Anti-Heroes

[monster-eats-pilot]

If you hadnt told us then we wouldnt of remembered

[firebreathingfishies]

It was intentional

[esn]

Originally Posted by firebreathingfishies

Lazy writing FTW

Although there's a continuity error because Ki pushed FBF off a table and she didn't heal... but I'm sure I can cover that up somehow

Nice work

You could just say that you can only heal your bones and you have the power of mind suggestion - ie you wanted a pizza then, so you sent a mental message to the pizza guy.

Basically your kinda like Peter Peterlli - youve seen other people do these things before and and you end up copying them. In otherwords, your base power is a copy cat, not an empath. It can also explain why you thought everyone else could do that.

You should now be able to throw stuff around like MEP. No future painting or melting yet because you havent seen us do those things

[Beach Crew]

*Giggles* I love it. A pizza delivery guy Well, at least I didn't see that one coming. And I love how everyone presumes she must be a spy. Poor lass. As for FBF's new found superpower, I want it *cough* I love it But it's super writing as usual

And Ki, how's the shins?

[firebreathingfishies]

lol I only thought of the pizza guy because a delivery man knocked on my door while I was writing it see what I mean about making it up as I go along? Thanks though, Sylar-Beachy will be returning soon - as soon as she's stopped crying

[Kiowa Warrior]

Lol great last chapter! I love how they're all riled up to get fbf but then a second or two passes and they're all sod it, lets just play a game instead.

And you can always say that fbf really did know she could have survived the table falling from Miss Warrior but chose not to, in order to make her invisibility reveal at the end all the more impressive. Or you can just say she's got a dodgy memory and she can't be expected to know everything about herself can she, poor spammer...

Originally Posted by Beachy

And Ki, how's the shins?

Are you referring to the broken or badly burised one?

[firebreathingfishies]

Thanks Ki And yes, she just has a dodgy memory It's all those spam fumes from MEP...

Chapter Six

[The street is busy taking it’s around about five-ish and this is the time everyone who has a car decides that it’s a good idea to go out for a drive. Our Narrator is hurrying down the street, battling oncoming pedestrians]

Narrator: Our heroine seems to be most unfortunate. With strange scientists, an emotionally unstable serial killer and people who she had come to believe were her friends all wanting to see her demise, it appears that she has no refuge—[a suited man slams into him] Watch it mate! I’m trying to narrate here! Geez… Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah… So now she is destined to wander the streets, without a friend, without shelter, and without a form. And I’ve got to say that it’s pretty freaking hard for me to do my job when the person I’m following is bloody invisible! I’m not psychic you know!!

[Oblivious, the Narrator passes right by FBF, who has been distracted from her invisible wander by the sweet aroma of bacon sarnies. She changes course and, knocking a few bemused people to the ground, approaches the shop where the smell is originating from. Inside it is empty, apart from a man behind the counter]

FBF: Hi, yeah I’d like one of those bacon sarnies please? I wouldn’t be so hungry if those arses hadn’t made me jump out of a window…

Man Behind the Counter: Okay miss, I’ll stick one on now for—[turns and looks around in bewilderment] Oh… I could have sworn I heard someone.

FBF: You did. That was me.

Man: [looks even more confused] Must be the radio…

FBF: Hey! I want a bacon sarnie! Don’t ignore me! What am I, invisible? [pauses] Oh wait, I am! Ha!

[The man watches in horror as FBF materialises in front of him. A moment later he is running out the shop, screaming]

FBF: Well that’s just rude… [reaches over the counter and gets herself a sandwich] If he wants his business to fall under then that’s his problem…

[Before she can even take a bite, however, the sound of sirens fills the air. She turns to see a swarm of police cars pull up outside. Police climb out, hiding behind the doors and point their guns at her]

Loud Speaker: Miss Fishies, we know you’re in there. Drop the sandwich and come outside slowly.

FBF: You know what?! No! No I fricking won’t! All I want is something to eat! Is that too much to ask?!

Loud Speaker: If you don’t come outside we’ll have to come in and get you by force.

FBF: The force is on my side now buddy!

[FBF raises her hand, her hunger ironically feeding her power, and the nearest police car to the building lifts and flips]

FBF: Oh… whoops! Sorry! I only meant to slam the door and freak you out a bit! But hey, I got to use a crappy Star Wars joke!

Loud Speaker: All officers! Move move move!

FBF: Ah crap.

[A stream of police officers barge through the doors of the shop. FBF drops her sandwich and raises her hands automatically, as she has seen too many cop shows and doesn’t want to get beaten up. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t realise that they still beat up the bad guys, whether they give themselves up or not]

Police Officer #1: She’s got a gun!

FBF: What? No I haven’t!

Police Officer #2: Kick her head in!

[The officers whack her down to the ground with truncheons]

FBF: [groaning on the floor] I only wanted… a sarnie…

Male Voice: Okay, that’s enough. Step aside.

[The police move aside and a man moves forward, dressed in a smart suit and wearing horn rimmed glasses]

Man: We have to take you in now Miss Fishies.

FBF: I was… only eating… I never did anything…

Man: Well that burned down orphanage says the opposite. Now come along.

FBF: Who are you?

Man: I’m Him.

FBF: Well I can see you’re a bloke…

Him: Don’t start with the him, her, he, she, dog jokes. Just get up before I kick you in the head. You don’t mess with a fella wearing horn rimmed glasses.

[FBF gets up, intimidated by the awesome power of the glasses, and allows herself to be taken outside]

[TBC]

[Lupinbell]

You burned down an orphanage?

I'll see you hell.

[Kiowa Warrior]

Police Officer #1: She’s got a gun!

FBF: What? No I haven’t!

Police Officer #2: Kick her head in!

Lol good old fashioned random brutality from the police!

And potential good old fashioned random violence from her new friend, Him...

And bless the Narrator for struggling on with such a thankless job!

[esn]

Nice work