Who made onions appear? This story was amazing and really got me.

Lmao no one cares dude, its meant to be a cute story not some edgy superhero comic

Fire and Ice

The mighty War Zeppelin of Dr. Neutron floated high above Star City while the citizens below scrambled to purchase last minutes gifts for the impending holidays. Instead of plotting against them or looking down on them Dr. Neutron instead enjoyed a holiday meal with his unbeknownst to the public wife, Fuzion, and daughter Sarah. Dinner conversation had steered into the familiar territory of Dr. Neutron telling the real story of he and Fuzion's past exploits.

"How come I've never heard about you saving Mom? When did this happen?" Sarah asked between mouthfuls of chicken cordon blue.

Neutron sipped his champagne slowly. "Oh this was ages ago, long before you were born, me and your mother weren't even together at that point. You've never heard it because your wonderful mother is still embarrassed to this day by it."

Fuzion playfully scoffed. "I'm not embarrassed, I would have won with or without your help. Back then you always stuck your nose where it didn't belong."

"Don't make me laugh darling, if I hadn't stepped in you, and this entire city for that matter would have been reduced to a smouldering crater." Neutron replied snootily.

"Can someone please tell me what happened?" Sarah pleaded.

Fuzion and Neutron played rock paper scissors to determine who would be the storyteller. Neutron came out on top, again, Fuzion always picked rock.

"So a long time ago Frozen Shadow was going through a messy divorce, his wife was a bitch. I never liked her, nobody did to be honest. She hired an expensive lawyer who was going to take everything from him, including custody of his daughter, she had him by the short hairs since she knew his secret identity.

Threatening a man's family makes them do outrageous things, Shadow went after the lawyer. Froze the Star City freeway and all the cars on it. Naturally your mother swooped in, like the hero she is, to talk some sense into him. That was a mistake, you can't reason with a person going mad, Shadow shot the first shot, leading to quite a battle. Your mother had to take the fight somewhere less populated, she threw Shadow halfway across the state into an old quarry...."

"I actually threw him across state lines, hell of a toss. Bullseye'd that quarry." Fuzion interjected proudly.

"Correction, across state lines. As you know I keep an eye on all the pesky supers so I grabbed some popcorn, fired up the at the time experimental wormhole engine to watch from this old bird. A battle unfolded like nothing ever seen before. A struggle between fire and ice that shook the Earth to its core. Dear, how did he get the upper hand on you? You are magnitudes more powerful than he ever was."

Fuzion sniffled, a wave of empathy shot through her body. "He was heartbroken, and hurt. He did something a super should never do.....he lost control. A man with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous kind."

"Nobody knew how powerful he really was until that day. Up to that point his methods were fairly peaceful. He can slow down electrons on a sub atomic scale, not manipulate them like I can of course." Neutron always enjoyed throwing in some sneaky brags into his stories. "Normally he would make people really cold, cool their blood, make them unable to fight back, nothing serious. Little did we know at the time, he had some technology from beyond the stars.

A small box that could violate every known law of physics we have, create matter from nothing, produce more energy than it took to power it, and turn a super's own powers against them. I don't have to tell you this, but if your mother ever lost control of her powers it would make Hiroshima and Nagasaki look like vacation resorts. That's where I come in...."

"How'd you stop him?" Sarah asked excitedly.

"Nothing fancy. Simply repelled down into the quarry behind Shadow and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. Did a little rearranging of his insulin levels, caused him to go into a diabetic coma, nothing too serious. Needed to get him out of the picture while I dealt with the bigger problem, your mother having a meltdown. I couldn't figure out how his device worked so instead of using my vast intellect, I had to go with my gut to save the day."

Fuzion rolled her eyes. "Here it comes...."

"I confidently strode up to your mother and looked her dead in the eyes, those furious orange eyes, the green flames behind them raging like a wildfire. The searing heat from her singed my eyebrows off, but I persevered through the fire and the flames to embrace her. I whispered in her ear, do you remember what I said dear?"

Fuzion gulped down a generous amount of champagne. "If you blow up I'm happy to go, as long as I get to be close to you."

Neutron smiled. "It was a gamble, but it payed off. Your mother got control of herself, no nuclear apocalypse that day. She asked my why and I simply replied......"

"I may be a villain, but I'd never let my nemesis die." Fuzion finished his sentence for him.

"Wait, wait, wait......mom never considered you her nemesis." Sarah said.

