JLA Golden age of heroes: Big Bang Fury Part 1

OK, here’s the start of the newest arc. Enjoy everyone.

The Big Bang Fury part 1

(Dakota City, Michigan. 2 Weeks ago. March 1st, 22:34. Dakota City Docks)

Two groups of gangsters are heading towards each other, glaring darkly. One in particular, an African-American young man with a blue bandana and a black jacket with the name ‘Paris Island Blood’ glared at a group called the ‘Force Syndicate’ as the two large gangs went out towards each other.

“Wade, wait!” Said a voice as the leader looked and scowled when he saw two teens walk up. The one that caught his eye the most was a teen with curly dreads, dark brown eyes, a black t-shirt under a blue jacket and a pair of jeans with yellow and green shoes and a backwards baseball cap.

“Virgil, what took ya? And why is that homo doin’ with ya?” Asked Wade, giving the Caucasian of the two a glare.

“Nice to see you too, Wade.” Said the teen, adjusting his glasses. The teen in question had short blonde hair, a pair of wire-rim glasses, a green jacket over a white t-shirt, a pair of jeans and black shoes.

“Listen man, we gotta go. Now. Come on, Richie and I can lead you out of here” Virgil said, ignoring that last question as Wade scowled.

“Listen Hawkins, we’re tight and all, but ya better be here to help the Blood take out that Adams punk. If not, get lost.” Said a taller teen, giving him a scowl.

“Listen Lenny, we’re serious here! We’re not gonna let you guys get killed over some stupid rivalry with Ivan Adams and his pals.” Said Richie as a laugh is heard as a young man came up with a smirk.

“Better listen to your homie, Wade. He’s got brains, I’ll him that.” Said a thin but muscular young man with a blue vest over a ‘Force Syndicate’ shirt and a pair of jeans.

An Asian young man with a short goatee just laughed a bit, as he says, “Come on, guys…lets just get this over with…the fun is going to start soon~.” He said the last part with great excitement, getting a pocketknife out.

“Yeah, come on, Ivan…lets just take them out now.” Said a Hispanic young woman with a red top and plaid skirt, with her hair in a ponytail with the same symbol on her shirt.

Wade glared at this as he shoved the two asides as he says, “Come on, guys. Lets teach these guys a lesson.” A bigger guy smirked at this as the two gangs ran at each other, as Wade and Ivan began to trade blows.

“Oh come on guys, lets talk about this!” said Virgil before he was shoved against a group of crates with Richie as the crazy member. “Uh…HEY, Shiro, whats up?”

“Oh you know…things.” He said with a smirk. “Yo Money B, I got him.” A red-haired young man walked up, smirking darkly as he cracked his knuckles, wearing a ‘Force Syndicate’ jacket.

“You punks made a big mistake, nerds. Time to teach you who runs these streets.” Said the teen as he smirked. “Keep them still, Shiv. Yo Byron, Carmen, give me a hand.” Two larger teens came up, both of them cracking their knuckles.

“Now come on, Byron. What would your sister think?” Virgil said nervously, as Byron, a tall African-American teen, just glared at this as he grabs him by the front of his shirt. “…Heh, strike a nerve?”

“Ya better believe it, punk.” Byron said as lights suddenly filled the docks. Francis looked up, as did Shiro and Byron.

“Crap, it’s the cops!” Said Francis as Byron and Shiro dropped the two teens as they made a run for it, as a small explosive was fired down as Virgil saw it landed by a few canisters.

“Richie, move!” said Virgil said as the two made a run for it as the tear gas bomb exploded, accidentally igniting the canisters next to it as it exploded into a large, violet mist that filled the docks.

The two gangs began to cough as the entire docks and areas near it began to fill with smoke. Virgil coughed as he yells, “Wade, where are you!?” as a scream of pain came out as he was suddenly grabbed by the shirt by someone who was starting to grow what looked like claws and armor.

“Kid, be a pal! Help us!” he said as he coughed, but Virgil shoved him off out of fear as he looked around, panicking.

“V, over here…” Wade said as he coughed, getting Virgil’s attention as he ran over. “Bro, we gotta…*cough* out of here…” He yelled out in pain as he held his stomach area with pain.

