Fic Update: Gone in 60 Threads

[Dartz]

Mister President, A second update has hit the World Trade Centre

Another Part of Going Native. Only took three weeks this time, instead of 7 years.

It's been decades since I turned a fic update around inside a month. Probably before I joined this forum, infact.

Brockton Bay stretched out below, city lights shimmering in mixed hues of sodium orange, warm tungsten, cold electric blues and sick fluorescent greens. The siren of a fire engine wailed in the distance, flickering blue lights racing to a thick column of black smoke rising from the docks. Beams of white light slashed through the smoke.

I finished my snack and let the wrapper drift in the wind out over the bay. Putting my facemask back on and taking a breath, I stepped up on the and looked over the edge at the traffic below. The sea-breeze tugged at the green poncho on my shoulders and I realised I'd found myself in the traditional superhero pose watching over the glittering metropolis below and wished someone had been there to take a photograph of it, full moon sparking silver off the waters of the Bay and all.

One look down to the street below, and my Power loomed large in the back of my head, filling my skull. You remember that time I stopped you from going splat?

I really didn't want to die. And I wasn't that person anymore.

Instead, I used phenomenal time-twisting cosmic power to linger in the same moment, over and over again, before finally accepting I had to move on. Instead of looking awesome, I had to head out and try to be awesome.

It's a wormfic, so you know what to expect.