User blog:Johndoe-m9/What It Takes to Be a Hero

May 26th, San Viento: the neighboring city of Grimsborough

(A slightly futuristic industrial and hip-hop-like city is shown)

Narrator: The city of San Viento, one of the toughest cities in New York named after one of the strongest winds of Mexico in history, contains one of the notorious gangs one could ever think of: purple, monstrous, and a legend of the entirety of the world... The Crosses! In place for the previous power gap of the Kingpin, the Inner Demons, Doctor Octopus, Ad Astra, Denise Daniels, ROZETTA, and Vipers and Skulls themselves. As their theological motto would say, "The Cross pierces the snake, and The Cross crushes the skull".

(A truck carrying radioactive waste is seen driving across the neighborhood. The driver whistles a tune while turning on the radio)

Singer: So oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh You need to calm down, you're being too loud And I'm just like oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (oh) You need to just stop Like can you just not step on his gown? You need to cal-

(The driver turns off the radio, not liking the song, and mutters with distaste)

(As the truck passes by, a parked black limousine with black windows chases after it. After the limo goes next to the truck, blonde middle-aged woman with a red bandana pops out of it to spy on the truck with her phone, detecting high amounts of radiation inside. The woman goes inside the limo, which has a few people, and reveals her stoic demeanor)

Isabelle Huxley (Leader of The Resistance); Age: 41, Height: 5'2", Weight: 127 lbs, Blood: O-

Isabelle: Our mission is to disable the truck and secure the radioactive isotopes inside this said truck. Raybury, Reyes, Oppenheimer, Guillermo, and Grimes, you ALL have a reason for being here...

Brad Raybury (The Resistance Teacher); Age: 27, Height: 5'9", 130 lbs, Blood: B+ Eva Reyes (The Resistance Scout); Age: 22, Height: 5'6", Weight: 127 lbs, Blood: A- Karl Oppenheimer (The Resistance Demolitions Expert); Age: 34, Height: 5'11", Weight: 193 lbs, Blood: AB- Guillermo Post (The Resistance Healer); Age: 30, Height: 5'7", Weight: 155 lbs, Blood: A+ James Grimes (The Resistance Vandal); Age: 25, Height: 5'5", Weight: 141 lbs, Blood: B-

Isabelle: You five are here are tasked to become escorts of the radiation tank. The gum you’re constantly chewing right now is from Baxter Building in Manhattan that generates an impenetrable force field in case any radiation would leak out. All of you mustn’t be careless with it while we’re taking it away; that means you, Raybury.

Brad: Oh, come on! It’s four years ago and you’re still onto this?

Isabelle: Ignore him. Reyes, can you get a clear shot?

(Eva nods and gets a grappling gun out of her backpack. She pops out of the limo and shoots off two metal structures holding the tank. The limo then goes to the other side for Eva to shoot off another two of the structures. With the job done, the limo goes behind the truck and Eva grapples the tank to pull it down. Unfortunately, the tank gets launched over the limo and is sent flying into the unknown, much to the resistance’s shock)

Isabelle: Well, we can’t blame ourselves for stealing prototypes. Driver, get us to where the tank went!

(The driver turns the limo to where the tank flew. Meanwhile, the tank flies over several houses until it lands near a warehouse. Inside, two people are seen smoking weed and editing a rap video)

Rapper: Yo, Bak4Moor, how’s with the vid?

Bak4Moor: Dunno, Jet. Ya think it’s kinda efficient for us to be doin’ this? We’ve been going around the same for six hours already! Why not release it now?

Jet: Bak, that vid ain’t gonna be finished if there are 1-2 many ass-flavored goofs.

Bak4Moor: (reluctant) F**k, man. Are you really gonna push my ass off all the time?!

Female Rapper: (arrives by the door) Hey, Jet-Set, Bak4Moor, quit yo yapping and come take a look! And you too, everybodies!

(Jet-Set and Back4Moor follow the rapper along with three more rappers, a brainy one, a pink haired one, and a gas mask one. The six gasp upon seeing a radioactive waste tank)

Jet-Set: Are my eyes tricking me, or that sh*t looksa real?

Pink Haired Rapper: Obviously, we’re standing near a back of a tanker truck.

