*****Hi dear reader(s), I don't know if you're still interested in reading a story where one of the main characters has died, but I can rest assure you that you will be glad you stayed interested. And I'll give you one reason why: This idea will cover the history over a lot of the heroes, since I gave you a brief look at the villains' history. Don't worry though, throughout this idea, the history will be intermixing with all the action and sex that will be coming your way. Plus, I've gone back over the every chapter and noticed a few things I should've inputted, so expect some more things that you haven't seen in the previous chapters. I can't wait for you to see what I have in store for you and I hope you enjoy every chapter that follows. And remember, whether you liked it or not, please comment! I'd like to know what you think! DM23*****
Heroes/Heroines
Commander Shinobay - Force fields, Eye vision
Osprey - Bird-like abilities
Ghost - Invisibility, Intangibility
Zipper - Enhanced Speed
Shell - Bulletproof, Enhanced strength
Jasper - Pyrokinetic, Flight
Crystal - Cryokinetic
Hyper - Flight, Hyperbeams
Cherry - Teleporter, Martial artist
Dot - Cat-like abilities
Dr. Walton - Multitasking
Somewhere in the middle of Brazil, during the night of a new moon, screams were being heard. It only meant one thing: a village was under attack. But this wasn't because of rival villagers or corrupt businessmen trying to take a village's land. This was something frighteningly worse.
Insects. Man-sized Insects. Insects of all kinds from ants to termites, every type of beetle, centipedes and millipedes, praying mantis, and any other insect an entomologist would recognize.
They were walking all over the village taking all the females they could grab. Any males that tried to fight were killed swiftly, and fed upon. When there wasn't a female left to take, the insects retreated into the trees.
"Estranho da noite, nos ajude," the children silently wept.
There was no answer to their request, not that it could be heard over the stomping of the insects' feet. A few minutes later, they came up to a giant tree in the middle of the jungle. This wasn't an ordinary giant tree, though. This giant tree was probably three times taller than other giant trees.
It was also humming.
Or at least that's what the villagers thought it was doing. From somewhere around them, a low pitch sound was vibrating and drawing the insects to the tree. The insects started climbing the tree to get to the holes in the tree where there were other insects waiting to take the villagers into the midst of their nest.
As the first villager was about to be taken, the wind blew sharply and a heavy object knocked the insect that was waiting from out of the hole where it fell to its death. Then, when the insect holding the first villager was about to continue forward, something unseen cut across its abdomen, slicing it in half. It cried out in pain before dying and falling to the jungle floor below. The villager it was holding was caught by the unseen thing and was set in a tree.
"Estranho da noite!" the children happily yelled.
When the returning insects saw their comrade fall, they started stampeding towards the holes in the tree. But before they could make, their abdomens were sliced in half as the being responsible for the attack mercilessly rescued the villagers. The insects' cries reached the inside of the tree and suddenly a swarm of wasps, hornets, and other stinging insects emerged from the holes in the tree.
They saw the freed villagers fleeing and gave chase. Unbeknownst to them, the being made a spike shield behind the villagers, and the insects unintentionally impaled themselves against as they tried to grab the villagers. The being directed the villagers to the ocean, since they were close to it, so they would be safe from the danger the being was about to do.
It was going to destroy the tree.
Concentrating, the being uprooted smaller trees, levitated dead insects, chunks of rock, and even drew water from the ocean as it made the objects spin around in a make shift tornado. At first, it was slow and weak barely visible F1-sized tornado. But with every passing second, it grew into a colossus F5-sized tornado. Now that it was the right size, the being pushed it towards the tree.
It was a devastating attack. The objects in the makeshift twister struck the tree, shredding the bark of the tree and using the very same bark to break off even more bark. The insects flew out to launch a counterattack, but their plan was disrupted when some were struck with the objects in the makeshift twister. Whether they were struck or not, the wind from the twister caught them and used them to attack the tree, although they didn't inflict any damage.
By now, the wind of the twister was practically ripping the bark off itself, and didn't really need the objects to bring the tree down. However, the objects were useful for one more thing. The insects that were in the tree had realized their inevitable defeat and started flying away for their own safety. The being immediately sent the objects at the insects, bringing them down with deadly blows to the head or abdomen. Still yet, some insects managed to escape and the being went back to the tree, making sure that there was nothing left standing within a two-mile radius. Not even the roots survived the attack, as they were uprooted and shredded during the attack.
"Noite estranho nos salvou!" the villagers cheered. The being watched the villagers return to land, and later to their village, then flew off in the direction where the insects flew.
To be honest, it felt a bit nice to have someone cheer him for saving them. Not that the being knew what 'nice' was. It only saved them because they took care of it when it drifted in from the ocean one night and gave it a place to stay. When they saw what it could do, initially they were afraid, but days later they were over their fear and were letting it help take care of things around the village. The kids loved it immensely, of course, and were constantly playing around it until they were told to leave.
The being couldn't understand why they liked it, though. Although it looked human, it was covered in black smoke all over and spoke through mental images. 'Very nonhuman indeed,' it thought.
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It was one of those cool days where the sun was shining, the air felt great, the wind was nice and breezy, and Crystal and Max were the only two people on the planet. Not that Crystal cared, though. She was content with being alone with Max forever.
"I found us a spot, your Highness!" Max said in an English dialect.
