A/N

The picture is what I imagine this new comers suit to look like but the colors on the pants is reverse and the black is running along the sides of the pants. Of course with the classic mask and black gloves and without the logos. Anyways as usual enjoy the story.

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"I can explain." I say in a hushed voice while turning around to where the noise came from. I turn towards the  window (which is right next to the hole in the wall), thinking it's one of my friends that occasionally drops by.

Instead I find some kid in electric green and black spandex with a matching mask and blonde hair.

Yeah, you read that right.

"Uh..." This random kid says and then acts like he's clearing out his throat. "No need to explain, I'm-" He doesn't even get to finish a sentence before I shot him in the face with a torrent of mercury at his face, that of course sends him flying through to the hole in the wall (which only made it a human sized hole,) out to my grassy backyard.

Without hesitation I start covering the hole in the wall with the first element that pops in my mind.

Iron.

It came out stunningly silver, almost as if it were polished. Molding and complying to my will to fill in the gap. In less than thirty seconds it's completely finished and perfectly smooth. I take a step back to admire my work.

There's no way that disease is getting in again, I thought

Haha...I should stop thinking stuff like that. Because seconds later the Iron started melting away, almost as if corroding itself while glowing green around the edges. And in came Spandex flying up on small jets of the green stuff that I'm assuming melted away the Iron, and walked in.

"Now that wasn't very nice." He says in what I'm thinking is his most official sounding voice. That kind of artificial deep voice that people try to do in movies to sound more intimadating than they really are.

But again, I didn't learn my lesson and this time blasted liquid nitrogen at him full blast.

This time he was expecting it sadly, and rolled to the side easily avoiding it.

"Hey, I didn't come here to fight. I just want to talk." The five foot some dude said.

"You broke into my house! What the duck are you even doing here!" I 'yell' in a whisper.

"I didn't break your house, that was you." He said in an annoyed tone and less 'official.'

"You melted the barricade." I say in a are-you-kidding-me type way, putting my hand on my hip, slowly becoming aware that this dude is no threat.

"After you shot at me with your powers."

"After you just barged in here without even knocking."

"I said eh-hem."

"That's not knocking, what were you raised in a barn?"

"Tut-tut my lady, to soon to try to figure who who I am."

Wait, who is this dude? The world only has 15 heroes, none of which is this fool. We have no villains except for the occasional up-rise of phyco's that develop powers. And none of which is in New Mexico. "Who are you?" I ask after a long pause.

"I am...uh. " He faultered. Dude doesn't even know his own name, sad. "I am Green Acid!"

"Green Acid?" I ask while trying despertaly to hold in a laugh.

"Yeah. Pretty cool huh?"

"No."

"What?"

"I'm going to re-name you." I say like it's not a question but a statement.

"No. No you're not." Pointing his finger at me and voice stern in all seriousness.

"Oh but I am." I muse.

"No way-"

"How about Obnoxious Jerk!?"

His face then falls from annoyance, "Haha, no."

"Okay what about, in all seriousness, Green Corrosion!" I say jumping up and pointing up like one of those cheesy super heroes from the earl 2000's.

"That's even worse than Obnoxious Jerk." He draws.

"How about just Corrosion?"

"Can we actually have a conversation if I say maybe?"

"Fine. What do you want stalker?" I say while making my way to my red bean bag chair.

"Come with me and I'll show you." He says, reaching his hand out for me to take.

So...this dude is nuts.

"Great idea! Let me just go with some masked dude with a horrible name that just broke into my home, twice, and stroll off who knows where!" I squeak in sarcastic excitement.

"Just take my hand and come with me." He pushes.

"Why would I trust you?"

He pauses and hesitates before speaking again, trying to calculate exactly what to say. "You have no reason to trust me, in fact that's good you don't. So if it makes you more comfortable I'll zip-tie my hands together. Then would you come with me?" He says with all the comfort he could muster in his voice.

Should I? Should I not? On one hand, I don't know this dude. But on the other, he knows I have powers and who I am, so maybe it wont be such a bad thing to see what he wants. Maybe I should get on his good side. He seems to be about my age, around 15-ish, so if anything we're equally matched. Not counting the part where he can easily dodge my blows.

"Fine," I say, finally. "But where are we going?"

"Tut-tut, patience."

Is it really patience or walking in blind?

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After he pulled out a bag of zip-ties (from who knows where) and zip-tied his hands together, we climbed out the window, onto the shed, and out into the pitch black side walk with only the tinted lighting from the street lights.

"This is taking to long." He says misery bleaching every word.

"Well, how did you get here?" I asked irritated that he has the nerve to complain after twenty minutes of walking.

"I flew."

"Well, I can't so to bad. You should've thought this through."

"Yes you can."

"Excuse me?"

"You can fly, almost every super can fly with in there own way, or if they can't then they're always supplied with another fast transportation alternitive."