Brainy Rapper: Toxic Waste? It could be of good use, but how it is supposed to be our benefit in this lively city of ours?

Gas Mask Rapper: You always expect the worst, Redder. Maybe dat truck’s gonna help all of youse and me by making a goodass nuke! Let’s go for it! (goes to the truck)

Female Rapper: Yo, CO2! What the hell are you doing?!

Jet-Set: Do I have to do everything myself?

(Jet-Set chases CO2, who tries to open the lid, only to be stopped by his friend and be slapped)

CO2: Hey, what the f**k?

Jet-Set: Are you trying to get us all killed, asshole?

CO2: (dismissive) Pfft! Like you can make any dif-

(The lid of the tank explodes to reveal crystal radioactive waste, pushing Jet-Set and CO2 away while the other four scream and get covered in the waste. The Resistance arrives and comes out of the limousine, seeing the tanker spilling out the toxic waste)

Isabelle: Everybody, grab all what we need and get the heck out of here!

(The Resistance hurries and places the crystals in metal containers until they are full before throwing them into the limousine. The Resistance enters too and leave the scene. The rappers bust out of the waste with annoyed and shocked faces)

Female Rapper: (spits out waste) What the f**k, C? Are you f**kin’ stupid?

CO2: Not like your jokes are gonna make a difference.

Pink-Haired Rapper: Ugh, at least it didn’t ruin my makeup this time!

Bak4Moor: Goddamn... My head feels woozy from all of that crap! (regains his senses) And why am I seeing blurs of youse all around them places?

Redder: (comes out of the waste) How suspicious, we were just exposed to high levels of crystal radioactive isotopes of plutonium, yet we don’t seem to suffer from any fatal effects for 10 sec-

(Suddenly, Redder’s brain enlarges, scaring his friends)

Jet-Set: Yo! What the hell is that?!

Redder: So you may be all suggesting I’ve mutated from the radiation? (realizes what happened) Holy smokes, I can read your thoughts too? (looks at a puddle) And my head is huge!

Pink-Haired Rapper: (amazed) You’re not the only one, Red! (shows her nails, now longer) My nails are gonna have a long makeover soon!

Bak4Moor: (in disbelief) Really, Overdose POP!? Growing Wolverine nails? (laughs) What a joke!

CO2: Well, I don’t see you using her powers!

Redder: Oh, you will... you two will!

(Redder telekinetically lifts a tree up and throws it at CO2, who screams and tries to protect himself against it, only for the tree to disintegrate into ash by unknown fire, shocking everyone. Bak4Moor quickly leaves in a flash, shocking everyone more)

CO2: You gotta be kiddin’ me, Red! You scared the sh*t outta of Bak ova here! First, you spiked my Pepsi with a shot, and then you keep throwing sh*t at me?! You’re an insane bastard, you know that?

Redder: I made it 30% easier for you to get out of the way, you know? Ugh, even people couldn’t bother doing that in TV or movies back in the 90’s.

Female Rapper: Well, yo mama’s so stupid that she cracked your egghead for her omelettes!

(The female rapper grabs a derelict car and throws it at Redder, who telekinetically catches it)

Redder: (smug) Nice try, Sermon.

Female Rapper: (rushes and beats up Redder) Shut yo bitch-ass mouth, Redd! It’s Yo-Yo MaMa! When yo mama tells you what to do, you do it!

(Yo-Yo MaMa continues to beat up Redder while the three look on. Three people pass by the warehouses and hear the fighting occur. Not wanting to get involved, they walk away. Bak4Moor returns with a pack of beer and goes to into the warehouse. Jet-Set has enough of the fighting and confronts the two)

Jet-Set: Enough! Enough! ENOUGH! I SAID ENOUGH! (shouting) ARE BOTH OF YOU GODDAMN DEAF?!?!

(Jet-Set’s shout is loud enough to be heard by people near the warehouse, the Resistance in their limo, various cars in a traffic jam, shoppers in a mall, employees inside a business building, citizens that are either far from San Viento or are in Grimsborough, and the entirety of New York City. Yo-Yo MaMa and Redder stop fighting and concede while Bak4Moor comes back with a beer on his hand)

Bak4Moor: I heard shouting, what’s goin’ on? (drinks the beer)

(Inside the warehouse, the rappers are seen sitting on a table discussing something)

Jet-Set: Alright, since we’ve been all affected by this radioactive goop that gave us all powers, we’re all blessed with each of these powers that we didn’t expect, but been gifted for this city. (muttering) Normally, all of us will die from poisoning not long after. Whether that gift is Redder’s telekinesis...

