The Heroes of Little Springs

At first, Quiver was completely confused by what Jet was doing. However, once Jet explained, Quiver readied three ice arrows and took aim. She waited patiently for Jet's signal. And once she heard it, she let go of the string, sending the arrows flying.

Each arrow penetrated the gelatinous blob, one after the other. As it entered, the arrow spun with the beast, being caught up in Jet's speed and wind.

Much like the last attack, the blob's body began to stiffen, harden, and finally freeze as bluish ice crystals began to from. It spread all over, further then last time as the arrows and body stretched and spun.

Eventually the arrows froze a majority of the blob, from top to bottom, as Jet finally slowed his speed down to a halt. With the wind settled, frozen sludge sat where the beast once was. However the top of the sludge monster was still unexposed, as it stared down below at Quiver and Jet with a gargled growl.

However with most of its body frozen it had no more fight in it. "Not sure if it's art, but whatever." Jet said, shrugging.

Quiver lowered her bow and walked over towards the beast. She looked at it for a moment.

"So...any idea what kind of chemicals you got inside of you?" she asked, thinking over what had happened before the thug had been turned into a monster.

As soon as everything was settled, the doors to the exit of the makeshift lab opened forcefully. Flashing red and bluish lights bled into the room, allowing anyone to notice them almost obnoxiously.

Suddenly some police entered, armed with riot gear and guns. However they didn't seem intent on arresting or attacking Jet or Quiver this time. Confusingly Jet just watched as they all poured into the room.

They all knelt down, aiming at the beast, as they spread out within the room and aligned in ranks. Casually a man in a brownish trench coat walked in the middle, with his hands in pockets, and a brown derby hat.

With a smile, he looked at the two costumed heroes. "Good work you two." Is all he said. "Don't worry about earlier, that's all cleared up." He stated, staring at the growling beast.

"We're not sure what they were after or wanting to do, but we got it from here."

Quiver was glad the mix up was cleared. She merely listened to the officer but didn't say anything.

When the officer told her she could leave, she did. She tried to stay away from the officers as they did their job.

Once Quiver was gone, Jet sped to the exit. "Well I think I need a drink after this one." He said, patting the main officer on the back. "I'll let you clean this up," He added before zooming off, creating a gust of wind and debris blowing everywhere as he did so.

When the two heroes were gone, the officer cued those closest to the doors to close and lock it. "What a remarkable creature." He said coming closer to it. "Doctor Marcus, you have outdone yourself this time. This will definitely aid us well..."

As Quiver walked the streets, she pondered what they had learned so far. Even though the police had taken over, it still didn't hurt to help out in anyway she could.

When the day came to an end, Quiver headed home. She went to the place where she had left her regular clothes and brought her backpack with her costume home.

"Captain, should we do anything about those two?" One of the officers said, clearly of lower status then the man with the derby hat, but not below the handful of other men present, who were detaining the sludge beast.

"No," The Captain said, "This cyst need some hope. All eyes will be off of us, and we can do as we please...to get the job done right." He added, forming a crooked smile.

"Send for the press." He ordered. "This will be their victory." The captain added, as Jet zoomed by burger shack in a busy part of the town, grabbing another sandwich on the go.

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It was late with a full moon in the sky. Just along the outskirts of Little Springs, two boys taunted one another behind a wall to a large estate.

"Go on, I dare ya," one of the boys said as he shoved his friend.

"No way! You do it," the other replied.

"Fine," the boy replied haughtily. "Give me a boost."

While the second boy was sure his friend was bluffing, he held his hands out to help his friend over the wall. However, to his surprise, his friend used the additional step he had built to scramble up the wall without hesitation. When on the wall, the two smiled mischievously at one another.

"I'll be back in ten minutes," the boy on the wall said before he disappeared to the other side of the estate. His friend listened closely as he heard him quietly walking away.

The boy waited anxiously for his friend to return. Hours seemed to have passed. But he was patient and knew his friend would arrive shortly. That was, until he checked his watch and realized his friend had been gone for nearly an hour. Worried, the boy left his post and went to look by the front gates.

"Gary?" he whispered. Suddenly, he heard an unusual noise from behind him. He knew he had heard this type of noise somewhere before but couldn't quiet place it.

"Well, well, well. We have another one," someone said from behind. But just as the boy looked around everything went black.
Quiver was doing her regular patrol around Little Springs. However, at the same time, she was desperately scouring the area for Jet.