“Wade!” said Virgil as he and Richie both coughed as they tried to help him as they heard screaming as they turned to one of the more muscular young men began to have his skin darken and began to become more like asphalt, as another screamed in pain as his arm began to extend in a painful proportion as he gripped it in pain.

Virgil panted a bit as he heard a few women screamed as he looked to his right as he saw the Hispanic girl from before screaming out loudly, her voice becoming deafening as her arms began to become more like bird wings and clawed hands as another began to turn into mist, while a third began to become distorted in form of muscle growth.

Virgil began to help drag Wade with Richie as Wade groaned, his eyes glowing a bit as he gripped his head, before Richie suddenly collapsed as he began to hack up, gripping his head. “Rich, what’s going on…?” Virgil asked as Richie gripped his head in pain.

“Gah…my head…it hurts!” said Richie as his eyes flashed blue before Wade collapsed as Virgil gripped his own head, as he gripped his arm.

“My body…it’s starting to burn…” Virgil groaned as he yelled out in pain as sparks flew out of his body, sending large volts as Ivan began to sink into the darkness from the sudden amount of light as Francis began to smoke, as he began to pass out.

Virgil yelled out in pain as sparks flew all around the area, knocking out the lights as he passed out, among the many of gangsters as the mist began to dissipate, as a woman wearing a hazmat suit began to come over.

“Oh god…VIRGIL!” said the woman as she ran over. “Virgil, wake up!” she began to shake him, trying to wake him up. “Someone get these kids to a hospital! They need medical attention, now!” People in hazmat suits arrived and began to put people on stretchers to get them to the hospital, as the officer helped Virgil and Richie onto their own stretchers.

(Present)

(Dakota City, Michigan. Ernest Hemingway High School. March 20th, 11:47)

It was a couple weeks since the event at the docks, and everything was as normal as it could. Most of the gangsters did die, with some going missing while the survivors want to make themselves better.

But those who survived were trying to get back to a normal routine, especially one Virgil Hawkins, who was sitting in a classroom, a bored expression on his face.

“Alright, now can anyone give me a hand with this chemical composition? Mr. Hawkins? Mr. Hawkins.” A man at the front of the class said as Virgil looked up.

“Huh? Oh, sorry Mr. Fawkes. Hmm…” Virgil looked at the board…and nods. “I can help.” He got up at this as he went to the front of the class, as a lighter-toned African-American girl with a flower shirt watched him, adjusting her glasses a bit.

Mr. Fawkes, a middle-aged Caucasian man with a simple gray shirt under a black jacket and a pair of nice jeans, nods as he adjusts his glasses as Virgil came up and got some goggles on. “Alright, you were paying attention, right?”

“Yeah teach, don’t worry. Remember, I’m one of the best chemistry kids here.” Said Virgil as he got a vial. “Alright…mix in a bit of magnesium into the mix and we should get the effect we want.” He put in a small amount of magnesium powder into the liquid before getting out a rod and mixed it, causing the liquid to turn blue. “OK…and now, for the moment of truth.” He then got out a penny and flips it into the liquid, allowing it to start a reaction.

The class claps as Virgil gives a mock bow as Mr. Fawkes chuckles as he says, “Excellent job, Mr. Hawkins.’

“Thanks Teach, nothing…to…it…” Virgil said as he noticed the liquid starting to turn violet…as he groaned a bit, as if a headache was forming.

“What’s wrong, Virgil?” his teacher asked, concerned as Virgil put a hand up.

“I’m good, really.” Virgil said as he went back to his seat and looked outside…before he could have sworn he saw a figure fly by the window. He sighed as he wasn’t aware of a shadowy figure watching from outside before disappearing from sight.

(Dakota City Docks. March 20th, 12:02)

At the docks at this time, studying the events after being allowed by the police department, was five members of the Titans arrived; Nightwing, Starfire, Raven, Terra and Beast Boy. The five looked around as Beast boy asks, “is Roy back with the food yet?”

“Patience, Garfield.” Raven said, looking around as Starfire had an analyzer out before hearing a motorcycle come in as she saw a red motorcycle come in as Red Arrow came over with bags of food.

“Found a Burger Fool. Don’t worry, BB, they had wraps so I just told them to put the salad in a wrap for you. Though you’d be surprised how they felt when they saw a superhero in their drive through.’ Roy said with a chuckle as Raven took a bag as Terra took three for herself while they all sat down and ate.

