The morning started out like any other morning. Devyn emerged from his house and locked the door. He lived alone since his mother was killed. His internship had paid of the house's mortgage and gave him his mother's salary for the next 10 years to cover living, medical, and any other expenses that may arise. The day was cloudy and muggy. The air smelt of fresh rain. Devyn took off running into the city to "run" some errands, albeit his speed was a bit sluggish. He had only been up 10 minutes, but that's quite some time when every moment feels longer than it truly is. He just needed to wake up a bit. Super speed was a gift, and a curse.
After Devyn had completed his errands for the day, he decided to practice his self-control while running: controlling speed, making sharper turns, things of the like. He entered his house and went down to the basement. In there was a container big enough to house a person. The container opened to reveal the Hornet suit instead of a person. Devyn clicked a button on his watch and stepped inside the container with the suit. Seconds later, he emerged with the suit on, and he sped out of the house. Today's weather made it difficult for him to get going. It was absolutely miserable outside in terms of weather, and Devyn was already pouring sweat by the time he took his first break. He sighed. He remembered exactly what he was doing this for. All he had were the memories to keep him going. Devyn was going to catch this man. He sped off through the city.
The memories hung around his mind like nightmares. Every night it was the same thing: Devyn reliving the night he was helpless to save his mother's life. He tried so hard to avenge her death by his own right, but was stopped by a one-in-a-million bolt of lightning. One bolt that just so happened to charge his cells with enough energy to run at 250 miles per hour. These things forced Devyn into a helpless situation as laid in a coma for half a year. Fueled by this anger and sorrow, Devyn went faster. He had no idea how much faster though. When he had finally stopped, he found himself in the middle of the mesa.
"T-t-there's no way..." Devyn stammered out in between breaths. "Unless I was moving..." Devyn peered into the corner of his HUD in his helmet. He had just clocked 450 miles per hour. He was angry. He was hurting. All of that energy poured into him for a burst of energy. But with that came a price. He sat down in the middle of the mesa. Within seconds, Devyn had passed out. He had expended more energy than his body could create and it left him empty, almost like a dead battery. He just needed time and a good meal to get him going again... but where was he going to get that? He was unconscious in the middle of the mesa.
Mon Jan 22, 2024 9:45 pm by 
Subject: Running Wild (Open) 