"She wasn't, Frozen Shadow was. Now that I'd defeated him and "borrowed" his advanced technology he was no longer a threat to me, he'd be more useful to me alive. It was a win-win situation. Mom got to be the hero who saved the world, and my research advanced exponentially. Also allowed us to make sure a situation like that would never arise again."

"How so?" Sarah asked.

"Your mother signed a pre-nup when we got married. I'd rather be swallowed by nuclear hellfire than have to go to divorce court."

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"Some of us are born with greatness, some of us become great, and some have greatness thrusted upon us," they say. I think I maybe be all three.

I think I was born with superpowers, I mean nothing happened to me. I didn't get hit with a doses of radiation or a shooting star. There was no toxic spill. I was an orphan at a young age, so it's not like I could just my parents or friends of theirs.

But one day, I relized I could shoot lasers out of my eyes and fly. Ensue failure montage. I was waiting for a suppervillian that would never come. I got a job as an accountant. But one day I saw a little girl about to be hit by a reckless driver, so I jumped out my window and flew to save her without a disguise.

I was nervous about going back to work the next day. About all the big news. But no one treated me any differently. This happened a few more times where my mask just wouldn't stay on. But no one seemed to care to talk to me about such actvities. "Didn't you watch the news?" I once asked someone.

"Every now and again, but not usually," they'd commonly reply.

I even picked up a paper that had me on the cover and told someone this is me. But they just looked at me weird and continued on with their walk.

I even went up to my long time friend Emily and asked her if she recongnized me. "Um yeah?" she questioned.

I was on the news! I said. slightly irritated that she and no one else didn't seem recognize me.

"Oh, what for?" she asked.

"I'm the town hero," I said.

"uh-huh" she said.

"You don't believe me? Don't you seem the resemblence?" I asked.

"I'm sorry but you two looking nothing alike." she replied. "I Have to go, cake in the oven"

I couldn't believe it, I was fighting bank robbers and saving people from disasters, but people didn't seem to be grateful at all outside of those events.

In all my years of villaining, I have never seen such an evil as this. Taking the cat, a beloved creature and the only thing keeping me sane, from an old man. I WILL MAKE THEM PAY! Alcatraz wasn't that hard to break out of, so I'm not serving my sentence, because whatever happens tonight will be justified. May the devil have mercy on their souls!

Though the new heroes might be strong, they are nothing like they were in the old days. (be to fair their was more radiation back then, it has mostly decayed now) Superstrength, flight, superspeed, they all got nothing on the powers of the past. Laser eyes, teleportation, invincibility, and even immortality. Though these are strong, telekinesis is stronger. I will rip those "heroes" apart and make them feel every last second of it. The pain is not the only thing tearing them apart from the inside. Since after all these years I have learned not only have to move everyday objects, but braincells as well. If done correctly, I can make them feel the guilt as their last moments on Earth will seem deserved in their minds. I will make them know this is their fault. Don't poke the sleeping bear, especially if there is nowhere to run.

I couldn't help it. I was crying as my grandfather yelled at my would-be principal. "So what if shes' 'different'?! She has every right to go here!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but that doesn't change the fact that this is an all-human school. Someone as dangerous as a werewolf can not be allowed to be in the same school as humans." Was the response from the principal, an older woman with graying hair and a look of disgust on her face.

I could imagine my brother's response, 'It's brain-dead shitstains like you that are ruining this country with your backward policy!' But he wasn't here.

I watched as my grandfather's face twisted into his own disgusted look. "You would dare say, my granddaughter, is DANGEROUS!" His voice rose and began to echo around the room on the word. "She's known how to control her transformation for years. She wouldn't hurt a fly!"

The principal didn't seem to care as her face grew sourer with each word, "Sir, That does change the fact that she is not allowed to attend this school!"

"Oh, she'll attend, alright, just you wait." My grandfather turned his back to her as he said, "Come on, we're going home."

My grandmother helped me up as we left. I couldn't stop crying. I cried through the whole argument, and the tears just wouldn't stop.

I didn't know what my grandparents had to go through, but I was allowed to attend from 3ed grade onwards. Now I'm starting high school. In a new school where no one knows me.

I walked into the classroom, watching as everyone looked at me, I could feel my ears twitch. This only made more eyes turn to me as the teacher said, "As you all can see, this is Sara. The werewolf that I'm sure all over you have heard about. Please, be nice.

The teacher motioned for me to sit down. As I made my way to an empty seat, I was stopped by another girl with long blond hair framing the gigantic smile on her face. "Sorry if this is a weird question, but could I pet you?"

Taken aback a bit I stuttered, "Yea, it's fine, I guess."

