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Jolt wiped the sweat from his chest and threw the towel in the laundry shoot.  One day he’d get around to finding out who did their cleaning! He peeled off his shorts and hit the shower.  Long ago, he’d given up the lycra costumes to fight crime almost au naturale. The benefits were immediate; so much so that rest of the Legion, and even some of their foes had taken to doing the same: Faster

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“Now listen up,” Jolt instructed Fever as they turned the corner to face the havoc in the playground.  Car sirens wailed, crowds huddled and broken glass lined the road where a few vehicles had collided. “Bounce is a prankster. He’s a kid that just likes to have fun.  He can be hard to catch, but if you do, turn on the heat.  If he’s in his rubber state, he’ll start melting, so while you’ve got

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On the floor below, Jolt tore through the building as fast and quietly as he could, looking for any sign of Fever and Bounce. It was so unlike Bounce to be this upfront. The kid was harmless, so far as foes went, but his troublemaking could always lead to an unexpected accident.  Fever was far too inexperienced to think ahead. He still reacted to the here and now too much, and that meant even

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Jolt woke with a start, his entire body aching from the electric shock he’d suffered.  He was tied to the four corners of a shallow tray that kept him in an inch of tepid water.  He struggled against the ropes that lashed his wrists and ankles, attracting the attention of his captors with the splashing. “Welcome back,” Bounce grinned, bounding over to Jolt’s side.  “The boss is a bit busy right

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Jackhammer grunted as the fist connected with his stomach. He doubled over, exposing himself to another fist in the face. He flew back through the air, crashing onto the bonnet of an aged Toyota. He was insulted. He would have preferred a Mercedes. Shaking his head clear, Jackhammer sprung to his feet just as Crunch flew at him, tackling him back down again. The shattered windscreen collapsed

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Fever’s fingers tightened over Jolt’s throat, the smooth hands like a silk noose.  Jolt wheezed a final breath, and strained against the ropes that kept him splayed out in the tray of inch-deep water.  If not for that, he could have used his powers to jolt each aggressor off him with a zap of electricity. His eyes began to bulge.  His mind raced. Seduction was a master villain, but he had an

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Quake adjusted the towel around his waist and plonked himself on a chair in the control room to play back any recent activity on the monitors. He shook his head with a smile as he watched Bounce freak a few pedestrians, then switched off the recording. He spun around in the chair with a childish ‘whee!’ before sighing at the empty room. There was no one home. He was bored. Not just now, but

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It was easy work holding Jackhammer in the air above him, and Crunch enjoyed the view of the muscled Asian’s straining body has it hung like a hammock in his hold. “You’re flying now, Astro Boy!” he laughed, making reference to Jack’s heritage. Jackhammner’s body trembled with the strain, and sweat began dripping from his face. With a painful twist of the hips, he swung his butt up towards

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Losing was beyond Jackhammer's comprehension. Yet here he was, staring up at the sun but the light was fast fading to darkness. On the ground underneath him, Crunch held him in both in a full nelson and a crushing leg lock around his ribcage, stretching him out in both directions in a tight torture rack. Jackhammer’s lungs burned from lack of oxygen. His head was already hazy from the being

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Jackhammer burst into headquarters ready for war. Caution abandoned, his aim was to enter full speed, taking everyone by surprise.  If he was to be overpowered, he would go down fighting, taking as many of them down as possible. He didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t what he found. His entire team had been taken by the infamous Seduction. He was the last man standing. God only knew how

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Jolt’s fingers dug deep into Seduction’s back, eliciting a moan of satisfaction. “Go harder,” Seduction ordered, and Jolt obeyed, massaging the smooth, taut flesh deeper. Soon, Seduction would abandon the massage for passion, but for now, he relaxed at Jolt’s masterful touch. He sunk into the low-backed plush seat and lost himself in Jolt’s touch. He needed this relaxation. The escape of

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News on the street sent a ripple of panic through the populous.  The sensational story-telling was, for once, accurate because the circumstances were sensational enough. Heroes had chased villains into a school, never to return. In a devastating street brawl, a hero had been seen running for his life. The late edition of the papers screamed the end of civilization. What threat was so great to

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The curator of the Metro Museum cowered against the wall, terrified. Qa'a was the museum’s latest acquisition, having arrived early today. The mummified body was their greatest attraction for at least ten years, and ticket sales to see the mummified remains of the last King of Egypt’s first dynasty had already exceeded expectations. Qa’a had died circa 2890 BCE (Before Christian Era) and had

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The news reports must have been wrong and Dale couldn’t have been more relieved. He was a strapping farm boy, all of seventeen but ripped from a lifetime of manual labour. Even so, he hid in the barn peering out at the battle royale taking place by the stables. Riding a rodeo was a picnic compared to the supernatural. If it weren’t for the League, he didn’t know what he’d have done after this

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Jackhammer and O’Shay woke with a start. The last thing Jackhammer remembered was O’Shay’s whiny lilt bemoaning “How much further can it be?!” as they’d settled into another barn for the night. They’d been on the move for days, scavenging for food, sleeping in hay lofts and avoiding populated areas as much as they could. They'd both desperately needed a shower, and in Jackhammer’s case, a well

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“So you’re psycho?” O’Shay asked, settling into the high-back office chair. “Psychic,” the Headmaster corrected him politely from where he sat across the desk.  “Or more to the point, I have visions of the future, often random, rarely controllable. They just happen.” “And when you saw us coming here,” Jackhammer asked, preferring to remain standing. He wasn’t comfortable, neither here in the

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It was a small, traditional classroom, comfortably fitting the five students and their teacher. As Jackhammer and O’Shay peered in through the glass door with the Headmaster alongside, there seemed nothing about this small band of youth that made them more special than any other class in any other school. In fact, the only thing that seemed to set them apart, on the surface, was their striking

