Introductions: Apollo
See I wasn’t always like this you know. I was a normal girl with normal dreams about going to college and getting my degree in psychology. But instead a stupid hero had to ruin my life. But let’s get back into it. I’m Apollo, the villain name given to me 23 on the run with my friends due to all of us committing “atrocities” towards our hero driven society.
“Apollo, get your head in the game!” yelled Hackleburg
“Yup sorry, running on 1 hour sleep right now!” I snap back. But that doesn’t really matter right now since I’m getting chased down by 2 heroes, one in a bright orange and purple suit chasing us by foot and one in the air with wings extending from his back like an attachment to his clothes soaring above us all and an army of police officers trying anything to block my path as I run through lines of trees in a dense forest.
I think we have a bit of time for introductions right now. See the short slim one with hair as dark as the night sky and a skin tone of a dark tan who yelled at me, that’s Hackleburg. Their power is Atmokinesis basically controlling weather but we don’t have time for that. The one to his left with the hair flowing in every which way with a caramel look, Big muscles, short but brave, skin looking like a light bake of cookies from the oven is Kiingereza or King for short and he’s able to control what language people speak but for now we gotta go.
As we ran down a hill I couldn’t help but look back to see if they’re still on the trail when suddenly a decaying leafy tree was thrown at us.
“Duck!” I yelled. But as soon as it was yelled I noticed it was spontaneously turned around and thrown the other way.
“And don’t try to throw anything else at us!” Hackleburg jeered back. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as I knew that my group had my back
“Hey, can one of you carry me? I know how we can lose them.” I said
“I got you!” King responded. Now I haven’t gone over my power yet but I’ll explain it. I have super intelligence and mind control and reading. I know basic powers compared to Hackleburg but that’s what allows me to communicate to you directly in this story so buckle up!
Suddenly a sensation of flight comes across me but I realize it’s just King picking me up, not the flying hero. But still at that moment I have one option to let us get away unharmed. So I take control of one of the heroes’ minds, more specifically the purple and orange one. Now I don’t know his name but what I got from reading his mind is he can obtain power by touching an item even without powers. So I of course touched a nearby tree. One that is strong, powerful and bulky and in front of the flying hero. You know where I’m going with this. So as quickly as I can I rapidly grow the tree via the power it gives ecokinesis. So I transfer back to my body to watch the show of panic of the flying bird hero as he smashes into the tree at full force and as the other guy is quickly apprehended for hurting the other hero. He luckily didn’t die and got back up swiftly but I smiled.
See a few years ago I wouldn’t have wanted to do that at all and instead thought it was cruel but what this world has given to me in return I can’t help but smile. It seems wrong to enjoy this moment but I savor it for another person who realizes the injustice that this world gives to people. As I maneuver my way forward deeper into it we take a stop
“Everyone ok?” King asks
“Well we’re all not dead so I suppose so? But instead we have to hide out for a week again.” Hackleburg replies
“Arent you a bundle of joy right now.”
“Sorry that tree took a lot out of me.”
“So how are we gonna get back to base? The cops are the only way but they’ve blocked it off.” I ask
“I could summon a tornado.”
“And hurt the rest of us? I don’t think so.”
“He has a point.”
“Why don’t you control some cops so we can rob them of their clothes Apollo?”
“I’m too tired to do such a bad idea. Why don’t you change them all to different languages to confuse them King?”
“Worth a shot. But if this fails we have to do my plan. I’ll start turning them into different languages but give me cover.” I stood in front of him while Hackleburg stood behind blocking him from each angle.
“Hold on a minute I’ve got 3 of them.” King said. At that moment I heard yelling in 3 different languages, each one more concerned than the last.
“How much longer.” I asked
“Almost done.” King responded. Suddenly another tree was lofted and thrown in our direction. Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck it down and incinerated it into a million little pieces of ash.
“Nice save Hacky.” I said
“Never call me that again.” Hackleburg said sternly
“It’s just a harmless nickname.”
“Still, don’t call me it.”
“Ok. How about Burg.”
“No.”
“Stop bickering, I’m on the last one!” King said agitatedly. Then I noticed something amazing. The sunrise. The group has been hidden for a while and we go out typically at night so we don’t see it but this one looked different from what I remembered. The beautiful textures of the orange and red collude to make a beautiful mix of colors. The sun beaming all true with its beautiful mix made it-
“I’m done! Let’s go.” King proclaimed. As we walked back through the winding forest a sense of calm hit me. I haven’t felt calm in a while. Not since well of course after I killed that hero. But still it was a weird feeling for me. As we got closer we heard muffled sounds of different languages. French, Spanish, Swahili, and more were clear to me but it felt calm. We go along the outskirts where they can’t see us
“Hao mababe walienda wapi?” One cop asked
“¿Qué dice todo el mundo?” Another asked. Each one was incoherent to another officer but to me and King we understood what each one was asking and saying. It was calming. I don’t know why everything is calming right now but it just is. Calm just washed over me and didn’t stop but I enjoyed it feeling that way. I haven’t felt this calm in a while but it was nice.