She began to rub my head, a giddy giggle escaping her lips as she said, "So it's true! Werewolf hair is softer than human."

The teacher chuckled as they said, "Sofia, please leave Sara alone you can test your theories with her later."

As we both made our way to our seats, I had some peace of mind, 'well, seems like I at least have a new friend.'

[Not a full story. Just some back of the napkin development. Feedback and critiques appreciated.]

Growing up, the movies made it seem like telepaths were involuntarily invading peoples privacy, going crazy with all of the different voices in their head. Meanwhile, things like controlling peoples minds took training. Practice.

That's horseshit, for the record. Everything that a person thinks is broadcast as a signal. You have to pick up on that signal to know what someone is thinking. Tuning in to the right frequency is difficult. Broadcasting on the other hand, now that's the easy part. Took me a little while to even realize what I was doing. The only reason I noticed in the first place was because things were going too smoothly. The biggest tip was when I was at work, swamped with responsibilities, practically begging the clock to speed up and let me go home. The head doctor walked past me at that moment and told me to take the rest of the day off, leaving the rest of my work to my team.

I know. That is the most out of pocket thing an American manager can do. I didn't go. Obviously. I became a traveling nurse to help people. Not so I could shirk responsibilities.

The jump from average Joe to superhero Joe was a no-brainer after that. The best part? People only remember me when I want them to. The whole world knows who I am and what I can do. At the end of the day, I don't want people to come harassing me at my doorstep. So they don't.

Or, they didn't. Turns out the only thing that can interfere with my telepathy is someone else's telepathy. I have full controll of people close by, but now that I don't have half the planet engulfed in my will, every journalist is hunting me. The worldwide effect of everyone forgetting me now only works in a radius of about a mile. Everything else is canceled out by whoever this other person is.

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I'm supposed to be retired...

My fists clenched the paper as I stared at the frosted glass. It was so cold outside but my eyes burned as the tears ran down my face. My cheeks hurt so badly from the suppressed sobs. I don't cry. Villains don't get to cry. What we do is that we fucking bite our tongue and get shit done. No that life was behind him. Retirement was meant to be a time when one drank good booze on the back porch and all that old man shit. He should've been contemplating a garden and reading time magazines but no, he was subjected to this.

The paper had magazine articles cut apart on it. It was so amateur work. No one did this 90s horror routine bull crap. The words spelled together a broken demand and threat that he had no intention of answering.

Y0u r0bBED b4Nk5! n0w WE r0bBed YOU!

He didn't bother finish reading it. The bastards had taken his cat. The only thing that reminded him to be human and treat the world better than his baser instincts had told him. Who were these people and just what made them think this was a good idea. Oh they were so sadly mistaken. Oh he knew who they truly were but what they thought they were was far more interesting.

Slowly his lethargic body carried him across the room. To a group photo of him with his local golfing buddies. Oh how none of them had known he was one of the top villains of the twenty first century. How naïve they were that he was capable of killing Mack for cheating and trying to move that damn ball. How he had held the world hostage and gotten away with it. That the Supers themselves had breathed a sigh of relief when they got what was to be his final broadcast. It was a simple message.

I'm done. I am going to retire and you all are going to let me go. If you give chase, if you try to find me... Cities will burn till the cost of chasing me turns the world against you. You've been warned. Farewell and thanks for the memories.

The picture was taken off the wall and thrown to the side. Who cared about silly gold tournaments now what was Precious to him was taken. There was a keypad and he punched into it an 8 digit code. The date that he had retired officially, not the date he told the world he was going to. The wall opened and he stepped into a hidden elevator that took him two stories beneath the ground.

The layer had better days. It was covered in dust but had everything he loved and had wanted. Trophies from his greatest conquests. All of his old Equipment and costume. With growing conviction he put the old garb on. It was a little tight, clearly he had gained some weight in his retirement. It drew a dry chuckle. Oh how he was going to be a sight to see. Now that he had grown a salt and pepper beard that stood out from his mask. Oh the Kevlar brought back an energy to his old bones that had been long forgotten. The leather gloves boots made a thud as he walked that sounded like inevitability. Oh the world should have let this old dog die.

The Villain Reborn wiped the dust from the monitors and keyboard and pressed the power button. It fired to life, full of energy he too was feeling. Oh this was almost feeling good. The pain of his stolen love almost forgotten and now replaced with rage. This was going to be a bad day. A few clicks and his computer went to work. It was taking a bit to get to the desired sign in. Things had been updated. The Heroes were getting better or perhaps he was just using outdated tech. Who cared?

