Teen's Shouldn't Wear Capes Vol. 1 {Torridsoul x Black Ravager}

[torridsoul]

The soft sound filled the cool night air from above her head, meow... meow... meow... she was rescuing another cat from a goddamn tree. When Fever had signed up to be the sidekick to the super hero The Sentinel, she'd thought it would be more exciting to say the least! The Sentinel was a good hero really... better than good even, he prided himself on protecting the citizens of Carbon City from crimes of all calibers from a snatched purse, to a convenience store robbery, to a full blown Villain attack (you'd be surprised how often these don't happen). He also prided himself in serving the people of his city from the mundane to the spectacular.

Fever of course always got stuck with the mundane. Even though she thought it was a seriously bad idea for her to be the one rescuing a lovely, adorable, mewing ball of fur from the highest branch of what seemed like the tallest tree in the whole danged city; here she was staring up at the creature. Her hands were already warming, if she didn't calm herself she'd end up turning the adorable fuzzball into a flaming fuzzball... which would be bunk for her reputation not mention her state of mind.

Sure she'd set countless items (and people) on fire with her inability to calm her raging emotions, something about burning up kittens scared the bejeebus out of her. Fever wished it would scare the fire out of her. "Think happy thoughts... think happy thoughts" she chanted, and then slowly she rose from the ground hovering in front of the kitten. This she could do with no problem, imagine yourself weightless and float.

"Hi little kitty" she whispered and moved herself in closer "aren't you a pretty thing" she cooed, as she closed her eyes tight for a moment trying to focus all of her thoughts on the adorable kitten rather than what she could do to the kitten. Fever could feel the heat in her hands fade, a smile stole across her lips. "I won't hurt you" Fever whispered gently as she reached out. The kitten must not have sensed any danger from her because it jumped right into her arms and nuzzled into her. If that didn't chase the fire out of Fever, then there probably wasn't much that would.

She lowered herself to the ground and handed the purring ball of cute in the arms of it's owner, who'd been watching Fever with obvious apprehension. "There you go! One kitten, safe and sound!"

"Thanks Fever!!!" the boy shouted as Fever floated high up above the city to continue her patrol of the city.

It was a quiet night, couples strolled hand in hand through the parks... the occasional bum wandered with their liquor bottles in brown paper bags and Fever would watch them, but they were mostly harmless. The cities busiest clubs filled to the brim and hummed with the electric music that pumped from speakers. Fever was envious of the people got to lead normal lives, whatever normal was.

Bored with her patrol Fever tucked her slim body into the C of the Carbon City Grand Hotel sign and watched the night passby... waiting for something, anything to happen; even if it was just another kitten in a tree.

 

[Black Ravager]

The Sentinel was known throughout the city, no, throughout the country for his heroism. A man who always put others before himself, who never let anger, fear, or greed get the better of him, and who was always willing to put his life on the line to save another no matter how low on the social ladder they were.

It was pathetic.

The man had enough power to make himself a king and he squandered it on people who could never repay him, who took him for granted and saw him more of a servant than a actual person. He practically resigned himself to slavery. He couldn't understand it, never having the chance or motivation to do as Sentinel did though he had personally been seated at the front row of a number of his greatest displays of heroism. Being the cause of them gave him plenty of opportunities to study the man.

Just down the street from the Carbon City Hotel a large man strode into the "Fine Diamond" jewelry store with a large duffel bag in hand. He made a note to send a note to the company that made their security system as it seemed quite adept at keeping out common criminals. Had he been a common criminal he would have undoubtedly given up before long. However, against the skill of the Black Flame, Carbon City's most-wanted supervillain, disabling the security system had been child play.

His monitoring devices placed around the city had been keeping a close eye on Fever, the young ward of the Sentinel. He had been making plans for her for months now, watching her every movement as she tried to control the flames within her. At first he wasn't sure why the Sentinel choose her as he had never taken a sidekick before. Then it dawned on him: she was dangerous, and the Sentinel preferred to keep her close by in case she went off. It was funny how much everyone in the city seemed to know how much of a danger she was but did nothing about it. Ah well. Regardless she was a perfect medium for revenge on the Sentinel, the soft-hearted fool obviously protective of the teenage girl.

The Black Flame began setting up shop in the store, preparing for the confrontation. He was not in his usual costume, instead dressed in a black ski mask and jacket. Everything about him screamed "common criminal", though his muscular frame filled it out well and at 6'2" he would have intimidated any common police officer that walked in on the scene.

He checked what looked like an iPhone from his pocket, the device telling him Fever was still by the hotel. "That was good", he thought as a black sphere of energy began crackling in his right hand. "She should definitely notice this then." With a gentle lob the ball of energy sailed through the air and struck the door of the store, the resulting explosion taking it out and sending it crashing into a parked car outside. As the smoke cleared and the howl of car alarms went off he smiled under his mask.

Showtime.

 

[torridsoul]

Time passed entirely to slowly for Fever, she laid nestled in the curve of the C in her black spandex catsuit (it was of course laced with another flame retardant material or she'd burn up every time she lost control). Fever conjured flames from the tips of her fingers, she could summon them no problem it was the first thing she had learned. Fever also generated heat, heat so hot that it could melt pretty much anything she touched. It was controlling all of this that she failed miserably at.

The Sentinel told her that as she aged and became more in control of her emotions that she would be able to control her abilities as well, since it seemed that the two were unfortunately connected. Because of this Fever could tell that people feared her, feared what she could do to them... on accident.

Fever was making fire dance across her palm when she heard the crash from down the street, she'd nearly fallen from the sign at the sound. The fire in her palm went out, but as her heart began to race the heat began to build. "Calm down, breathe... breathe..." she chanted softly as she slid her hand down her to the bracelet at her wrist, the button would send a signal to The Sentinel. The hero had devised the bracelet when he'd taken her on, it connected to a watch he wore and would signify a situation she didn't think she could handle alone.

Carefully she came down from the roof of the hotel and made her way down the street, her pulse kicked up again and she tried to even her breathing. The door to the Fine Diamond had been blown off and was wedged messily into the side of a car, a robbery? Who robs a store by blowing the door off?

She edged along the side and peeked into the doorway, the store looked empty and more than a little rattled by the blast that took the door off. But where was the criminal? A voice inside of her head screamed for her to wait for The Sentinel, but seventeen year old girls rarely listened to their gut... they simply acted.

Fever stepped into the store, kicking aside glass and forming a ball of fire in one hand as she made her way deeper into the store. The thief or thieves were probably in the back room she thought as she slowly began to survey the damage done.