"Where could he be?" she wondered. She only hoped he hadn't ran past her without her knowing or something to that effect.

Jet was elsewhere, enjoying himself. As far as he was concerned Quiver and himself were not a team, they just stuck together once to get the job done. Really, she was just too different, she would cramp his style and be all in the way.

He preferred to do things his way, fun, adventurous, and wild. With that in mind, he gleefully sat in a restaurant of his choosing, with two bug gulps, four burgers, and six bags of fires.

Chomping from his burgers and fries alternatively and with such energy, he would then suck down his drunk, with one large gulp from the straw. "And there I was!" He exclaimed, after finishing his one drink. "Standing besides a giant gelatinous blob monster!" He added, as he sat at the counter, where several children, and their mother were.

The mother didn't seem to pleased at some weirdo in a costume talking to her children with such false lies, nor did most of the kids seem all that interested. That was except for one, "Wow, what did you do next?" He asked astonished and glued to the story, as his sister rolled her eyes.

After scouring the city for some time, Quiver realized she would have to leave without Jet. While she would prefer to have someone else with her in this particular situation, she had no more time to waste.

Before leaving the city, Quiver attached something to the leg of a pigeon. The bird flew away and there was no telling where it was going. But hopefully, if her connection to the animal kingdom was of any value, it would reach the person she desired.

Quiver next found herself in front of a large estate. Quietly, she used her arrows to climb the decrypt wall. Once she was on the other side, Quiver was extremely cautious as she approached the estate.

When inside, Quiver's footsteps created an uneasy echo throughout the hall. Slowly, she reached for a vintage mirror that was tucked to her side. However, just as she had taken it out, something hit her hand, forcing her to drop it. The mirror clattered to the floor, cracking but not fully breaking and slid under a piece of furniture.

Outside of the estate, no one could hear the struggle that was currently taking place. However, the animals around were agitated and only ceased their odd behavior when the fighting came to a stop.

"And that's how I defeated the giant monster blob and saved the day!" Exclaimed Jet, patting his chest, with a big grin, as he pointed at himself.

"Oh wow that's amazing!" The boy exclaimed, still engrossed in the story, even after it was finished. However the mother still was not pleased, and had enough. With the last straw, she stood up, with a frown.

Quickly she grabbed her son, before tugging him away, at his own shock. Even Jet was slightly confused, as his happy go lucky smile soon faded into confusion.

"Mom!" The boy exclaimed in shock and annoyance. "Jet was telling me his adventures! Stop!" He said, trying to break free, but his mother's grip and strength was that much stronger, as he was dragged away.

"Do me a favor and stay away from my kid." She retorted. "Who dresses up in costumes and fills kids heads with fairy tales?." She said before she stormed off with her kid.

By himself now, the shock had slightly lifted, as Jet slumped as he stared at his food. Shoving one fry in his mouth, he no longer had an appetite.

While Jet was no longer in high spirits, an agitated pigeon was flying nearby. It appeared to be trying to get into the restaurant as it flew into the glass multiple times. If one looked carefully, there was clearly something tied around its leg.

As the pigeon continued to bang into the window, Jet stared confusingly, as did some other random restaurant goers. It wasn't until the door opened, from someone exiting the building, that the bird was able to get in.

As the door shut completely, they were already in, and flapping crazily all about. It crashed right into Jet's table, and what was left of his food and trash, throwing it everywhere.

Taken by surprise, Jet grabbed the pigeon before it could make any more off a mess, when he noticed a note strapped to its leg. Taking it off, he unraveled it, completely interested in what was on it.

Once Jet removed whatever was on the pigeon's leg, the pigeon immediately left, glad to be out of the restaurant and once again outside with other pigeons.

In Jet's hand was a very small flash drive without so much as a note or anything. What was contained on this flash drive and who it was from was a mystery.

Confused, Jet stared at the odd contraption, twisting his hand to see it from different sides. "What is this? A computer thingy?" He asked aloud, to himself.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked, before looking over to where the bird flew away, and its feathers which were still gently floating onto the ground. "And what's with the bird?"

Slowly he stood up, as he shrugged. "Oh well, guess I better find a place with computers." He said, before he zoomed out of the restaurant in a flash, leaving a trail of wind behind.