Finally he was looking out into a series of rooms. The Meeting Room of the Heroes league, The UN, North Korean dictator's personal gaming room, various news channels, the list would go on and on. They all looked confused and alarmed to suddenly have an older but familiar face filling their screens.

"Greetings Old Friends" His voice was surprisingly cordial.

"It's been such a long, long time. I hope the years have treated you well. As you can see they definitely took their toll on my youth. Not often though do you see a ghost right? I've been supposedly dead for how long? Ten, twenty years? I don't quite remember but that's unimportant. Sorry by the way Mr. Perfect, I'm afraid the cats out of the bag. Guess you don't get to claim to have killed the world's most dangerous super villain anymore. Not that I minded that you were claiming it... we had a deal after all." Oh his debonair flare was coming back. Evil speeches were so enjoyable and the more he spoke, the more the manic tones were coming back. However his voice didn't sound quite like his own, it was deeper with age.

"Speaking of deals... I thought we had one Heroes. It was simple... you let me retire. I go away. You get to claim to be the saviors the World needed and I go away. The devil that haunted the night gone at last. In return... I stopped hunting them. I wouldn't burn 10 major cities. I'm sure you've been haunting where I put those pesky little bombs. However much like you, I prepare. You've found all ten. Shame I hid thirty extra just to make sure."

Oh the panic was starting to show. They were scared. Good.

"So I'm sure you want know what brought me back. Your sidekicks. The Dove, Dark Hammer, the rest. Your stupid, idiotic, mistakes decided to come attack me. Thought it would be funny to see what would happen if they came and gave me what I had coming. At least that's the words they'll use. But I digress... In fifteen minutes the first city goes. The detonators have been activated. If I die, they go off. If I see a super enter the city where one is located, they go off. If I detect something moving at super human speeds... they go off. So Blur, no cheating. What I want to turn them off?"

Silence for dramatic effect.

"I want my damn cat back... and the imprisonment of all offenders for assaulting a poor old man in his home. Game on."

The timer appeared on everyone's monitor.

14: 32, 14:31

He had said that the bombs were already activated.

Is it implying aliens live in a cold world and their interpretation of hot is cold for us? (Say their normal temperature is -70 degree Celsius and their heat ray is 8 degrees)

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I love this one. ❤️

Part 2?

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I mean, they were raised primarily by their human grandparents, and maybe those grandparents were very religious

A nice backstory to their love! Slash didn't even want to BOTHER chasing angel! She was sort of like robin hood!

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We deeply congratulate our newlyweds! Watch a recording of Slash Salvatore and Angel Faux's wedding here.

Slash Salvatore remembers the exact moment she fell for Angel Faux. It's her favourite story, actually, of the ones she has for Angel. Which is saying something, because she could go on (and on, and on) about Angel's... "horrendous" deeds.

After Angel Faux had stolen rings from a jewellry store, Slash Salvatore flew after her. Upon a chase on a cold night, this was not a difficult task. However, Slash neglected to take care of herself for... oh, maybe three weeks straight. (Long story. Breakup involved.)

And so she didn't notice when her wings simply... gave out from under themselves. And she started to plummet.

The scream didn't even make it out of her lungs. She was too exhausted to.

But then an arm caught her arm, and then she was hauled back up the rooftops.

"Merry!" Angel gasped. "What in the world? Are you feeling alright?"

Slash blinked, then, still not-quite-reconciling with the fact that she was not splat on the ground. Angel was waving a hand up and down in front of her face, like she was trying to make her more awake.

"You scared me there, Slash."

Then it hit.

Slash stumbled away from Angel, suddenly defensive. "Why'd you save me?"

"Oh..." Angel Faux laughed. A full and resonant sound; like Christmas bells tolling. "I may be a villain, Slash, but I'd never let my nemesis die."

Then she was off, and off with her rucksack of rings. Slash never saw those back again. Neither did the designer store. (But in civilian clothes, she saw the rings on the streets, worn by children with clothes gaping with holes, and then by single mothers pawning them off to storeowners with dollar signs in their eyes, and elderly couples who wanted to renew their vows but didn't have the means to buy new rings.)

(She fell for Angel a little more, then.)

Eight years and a day after that day, Angel Faux proposed to Slash Salvatore. Eight years and a day after that day, Slash Salvatore accepted. And after their vows, after the kiss to close the night and their bands, shared hand-in-hand, Slash Salvatore thinks that this is the second time Angel Faux has saved her.

And she may be a hero, but she can't say she hates the feeling, either.