"I can't."

"Have you tried it?" He says while stopping and turns to me.

"Well that's not exactly the point-"

"Try it."

"What?"

"Right now."

"What?" Is all I can manage to say.

"It's easy, all you have to so is shoot powerful, but not long distance jets of liquid from your hands and feet. I'm sure you already figured out how to shoot those kinds of jets." He says with a knowing glint in his smug smirk and arogent eyes.

Has he been watching me all night? Because I did figure out how to shoot those, it's actually really simple. Just think powerful but not far, with of course the pulsing.

"I can't shoot from my feet." I argue, now unsure what response I'll get from that statement.

"Have you tried?" He asks while a loose strand of golden hair fall into his right eye, contrasting the tinted light from above us.

"Not the point-"

"Try it now, it's just like the arms, except that concentrate having the burning from the ankle down."

I intake breath, trying to decide what to do.

"Now, or I'll tell the whole world what you are."

Fear and shock shot up my spine, shaking my hands and legs in the process. But I still try to act calm.

"Fine." I say through gritted teeth and clenched fist.

I did as he suggested, heat but in my ankles and down along with my arms.

Liquid Nitrogen.

And of course the doof is right.

Before I know what's happened I shot straight up into the sky only to hit the lamp post almost immediatly.

What is it with me and lamps lately?

My neck hit where the actual light emits from the light bulb, searing the base of my neck, allowing me to see nothing but white. Due to the sudden blow and burn I forgot to actually keep the jets going and plummet to the ground resulting in my head, once again, making contact with the cement face first.

Have you ever hit your head and for a few seconds you have no idea what's going on and can't even really feel your head? Yeah? Well me to and that's what happened.

I only saw white with red tinting the edges, only for it turn to pitch black seconds later. Only comprehending that I'm on the ground. Only able feel my palms scratched from the fall. Without even opening my eyes I started to get up, arms below me and knees on the ground, pushing me from the ground and onto my feet.

All of a sudden I feel like my nose has a sneeze that wont come out, then feel like my brain is flooded with blood and fleam, finally getting a copprery taste in the back of my throat.

"That basically sucked worse than drowning." I say, trying to act like my head isn't ringing.

He just looked at me in awe, like I just was shot from a cannon.

"Nobody just gets up from that." He breaths.

"Uh...I just did."

Well duh, Kendal.

"No I mean that should've at least knocked you out at least. People get there head cracked in, hair line fractures, concussions, something. Your A.A. must be in full gear right now. Because I hit my head on day one trying to fly and I knocked out for a few hours. You must be going nuts."

"Um...my what?"

"A.A, Anomaly Adrenaline. It's like it sounds, an adrenaline rush for Anomalies. It kicks in when we first get our powers. And also remains as an alternative to regular adrenaline in stress like conditions, super powerful and can keep you going for days, but as soon as it wears off you're as good as a coma patient. That's why so many of us are tired after about two days of getting powers because it wears off."

"Uh-huh," I skeptically observe. "How, if your even telling me the truth, do you know so much about Anomalies?"

"Uh...I better just show you. So follow me...and try not to hit another lamp post," he scuffs before taking of and flying away. Leaving behind a faint flourescent trail of neon green, zipping off into the night at a speed I didn't think possible for even an Anonmaly.

Well scuff you too, you jerk!

Please work, please work, please work...is all I can think while I slowly hovered above the ground.

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I followed his quickly fading trail for about five miles, dodging random stuff like lamp post, buildings that appear out of no where, birds (don't they sleep?), and specks of cotton.  All the way to some random warehouse (abandoned), of course. Can this dude get any more stereotypical on the "superhero" and "creepy" spectruam? I can just imagine the big, colorful, shiny pinwheel  with the options for hideouts, or what he probably calls "H.Q." And it landing on Stereotypical!

The place is surrounded by desert, tumble weeds, and an old fence that already has part of it caving in on itself topped with bobbed-wired. No lights. No power lines. No nothing. It's literally just a building in a sea of sand with pathetic rust with some fence on it to guard whatever treasures it once held.

"Took you long enough." As soon as I "gracefully" flew in through the hole in the ceiling was the sarcastic voice of Lamesville that greeted me.

"Shut up. First time flying while following a trail of an obnoxious kid is not exactly my everyday activity."

"Kid? Babe, I'm older than you."

"If you ever call me babe again, I promise you, you'll never speak with a tongue again." I grit out. If I wasn't so desperate for answers, I would've already froze his tongue off...if that's even possible with liquid nitrogen.

He smirked, raised his eyebrows as if to say "I'm about to make you regret what you just said in the most amusing way possible," and his eyes glinted with what looked extremely simmular to a kid about to put a tack on the teachers chair. "You, Babe, better live up to that threat." Then without warning, he shot at me with the glowing green liquid.

I'ma die now.