He continued to zoom through the city streets, searching each building and store for a computer, any kind, but was coming up empty handed. That was until he found an electronic store, with only one computer functional. Glad that this one worked when pressing buttons, he jabbed the drive into it.

"Um sir, that's the help desk computer." A employee said, slightly backwardly, implying that it wasn't for what Jet was intending to do. However Jet care-freely swatted at the person, "Yeah yeah, I'll only be a second." He said, as the drive loaded.

The drive was filled with information, loads and loads of it to the point where it was absolutely mind boggling as to what was on the drive and why. It did not help that all the folders were titled "New Folder".

However, one document was not placed in a folder. It was merely named "Doc 1". When opening the document, one would find a police report saying that two children had gone missing in a town on the outskirts of Little Springs.

The report was filed by Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Barsa

Quickly overwhelmed by the drive, which loaded hundreds of different folders, Jet's jaw dropped. He quickly became irritated, as he noticed all the different folders he had to now click through...or did he even have to? Was this for him?

Either way, he shook it off, and with quick speed began to click on each folder. The mouse often had trouble keeping up with Jet's wild movement and clicking. "What am I looking at? What am I even doing?" He asked aloud to himself, as he clicked open folder after folder, before exiting out, and going to another.

However he stopped from time to time as he became sidetracked by the folder's content. One particular piece inside the folder, was a video. Clicking on it immediately, it began to load.

It was a homemade footage, of someone filming their kitten with yarn and balls. Watching the cat play and roll around, Jet smiled. "Isn't he cute?" He asked, as he looked over at the agitated employee.

"...Sir, that's not what that computer is meant for." He said, but Jet ignored him, half way through his words in fact, as he went back to browsing through the drive's content. Eventually he came across the document, outside of all the folders, and read what was detailed on it.

His carefree attitude slightly diminished, enough for him to take what he was reading seriously. Jotting down the notes, which he almost caught on fire, Jet took the directions and sped towards the town.

The town described on the police report was a quiet suburb with a mixture of upper, middle, and working class citizens. It appeared to be a town that was slowly transforming into an upper class area where the working class was gradually being pushed out.

Both the Fisher and Barsa homes were decent size homes but were not extravagant. And both Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Barsa were home, eagerly awaiting for something, anything to happen.

Because of Jet's super speed it never mattered what route he took to his destination and as a result, like always, he took the scenic route. Speeding by beautiful forests of oak and pines, which green leaves and pines, blurred into the background with the browns of the bark.

Often he zipped by a group of fluttering and disoriented birds, who were spooked by his super speed. Eventually he would arrive to the first address he copied down on his crumpled piece of paper. He stared seriously at the small piece between his fingers, before slowly pocketing it again, and walking as humanly as possible for the last few steps.

Once he arrived at the house, he knocked on the door. It wasn't too fancy or disrepair, it was a white house that was in normal condition.

Upon hearing a knock on the door, a woman came out and faced Jet. Most of her body was covered by the door.

"Yes?" Mrs. Barsa asked. Her face was worn and it looked as though she hadn't gotten much sleep recently.

With a chipper smile, Jet came closer to the crack near the door, as he leaned in from a post on the porch.

"Good afternoon Ma'am, I'm Officer Smith with the County Police." He introduced himself, he didn't have his costume on anymore, and was in his normal clothes. Being in costume would probably be too weird and suspicious, so he took a smoother approach.

Just in case they tried the badge approach, he swiped his uncles from his room, as he was snoring soundly. He'd have it back on his desk before he even knew it was gone. "I'm here on account of the report you filed, we would like some more answers...the fools at our station apparently misplaced it all." He said taking out a notepad with a cheery smile.

At first, Mrs. Barsa appeared to be anticipating that Jet would say something more hopeful. When it became clear that he was just here for more questions, her expression sank once again.

"Oh..I see..." was all she said.

"Don't worry m'am, we'll get to the end of this lickity split!" He said, trying to bring her spirits up, as he licked the lead on his pencil. Quickly dabbing it on the paper, he then looked at her.

"So Mrs. Barsa, the day you reported it. Could you tell me the time and where this occurred?"

"Well, my son Timmy told me he was going to a friend's house for the night. But then I found out the next morning that he never showed up. His friend Gary told his mom he was coming here." Mrs. Barsa said. "I reported it to the police as soon as I found out both of them were missing. He left the house around 8."