(Redder manipulates some knives to chop onions, carrots, and celery on a chopping board in haste)

Jet-Set: ...and CO2’s fire conjuring...

CO2: (with Bak4Moor) Ok, this is gonna be hilarious. Redder, set the timer.

(Redder holds up a stopwatch as Bak4Moor is about to emit gas)

CO2: And 1, 2, 3!

FWOOSH!!!

(The rappers besides Jet-Set laugh at this hilarious moment)

Jet-Set: (annoyed) ...and Bak4Moor’s super-speed...

Bak4Moor: Ask, “How’s the Queen of England?”

Jet-Set: How’s the...

(Bak4Moor speeds away and reappears in a flash, now wearing a British hat)

Bak4Moor: She’s good.

Jet-Set: And Yo-Yo MaMa’s super strength...

(Yo-Yo MaMa confidently lifts a fridge at ease and spins it around before placing it down)

Yo-Yo MaMa: Yeah! You kiddies gotta listen to yo Ma from now on!

Jet-Set: Along with my shape-shifting powers. (transforms his face into Nicolas Cage) And look what we have here, Nick Cage! (transforms half of his face into John Travolta) And guess what, that guy from Face/Off! “It looks like your looking at a mirror when you’re not.”

Redder: Eh. Give it a 4. Not like Cage would do any good films for a couple of years to come.

Jet-Set: So were Overdose POP!’s.... (unsure) amazing ability to grow her fingernails.

(Overdose POP!, who is painting her nails, shrugs without question until she realizes something)

Overdose POP!: Wait, all of you guys have cool powers besides me?! Come on, dude!

CO2: Sorry Frankie, everyone gets one.

Jet-Set: Everybody, though you may be weak or strong with these gifts, we all have a responsibility to protect this city from them, never to use them for personal gain!

Bak4Moor: (wearing a fur coat) Yeah.

Overdose POP!: Kay.

CO2: Mmmhmm.

Redder: (getting floating peanut butter) Affirmative.

Yo-Yo MaMa: (holding two barbells) Alright then.

(The sextet place their hands together and raise them high before leaving the kitchen besides Redder)

5 minutes later...

(Redder and Yo-Yo MaMa are seen in the grocery store shopping for food. Redder becomes bored and goes to the vending machine to get a snack. He puts a dollar in and presses in “A3”, which is for a pack of Hairbo Goldbears. However, the pack is unable to come out of the machine after 2 seconds of the coil moving, prompting Redder to kick it a few times and shake it. The genius then gets his tablet and places plugs on the machine before hacking it)

Store Employee: Hey, what the hell are you doing?

(To add insult to injury, the employee arrives with a disgruntled look on his face)

Redder: If you don’t mind, I am fixing one of your vending machines that have recently malfunctioned.

Store Employee: (raises and eyebrow) Oh really? (points to a rules sign that reads “NO HACKING”) I’m calling the police. (puts his phone on speed dial)

Redder: (slightly sinister) Oh, would you? (squints his eyes and telekinetically manipulates the employee, now placed in a trance) Now, fix this machine. I desire a confectionary from it.

(Redder telekinetically slams the employee into the glass multiple times, smashing it and snapping him out of his trance. The employee realizes what’s happening to him and screams as Redder telekinetically beats him up)

Employee: AH! AH! AH!!! HELP ME! HELP ME!!! AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

(Redder is seen inside the car with Yo-Yo MaMa, who is driving it and oblivious of what happened back in the store. Suddenly, the car is stopped by a traffic jam, aggravating Yo-Yo MaMa. She then pops out of the window and honks her car horn)

Yo-Yo MaMa: HEY, IDIOTS! THE LIGHT IS GREEN! THE LIGHT IS GREEN!

