Spectacular World

Kevin had spent his whole life trying to be the best. He studied three times a day: when he first woke up, during lunch, and before he went to bed. He exercised for three hours a day whenever he could and constantly read the new info on the local football players for the next game.

And on top of all of that, he was on a cocktail of drugs. Sure, his future wouldn't be the best, but the present was the only thing he cared about. He was as good as a human could get.

But that was just the thing.

In the end, he was human.

Gunfire rang throughout the air, hitting metal and stone. The warehouse had been dark, with only a large window up top allowing moonlight in. Well, that and the many flashes of fire.

Demonica's name was accurate, it seemed. The woman moved like a demon. The villain was fast. Most Supers were faster and stronger than your average human, but speedsters were something else. Almost like a cheat code, casually dodging gunfire and moving fast enough to cause their blows to land with devastating force.

Each goon the Bad Timer hit didn't get back up.

"Oh God," Kevin whispered, watching the woman dance through every person like it was nothing. They said God once created man, and it was the act of guns that made men equal. Tell that to a Super.

Demonica didn't just run through every person that came near her. The villain utterly destroyed them. Demonica crawled, going on the ceiling and the walls, her limbs twitching and distorting like something out of a horror movie, as fire blasted off of her, scorching anyone that got too close.

"We can't handle a Super, retreat!" Someone screamed out.

That caused Kevin to snap out of the trance. "This is our chance." He put his arm under the man in the suit and helped the guy up. "We can get out of here if we hurry."