Save the cheerleader save the prom Rated Silly

His long spiked claws tore yet another mindless thug why do they keep coming I dam where do they get all there henchmen. he thought.

How many do I have to kill till I get to the boss . The body's piled up next to him and he cloud taste the blood that splashed in his mouth salty warm . His blades retracted Great !! he thought anther shirt ruined why do they not have clothes in the comic books ,dam it costing me a fortune to be a superhero.

A shoot screams out but he moves to the side before the bullet hits him..

He can fell it happen before it dose it a kinda second sight one more of his powers . Looking up to see yet anther thug with a long rifle up on a platform, He points one finger at the thug and a small metal spike shoots out pinning him to the wall then anther rips trow his his neck .Then the thug eyes closed and his body fell limp it use to bother him to kill but it become like second nature to him now .

There the last of them I think Now it me and you Omen .. He wisped to him self

He smirked Omen what the hell kinda of name is that for a bad guy , Actually his name was Ricky , Ricky Lindermen a old class mate and friend before he be came a altered one. He moved to the door kicking it

open and looked in To the large room siting at a big chair on a platform was Ricky he was wearing a silly custom big red o on the chest .. He did not where a custom he figured just because I was altered dose not mean he was a geek . Next to him was Cindy His girlfriend and the head cheerleader she was hot he thought kinda like the whole tied up look maybe for another day he thought now I got to save here. Ricky was always jealous of me and her and now he was going to try to steel here like a crazy nerdy bad guy form those dumb ass books he read . Look Ricky ! let her go He shouted .. I am the Omen and soon you will be dead Scott .The custom figured replayed Yeah

his name was Scott he did not have some superhero name what the fuck for it not like every one did not know he was altered it happened right in front of every one in the middle of the hall at school so a secrete ID was just silly and what would he

call him self metal porky pine I had-+ steel spikes pop out all over my body .. Now Ricky he could he had a cool power and he could hid them but no he had to be a show off and become a villein Scott was never show why he chose the name the Omen as a name but he could move stuff with his mind heavy stuff like the large safe he is throwing at Scott right now

now .. Scott dodges aside Look Ricky I do not want to kill you but I think I can since you have decided to become a bad guy Scott shouted..

Ha ha Soon I will crush you and I will take Cindy she will learn to love me one day I know it .Ricky replied. Wow you have lost Scott thought Okay then I guess I will just take you out .. Scott pointed out his hand at Ricky fingers out stretched and four spike shoot out Ricky eyes opened wide and he quickly lifted his hand the spikes stopped dead just inches from him then turned Scott could feel

them coming at him as he dodged to the ground they stuck in the wall. Ricky laughed is that all you got thought you where a great jock, where are your star foot ball moves ..What ass Scott thought Ricky new how got kicked off the team when they found out I was altered .. Ricky stood up and gesture with both hands Scott could see that he was standing on a large sheet of metal and he was going to use his dam powers to crush me in to the celling ,He new he had to move fast jumping as far forward as he could to get off the trap .. He could not move fast enough or jump fare enough. Scott closed his eyes as he felt the end was near he could feel his body tense and there was a loud sound as the plat meet his steel quills stopping the plat from crushing him then Scott looked at Ricky and fired a spikes form his forehead Ricky lost contagion on the trap to stop the spikes form hitting him it sent Scott crashing to the floor and in one swift move Scott jetted forward and leaped on Ricky he pushed him to the ground and let all the spikes facing him rip trow his flesh his blood sprayed out and coved Cindy and Scott

Moments latter Scott could not feel Ricky moving any more the screams of pain died down Scott got up and retracted all his spikes . There was not much left to Ricky but a pool of blood and rendered flesh .. He reached out to Cindy and asked hey you okay she just sat there shaking staring at Scott ..He thought man it going to take a long time before she recovers form this maybe I should ask Karen to the

prom .. To bad she was hot.