(Near the green light, a stockbroker is seen obnoxiously talking to someone on his Bluetooth headset)

Stockbroker: Well, you might be surprised of how the competition of Sable International and Regiment 101 International’s going up. Though this could might mean the economy of other companies will be slightly decreased by a significant amount, you should always count me...

Yo-Yo MaMa: THAT’S IT! (exits the car) Redder, hold on to your seatbelt!

(Yo-Yo MaMa lifts up her car and furiously walks over various people inside the cars, scaring them while crushing their cars to reach the green light. She then jumps a fair distance away from the green light and goes back to the car to continue driving)

(Jet-Set and Overdose POP! are seen entering a barber shop, only to find no one here)

Overdose POP!: Hellooo? Are you guys here?

Jet-Set: Could they? All that I can hear is static. Let’s check the staff room.

(The two enter the staff room and find a note lying on the desk. Jet-Set picks it up and reads it)

Jet-Set: (scoffs) Break, right? You’re gonna learn the hard way when we see your face on the missing poster.

(Nathan arrives, provoking the two to slam the door shut)

Nathan: Hello? Barber?

(Jet-Set and POP! breath quickly in panic, possibly knowing Nathan before)

Overdose POP!: Crap... You saw that guy?

Jet-Set: Yeah, Mister Negative. Said he’s a changed man, but I’m not having it. There must be a way to find out more about that guy!

Overdose POP!: (has an idea) Then I must have a fortunate solution. I’ll go distract him while you disguise as a barber.

Jet-Set: Eh, I’m not sure of it, POP!. We have a motto for our powers, you know.

Overdose POP!: Come on, bro. Pleaseee? If we do it, I’ll never ask you for shopping money again and find a new job!

Jet-Set: Eh, what the hell? (morphs into a barber) Keep him busy. I can’t stay like this all day!

(POP! makes her move and increases her fingernail size a bit while Jet-Set pops out. As Nathan is reading a newspaper, POP! pretends to trip)

Overdose POP!: OW!

Nathan: Huh? (puts away newspaper) Young lady, are you alright?

Overdose POP!: (feigning annoyance) Does this look alright to you?! My fingernails are ruined, and my friends are gonna laugh at me with a nub like this! Thanks a lot, you clutz!

(POP! leaves while Jet-Set goes to Nathan)

Nathan: Oh, hello there.

Jet-Set: (feigning enthusiasm) Hello to you back, kind sir! Would you like a haircut for five dollars?

Nathan: Um... sure. But actually, I’m here to (reveals a poster of a missing dog) call in a missing dog case, 10 months after the last one. Last place Ferris went was here, though it seems empty.

Jet-Set: Well, you can talk about that missing dog later when we will fix up this hair! (gives Nathan a mirror) Now, which style would you want?

Nathan: I don’t know, to be honest. I’ve already learned to cut my hair at 12, so it wouldn’t be much of a problem to me. In fact, just removed the pieces of hair you consider long!

Jet-Set: Mm-hm.

(Outside, Jet-Set starts to cut Nathan’s hair off-screen. POP! is seen taking off her damaged nail before regrowing another one standing near the alley. Not long after, punching sounds and pain grunts are heard, indicating a fight going on)

SHATTER!

(Jet-Set quickly comes out of the barber shop, now with a broken window and hammer outside, with the bag of hair)

Jet-Set: Hurry, that guy’s gonna wake up!

(Jet-Set and POP! quickly leave)

(Inside a bar, a bartender pours a martini for a female patron)

Bartender: Your martini, ma’am.

Female Patron: Thanks.

SWOOP!

Female Patron: Hey! My drink is gone!

Bartender: Oh, I’m sorry, here’s another one. (pours another martini)

SWOOP!

Female Patron: Hey, what the hell is going on here?!

(The bartender, confused of what happened, tries to pour two more martinis, but they are quickly stolen by Bak4Moor, who appears next to the patron drunk and unsettled)

Bak4Moor: (drunk) Hey, do you have any pretzels or something? I gotta drive... (sees the woman, ecstatic) Oh-ho! Since when did you brought enough breasts into the class? Now that’s amore! (instantly passes out on the counter)

(CO2 is seen walking through a radio station, meeting a friend exiting the radio room)

CO2: Hallen, what’s up?

Hallen: (sighs) How’s it going, Clyde? Making another rap video again?