“So, see anything weird?” asked Beast boy as he took a few fries and ate them while Roy ate a burger.

“Not really. OK, I saw a woman who looked like a walking brick wall working a woman made of water stopping a fire, but other than that…not really.” Roy said as he heard his communicator call out as he got out the Teen Titans communicator. “Red Arrow here.”

“Hi Papa. How is Dakota?’ asked a voice on the other side as Roy chuckled.

“Hey princess, it’s doing good. You being good for Aunt Donna?” Roy asked, as Nightwing smiled a bit at this as he ate, looking towards the city.

“Is everyone OK?” the child on the other side asked, as Roy nods.

“Yeah Lian, everyone is ok. See?” He said, getting his communicator to look at the others, as they all waved to the image of a brown-haired three year old girl in a red hoodie and a pair of jeans.

“Don’t worry, Roy. I can keep an eye on her. Besides, Bushido and KF can handle the mission. It’s just Mumbo. All West has to do is take away that wand of his.” Donna said with a smirk as Roy nods, but looks up as he saw a figure coming over.

“We gotta go. See you when I get back, Lian.” Said Roy as Lian nods as she waved.

“Bye-bye.” Lian said as the communicator turned off as a figure began to descend, revealing itself to be a tall, muscular, African-American man with a red and black full-body jumpsuit with a pair of black boots, a green cape connected to a golden ring that is attached to his shirt, and a black domino mask.

“Salutations.” Said the man with a deep voice. “My name is Icon, I am the one who called you here. I asked by my Kryptonian friend, Superman, if he could originally come, but asked for all of you. And I am thankful that you could come at such short notice.”

“Noh propblem.” Said Terra with her mouth full as she ate a burger before swallowing. “Ahem…sorry.”

“It is alright. This is the situation; a couple weeks ago, Rocket and I were called to take care of a problem at the docks. When we arrived, a blanket of purple smoke was over the area. Thanks to the technology of my people from Terminus, we were unaffected by the mist.”

“What does it do?” asked Raven, looking at him curiously. Icon sighed as he got out a device that looked like a large smart phone and began to type on it.

“These were crime scene photographs taken at the scene…be prepared for some…gruesome sights.” Said Icon as images began to show, as it showed many young teens and several bystanders with horrific mutations, be it distorted arms and legs, misshapen heads or even extra limbs or some sort of physiological change.

“Damn…what happened to them?” asked Roy, as Icon showed a DNA strand next.

“Their metagenes were activated.” Icon said, as Beast Boy looked confused.

“Mete-what?” asked Beast Boy, confused as Icon chuckled a bit.

“A surprise you ask that, child. You have one. In fact, your blonde-haired friend has one as well, if I am correct. You see, a metagene is a recessive gene in every species’ DNA, but only a select few can use it and keep it from killing them. This mist, dubed ‘Quantum Vapor’, activated the gene’s inert mutation possibilities. But since the gene wasn’t as present as it should have been…the mutations were fatal and lead to many deaths.”

“Any survivors?” asked Nightwing as Icon nods, before he paused and got out a small device as he put it into his ear.

“Yes? Ah, Software. What did you find? What? You found out where the runaways went? Ernest Hemmingway? That’s where Rocket is!” said Icon, shocked. He looked at the others as he says, “Six of the runaway Metahumans are heading to the high school, we better get there fast.” They all nod at this, as they got ready to go.

(Ernest Hemmingway High School. 12:45)

Virgil walked out of the cafeteria after lunch, sighing a bit as he headed to the science lab as he heard some metal moving. He looked confused as he saw his friend Richie was working on something.

“Yo Tesla, what are you working on?” asked Virgil as Richie looked up as he smirks.

“Just something I’ve been working on since I got out of the hospital. I had a lot of inspiration since I got home and I asked my science teacher if I could work on them on my free time, since I want to keep it ready to go.” Said Richie as he moved aside to reveal…a large, silver-colored half-dome of some kind with a red circle near the front and four, spider-like legs that look like straps when connected.

“…ok, I give, what is that thing? A new collectable you got from the Challengers of the Unknown fansite?” asked Virgil, unaware of a dark shadow forming behind them.

“Actually, it’s Backpack, a robot of my own design.” Said Richie with a smirk.

