I ever gotten into any trouble?”
“You really wanna go down that route?”
“Ha-ha. See you soon, Eve!”
They hung up. Evelyn did a happy back summersault in the air. She squealed with excitement. Even though she was a tough female superhero, she had her own perks and she had feelings. Jonathan was her boyfriend after all. They’d been best friends since childhood and then a few months ago, over summer, Jonathan and Evelyn felt differently about one another. They wanted to be more than friends and that finally came true, after peer pressure from friends, a few weeks ago.
“Jonny’s coming to Boston!!”
She zigged and zagged with eagerness and then dove downward toward her destination. There was a building to the side of the Boston Garden (Bruins Arena) known as “The North Side” - this was where she had her base at. She quickly flew into the building and landed, deactivating her heroine look by hitting a button on the side of her watch and returned to a normal human being.
A magical glow surrounded her, becoming brighter and brighter, until poof! It was gone. And she was no longer a super heroine. She continued forward, tapping her watch into an "off" mode.
Her mortal form consisted of one of her arms being tattooed rather heavily like Tyler Seguin. She now had jeans and a loose fitting black and gold tank top. But her hair was red as ever and her eyes glowed a grayish blue, like Patrick Kane’s.
“Brad!” she called out. “Yo, Hawkley!”
“Evelyn!!” a voice cried out from the side.
A young curly blonde girl scampered out of the shadows. She was wearing a pretty yellow and white sundress with thin spaghetti straps and had hair that ran down her back and almost to the floor, but ended rather at her waist. She looked like the Harry Potter character, Luna. In her hand she had a wand-like object. (Very much like Luna Lovegood.) She was flicking it around happily in the air.
“Hey, Kelly!” Evelyn greeted with a smile.
“Look what Brad taught me how to do?!” she exclaimed, raising the wand up in front of her and then flicking it forward with tremendous quickness and producing a flame out of the tip. “Cool, huh? I can produce fire!”
“That’s cool, but where’s Brad, I need to speak to him! It is of most importance.”
“He’s in the main room on the computer, he was talking to some guy, your little tech buddy about something!” she remarked, giggling.
“Thanks, not sure why they are talking, but hey maybe Brad has computer issues or something."
"Yeah...I don't know. They never really talk to one another, Brad doesn't exactly like your Techie friend. And I didn't want to eavesdrop, you know Brad has superhearing. But I'm sure that it's something important with technology and an emergency!"
"Yeah. You should continued trying to work on the telepathic powers though, you need work there. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay!” Kelly bounced off, flicking her wand and producing a fire whip, like a streamer in dance shows. Even though she was the same age as Evelyn, 23, she acted like a little kid. It was just her personality though. She was mature when she needed to be, so it was all fine.
Evelyn walked into the main room, where she spotted the big man in charge sitting at the massive computer in the headquarters. He spun in his chair at her entrance.
“Evelyn,” he spoke in a deep manager-like voice.
“Hey, Brad, we got a little bit of a problem.”
“Jonathan Toews? Did he get into trouble again?”
“No...well kind of. His friend Patrick Kane is the one in trouble.”
Notes
OMG!!!! Now things get cool and awesome! Oh and GOOD!
Meet Black Hawk, the protector of the Chicago Blackhawks! :DDDD
Oh man...this next chapter!! It's gonna be up Friday, since Haunting Hallucinations ends then. I'm going to be moving this to be with Orlando and Perils! :) But anyway, this next chapter is gonna be extremely funny and awesome! I guarantee you will LOVE it.
Next up: Three Jonny Dilemmas!
@EvelynaKitty
1-3. Awesome! :D
4. Okay, cool! :)
5. Okay, I'll message you the limitations for Black Hole Creation ;)
2/16/15