The city skyline stretched out before Scott, his breaths heavy and his body aching. He stood amidst the aftermath of the fierce battle he'd just fought, his costume torn and bloodstained. The lifeless bodies of henchmen surrounded him, a testament to the relentless onslaught they'd unleashed.

Scott couldn't help but mull over the relentless waves of hired thugs that had come his way. It seemed as though no matter how many he dispatched, there were always more to take their place. The costumed life of a superhero wasn't without its downsides, and the perpetual need to replace ruined outfits was one of them.

His blades retracted with a mechanical whir, and he couldn't help but grimace. "Great," he muttered to himself, surveying the ruined costume. "Another shirt ruined. Why do they not have clothes in the comic books? Damn it, it's costing me a fortune to be a superhero."

A gunshot rang out, but Scott's heightened reflexes allowed him to sidestep the bullet just in time. His unique abilities granted him a kind of second sight, a premonition that warned him of imminent danger. It had saved his life countless times, and he didn't take it for granted.

He glanced up, spotting yet another henchman on a raised platform with a long rifle aimed in his direction. Without hesitation, Scott pointed a single finger at the thug, and a small metal spike shot out with precision, pinning him to the wall. Another spike swiftly followed, tearing through the man's neck. His eyes closed, and his body went limp. Killing was a skill that had become second nature to Scott, a grim necessity in his line of work.

"The last of them, I think. Now it's just me and you, Omen," he whispered to himself with a wry smirk. He couldn't help but find the name "Omen" amusing, as if Ricky, or rather, the man behind the name, was trying too hard to fit the villainous mold. "Omen? What the hell kind of name is that for a bad guy?"

In reality, Ricky's name was Ricky Lindermen, an old classmate and friend from before they became "altered ones." Scott moved confidently to the large door, delivering a powerful kick that sent it swinging open. There, sitting atop a grand chair on a raised platform, was Ricky, clad in a rather ridiculous costume featuring a big red 'O' emblazoned on his chest. Scott couldn't help but roll his eyes; he had no intention of adopting a costume of his own just because he had altered abilities. He was no geek.

Beside Ricky sat Cindy, his girlfriend and the head cheerleader, a striking beauty even in her precarious situation. Scott couldn't help but appreciate the whole "tied-up" look she had going on, but his priority was to save her. Ricky had always been jealous of Scott's relationship with Cindy, and now he was resorting to desperate measures, like a character from one of those comic books he read.

"Look, Ricky, let her go," Scott demanded, his voice firm.

"I am the Omen, and soon you will be dead, Scott," the costumed figure retorted.

"Yeah," Scott replied, not bothering with an alias. "My name is Scott. I don't need some superhero name. Everyone knows I'm altered. It happened right in front of everyone in the middle of the school hallway. A secret identity is just silly. And what would I call myself? 'Metal Porcupine'? I have steel spikes that pop out all over my body."

Ricky, in a show of power, raised his hands. Scott could see he was standing on a large sheet of metal, and it was clear Ricky intended to use his powers to crush him into the ceiling. Scott knew he had to move fast. He jumped as far forward as he could to escape the trap, but it wasn't far enough.

As the metal platform began to rise, Scott realized he couldn't escape in time. He closed his eyes, expecting the worst. A loud clang echoed through the room as the platform met his steel quills, preventing it from crushing him. Scott opened his eyes, relief washing over him, but his respite was short-lived.

Ricky, realizing his trap had failed, gestured with both hands. Scott saw that he was standing on a massive sheet of metal, and Ricky was about to use his powers to crush him. Scott had to move quickly. He leaped as far forward as he could, but it wasn't far enough.

Scott couldn't help but feel a surge of regret for how things had turned out. Ricky was once a friend, and now they were locked in this deadly confrontation. However, there was no other way out of this situation. He had to stop Ricky from harming Cindy and causing further chaos.

As the metal platform began to rise, Scott's mind raced. He needed a plan, and fast.