Chapter 8: The Man
The rain and hail were heavy, solid blocks of ice hitting hard enough to shatter glass and dent cars, the water soaking a grown man to the bone in seconds. It came down harsh and wild, with the winds ripping vehicles off the streets. The rain was loud, but the siren warning of the incoming danger was far more deafening.
'A tsunami is approaching the city. Evacuate to higher ground immediately. A tsunami is approaching the city. Evacuate to higher ground immediately.'
Big enough to cast a shadow on the entire city, bringing a wave that would smash most of the buildings flat at any moment, this freakish storm had seemingly appeared from thin air and without warning. With nowhere to run or flee, many people stared in horror, shock, and some acceptance.
Yet, they sometimes say that in the darkness, a person will truly see the light. On the road, a woman had been running in an effort to escape, despite the fact that there was nowhere to go. She reached her breaking point, her legs buckling and giving out beneath her. She dropped down, breathing heavily, her head cocked to the side as she stared at the massive wall of water. It was so dark that it almost looked black, and she knew how stabbing the cold would be when it engulfed her.
That was when something in front of the massive wave caught her eye.
The woman's eyes squinted ever so slightly as she stared at the tsunami that would crush her any second now. It almost looked like there was a golden glow that came from the road directly in front of the black wave.
"Oh, my God." The realization hit her. She wasn't the only one who had stopped and stared. Many people turned to the light as it began to grow. Even as the ice fell and the water spilled, the glowing didn't stop as something waited for it.
"Is that... It is! It's really her! The Victorian!"
The light in the darkness. A woman stood, waiting for the tsunami. A red flowing cape was wrapped over her, a skintight suit showed off her muscles, and a golden light seemed to burst forth from the air around her. The woman, the Victorian, the greatest hero in the world, took a deep breath.
Then, in an instant, she breathed out. It came out so hard and so fast that the tsunami was instantly frozen, an entire ocean's worth of water changing into a wave of ice. Slowly, the woman pulled her fist back.
Then, with a single mighty punch, she exploded the tsunami.