CO2: Eh, not really. Say, you wanna hang out like we did in 6th grade?

Hallen: Sorry, no can do. (checking his clipboard) I have a lot of shows and music vids to put on live, so maybe later?

CO2: Cool, but one question, did you remember when you called me a Hippopotamus?

Hallen: (nervous) Um... I think so?

CO2: WELL, BURN FOR IT, MOTHERF**KER!

(CO2 burns Hallen, making him scream and run in terror while objects in his path start burning too, even the banner that reads, “Fire Safety Month”. Soon after, everyone runs away from the burning radio station in terror while CO2 walks out it, chuckling sinisterly)

CO2: Nobody roasts the Purple Cross Rappers... (chuckles)

(Not long after, the rest of rappers continue their spree of mischief for personal gain; Jet-Set appears a giant wave on the beach to push and scare the swimmers and beachgoers away; Overdose POP!, annoyed of seeing multiple balloons and some obnoxious people in a neighborhood, uses her nails to pop the balloons, making the babies near them cry, and to scratch the people near her, injuring them; Yo-Yo MaMa uses her to strike a man away from a baseball stadium; Redder lift up multiple people in the air while watching a movie; and Bak4Moor continuously plays ding-dong ditch, switches mail around, and swipe money away from people along with messing up their clothing. Their actions are now seen on a screen, with Mick Farland and Pearl Joys reporting the situation)

Mick Farland: It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a special group of rappers of the San Viento Crosses.

Pearl Joys: This is one of the many public disturbances caused by these Purple Cross Rappers themselves, who somehow obtained superpowers. And this would be the third time these incidents happened around Grimsborough since the May 23rd time anomaly.

(The screen switches to show the rappers, each with their own signature quotes)

Mick Farland: Very strange story, Pearl. Coming up next: how’s the sale marketing drastically rising up the economy?

(In Grimsborough City Hall, the mayor is seen on the podium appeasing the people, who are furiously ranting)

Grimsborough Mayor: People of Grimsborough, we have a problem!

Angry Bald Guy: You’re damn right we do! That Jet-Set ass took my hair!

Angry Rich Man: And Speedy Gonzales stole my wallet; it had 5000 bucks!

Angry Mother: Even that pink girl ruined my daughter’s balloons!

Angry Crossing Guard: What about the destroyed cars on the road?!

Angry Store Employee: And the hacked vending machines?!

(A white card reading “YES” in place of Hallen is seen on the seat)

Grimsborough Mayor: Settle down, Hallen and everybody! We may be overpowered, but we cannot lose hope!

Bak4Moor: Oh yeah? Then what hope would you have when your mouth’s gonna taste our metal?!

(The rappers appear, with Yo-Yo MaMa throwing a security guard away and Jet-Set forming his arm into a machine gun)

Yo-Yo MaMa: You’re gonna get it now! Yo mama so hairy that when she went to there, those guys said, “Sorry, no pets allowed!”

Grimsborough Mayor: (dissatisfied) Ah, the rappers of San Viento. Are you here to take our money? Just for you to know, reinforcements are already here!

(The mayor attempts to call the reinforcements, but Redder telekinetically swipes the phone away and crushes it before CO2 incinerates it)

Grimsborough Mayor: You’re still not getting away with this, you juvenile crooks! You‘re never going to lay a finger on this...

Redder: Silence. (pushes the mayor’s mouth to shut him up)

CO2: (chuckles) You really think you can go up against the Purple Cross Rappers, do you, DeRad Baker? Soon, once we take over your weak city, everybody will praise us burning hell!

Jet-Set: And your social order is going to follow our demands: 1. Build a statue of us, 2. Send our message worldwide for everybody to see, and 3. We will be watching your every move! And we will also dominate your city!

Overdose POP!: And we’re gonna make all of ya hurt more than just a few misdemeanors.

Teenage Girl: (scoffs) Seriously? More incomplete nails? They’re like so 5 years ago!

SLASH!

Teenage Girl: OW! (provoked) What the...?! Is it bleeding? (to the other girls) Is my arm bleeding?

(The girls shake their heads)

Teenage Girl: Oh, okay, but ow still!

Jet-Set: Either way... (morphs into a T-Rex)

CO2: (sets his hands on fire) Whether you like it or not...