“Get out, you made a robot? OK, the hand-made walkie-talkies you made out of some spare broken phones were a tip off, but this is big. Man, bro, you’re going mad scientist on me?” asked Virgil.

“Says the guy who said his pops’ razor came to life when he was going for a shave, or when his bed lamp suddenly turned on when he reached out for it?” asked Richie as he sighs. “Listen dude…I think what happened at the bridge…you know, made us different.”

“Explains the headaches I’ve been getting…and everything else.” Said Virgil as the lights suddenly went out. “…That can’t be good…”

“Ya think, small fry?” asked a voice as the two turned as Richie took his robot carefully as a shadowy being formed, releasing five others.

“Wait…Byron? Martin? Teresa? Shiro? …and a giant…what the hell is that?” Virgil asked, seeing four people he recognized…with what appeared to be a large, humanoid dark brown Armadillo, who glares with his black eyes.

“It’s me, Carmen. Ya know...one of the Force Syndicate?” said the humanoid armadillo, who glared as his claws became more noticeable.

“…OH YEAH…wait, ah man…ouch.” Said Virgil. “Listen, I think you should go back to the hospital-gah!” An energy shuriken almost hit him as Shiro smirked darkly.

“Hospital? Heheh, that is not likely you little punk, because we’re not going back. You got out early, same with your buddy there, because of ‘headaches’ while we mutated! SO yeah…we waited until you were alone so we can show you how we feel about that.”

“Oh come on, we didn’t do anything.” Said Richie, as a dark growl is heard.

“No, you did…you punks got in my way…and I don’t like that…not one bit.” Said a voice with a faint echo, as Virgil went wide-eyed.

“Ivan? Is that you?” asked Virgil, looking around. “Where are you?”

“I’m everywhere right now, ‘hero’. I bet you felt so high and mighty, trying to mess with my crew…who are now mostly DEAD because of you two getting in my way!” said Ivan’s voice as Richie glares.

“Hey, all we did was try and stop you guys from killing each other! Your crew was about to kill us!’ said Richie as he was sent back. “Gah!”

“Rich!” said Virgil as what looked like a shadowy hand as a misty form began to form suddenly grabbed him. “Wait a minute…Ivan/ is that you?”

“Ivan died that night, kid…because of you…now all that’s left is a darkness that needs to spread…and a dawn of a new era of mankind…the new breed are here…and I’m gonna lead them.” Said the figure as it solidified, taking the form of a humanoid being made entirely of darkness with a dark gray vest and a pair of black pants with black and violet skin with pitch-white eyes.

“Call me Ebon, kiddo…and this is the MetaBreed: Shiv.” Shiro, aka ‘Shiv’ got an energy blade out with a smirk. “Talon.” Teresa/Talon flexed her newly formed talons as her feathered arms smirked, her falcon-like gaze glaring at a groaning Richie. “Boom.” Byron/Boom opened his jacket, revealing what looked like an amp on his chest. “Hotstreak” Martin smirked as his hair suddenly turnedi nto flames, as did his arms as he smirked darkly. “And Carmen Dillo.” Carmen just smirked a bit, showing off his claws.

“Ah crap…” said Virgil as he backed up. “Listen…just…stay away from us…”

“Sorry V…NOT gonna happen until I roast ya. And sadly…no one is gonna be saving you…” Hotstreak smirked as the six advanced, as Virgil put his backed up, unaware of sparks forming.

“GET AWAY!” Said Virgil as he fired a blast of electricity, hitting Carmen as he yelled out from the shock. ‘…What the…?” asked Virgil, shocked as he saw his arms were glowing with electricity.

“well…you are full of surprises, aren’t you kid?” Asked Ebon with a glare as Richie groaned until a figure became noticeable in outside, as a cloaked figure put a hand out.

‘Take them out!” said Shiv as his hands glowed, before a cold wind came in.

“You shall not harm these two…Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” said a voice as a energy raven came in and flew in and grabbed the two, shocking the six inside.

The raven flew away and landed on a roof near by as Virgil and Richie both fell out of the shadows, both groaning.

“OK…that was freaky…” Virgil said as he shuddered…before the two look up in shock as they saw the Titans in front of him. “No way…”

“Kid, you two got a lot of explaining to do.” Nightwing said calmly, as Virgil and Richie looked at each other nervously at this.

End of Part 1

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