Redder: (lifts up several pens, bullets, credit cards, and other miscellaneous objects) ...you’re going to bow down to all of us...

Yo-Yo MaMa: (cracks her knuckles) ...until you break! (grabs a floating pencil and snaps it in half)

Bak4Moor: Deus vult, bitches. (speed away)

Jet-Set: Come on, let’s go have some real fun.

(The rappers leaves, with Jet-Set crashing through the entrance and Redder dropping the objects down. Everyone stands there speechless, until...)

Baker: (calling someone) Hello? Service? I would like to report an emergency.

(Several soldiers are seen loading their guns and obtaining various tactical gadgets from a box. They then march in rows and groups until they reach the shutter. Helicopters, armored cars, and tanks are seen being activated and driven by the soldiers, nearing behind Tetra Darke, who is standing near the shutter with a stern look on her face)

Tetra Darke (Regiment 101 Team Leader); Age: 27, Height: 5'8", Weight: 155 lbs, Blood: A-

Tetra: Alright, you should all know what the deal is. I’ve got from Mayor Concern about the ongoing superhuman problem. Whatever what’s that supposed to be, it wouldn’t matter for all of us. The police obviously aren’t gonna do shit about this. Kennedy, get the projector!

BLOOM.

(A blue screen of the plan against the rappers is shown)

Tetra: So, we all know that they’re going to attack one of the weakened districts first, given how they were affected by both the earthquake and “revolutionary” attack. It could be Money Mile, the financial district, Maple Heights, the aristocratic district, or Newmark, which had adapted from the troubles of the earthquake. There could be a 33.3 percent of them attacking these districts, as there is no doubt that they will always stick together. Three of you companies will try to corner and...

'''RING! RING!'''

Tetra: (sighs and answers the call, annoyed) What, is it another prank call that you’re going to make? (shocked) You what?! Reynolds, how the hell did you got all of this stuff? Isn’t it not R101 property?!

(Tetra heads more chatter until she cancels the call)

Tetra: (sighs, exasperated) Fucking idiot.

(Rook is seen driving his police car with Gloria, Gabriel, Cathy, and Ramirez)

Cathy: Alright, here’s the deal: the rappers would be still around this crazy city somewhere to promote their lethal actions. Utopia and I had scanned this city to figure out all possible locations of these troublemakers. Kinda reminds me of my troublemaking days as a college student.

Gabriel: And coincidentally, I’ve met a kid who seems to had similar problems like you.

Cathy: Yeah, but fact is, he may or may not be a Stand User or a tech expert to keep up enough distance. (emits aura and summons Utopia, holds up a photo) Utopia, find the rappers identified in this photo.

Utopia: With pleasure, Catherine. (flies off)

Gloria: Rook, shouldn’t we have Jones and the others do the job?

Rook: Doubt it. Rita, Martine, Jasper, and Amir are flying somewhere with Mia, Zoe, and the Newbie, Rupert’s out of the city for a while, Alex’s doing something with his pet Drone, Grace had so many clients to work with, and Jones... is busy with something.

Gloria: (unimpressed) Lemme guess: a bathroom break?

(At a public bathroom, Jones is seen doing something with the toilet, only his feet being shown)

Jones: AAAHHHHH! Come on! Push! Push! Push it in, Jones! You’re a cop, so you gotta do something with this trash, right?

SPLASH!

Jones: ARRGHH, GOD! Why do I have to eat that so many donuts and custards at that bakery?! Man, does it really have to require more horsepower?!

(Jones comes out of the stall, with a tired look on his face. The toilet is actually revealed to be clogged with thousands of papers coming and made from illegal activities)

Jones: Jeez, why does taking down multiple pieces of lightweight look very hard to handle?! I’ve just wasted 200 dollars on the bakery to relieve my own crappy experience outside and inside. Is anyone around? (shrugs and gets a lighter)

(Back at the car...)

Rook: Seriously?

Gloria: Yep, as serious as Martin Riggs would be.

Ramirez: And as an act of coincidence, it almost feels like we’re watching Lethal Weapon in real life.

Gabriel: Um, Ramirez, we’ve only known each other for about 18 months right now. Isn’t there another friendship reference for us to talk about?