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Jackhammer stepped aside to let the students pass, feeling a twinge of excitement about their next lesson. They glanced casually at him as they passed, but their focus was engulfed by conversations about who they had to fight tomorrow and how easily there were going to whip the other’s arse. “Telepathy is not one of my abilities, Mr Hammer, but since you think they’re so advanced, you’re

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Seduction circled the gymnasium, admiring the pumped physiques of the scantily clad men grunting and straining on the machinery. He was the Sultan of this harem of heroes, and they looked longingly at him as he walked by each of them, pausing briefly to watch them flex and glisten under the stark lighting. With the exclusion of Crunch and Bounce, who were small time villains until Seduction

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Hawk was dead on time; not a minute too early or late. Yet as he flew across the field, scanning the ground for any sign of Brains, he was alone. It was unlike Brains to be late. The guy was too anally retentive for that… which meant he must be hiding in the trees. Hawk flew to the edge of the forest and circled above, trying to spot movement through the thick wall of branches. Nothing. He

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The cool water caressed Gill’s skin, making him feel more relaxed and confident as he glided effortlessly under the surface. The rush of oxygen feeding into his paws from the water gave him strength and he tensed his muscles to enjoy the sense of power he now felt. He surfaced by the gentle waterfall and quickly scanned for Simmi. The monkey boy was aimlessly leaping from rock to rock along the

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Gyan waited impatiently in the classroom, blinds drawn to ensure privacy. The camera was recording, and he wore headphones, piping a dramatic classical score so he wouldn’t hear Vis enter. He scrawled tomorrow’s lesson on the blackboard, trying to look busy, but all the while wishing he’d turned the heater up a notch. He was getting goosebumps standing around in nothing but his striped lycra

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Jackhammer looked over his army and suppressed a sigh. They were better than nothing but gave him little comfort in a war against experienced combatants. The Brotherhood sat in a clump to one side of the classroom – five apprentice heroes; all oozing potential but none with the experience or intuition to face what was asked of them. At the back of them, Gill and Simmi sat hand in hand and

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Jackhammer awoke to find O’Shay snuggled into his side, snoring softly. High above, dawn was just breaking across the sky in a canvas of pinks and purples. It was going to be a beautiful day. He peeled himself away from O’Shay, amazed that the guy didn’t stir in the slightest. Oh, to sleep so soundly! Nearby, Gill and Simmi slept snuggled into each other while the other three members of The

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"Ambush!" Jackhammer yelled over the rumble. Quake's destructive tremors sent plaster and concrete cascading down upon them. Both sides reacted simultaneously. Vis vanished from sight, engaging his invisibility cloak as Crunch surged into the room, leading Seduction's deadly army of super heroes. O'Shay dove for cover behind an upturned table while his other compatriots lost their balance,

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Jackhammer woke gagging as the fist melted his rock hard abs into jelly. His body tried to double over but the chains hoisting his arms above his head had been built to hold him. Likewise the shackles around his ankles kept his feet secured, digging into his flesh as his knees attempted to curl upwards. He gasped for air and his mouth filled with the bitter taste of chloroform that made his

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Jackhammer sagged in his restraints, haunted by the demise of The Brotherhood, his personal responsibility crushing him. The sound of their thumbs rattling around in Crunch's trophy box nauseated him. As Crunch snapped the box shut, Jackhammer felt a slight wave of relief pass over him. How could he have been so cocky to think he could win this war with kids that had barely started their training

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Jackhammer snorted, expelling the last whiff of the chloroform from his nostrils. His face was level with Jolt's sensational chest and as his head cleared from the effects of the drug, he considered head butting those beautiful pecs to send Jolt flying across the room. Jolt was his friend though; his mentor. And he didn't want to hurt him if he could help it. With his strength returning,

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It was a scene of devastation. Concrete slabs were fractured from the impact of forces they were never meant to endure. Furniture was overturned, shattered and scattered across the cold, silent room. Even in the dim emergency lighting, the wreckage was enough to terrify the sturdiest of warriors. Amongst the debris, a shadow moved. At length, a hand emerged from beneath the rubble and a figure

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They huddled in the centre of the room, surrounded by the rubble that signified their defeat. Tears flowed silently from Simmi's eyes while the other members of The Brotherhood sat silently by him, too traumatised to speak. Gyan looked across at the faces in front of him and avoided glancing down at the still body of Gill at his feet. Like the others, he felt the wretchedness of their situation

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The Brotherhood stood in stunned silence until Vis stepped forward, oblivious to his own nakedness. He was used to the exposure, since it was the only way he could be invisible. "What the fuck is happening?!" he asked again, looking down at his hogtied teacher. The others suddenly burst into life, surrounding Vis in a flurry of questions and explanations and activity; their immediate trauma

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Jackhammer pressed into the wall, his cheek white from the invisible pressure that forced it against the cold hard slab. His hands were lifted to head height and refused to move. His erect cock bounced its moist head against the wall while behind him, Jolt leaned in, scratching his back with his hairy chest. With eyes half closed and his mouth slightly open, Jackhammer looked ready to climax at

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Seduction was bored with the game. The room stunk of pre-cum and testosterone as his harem of Heroes dripped with the anticipation of the lust he had afforded them. But Jackhammer was still a threat; not under his complete control yet and it was time to put an end to that. With little care for his current object of desire, Seduction pushed Bounce aside, dropping him to the ground and crossing

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The members of The Brotherhood looked vaguely familiar to Quake but his brief introduction to them was practically a blur. The focus had been on nabbing Jackhammer. The Brotherhood had been nothing more than a distraction. As he rose to his feet and looked upon them now though, he was sure there had been more than four back at his old headquarters. Bounce slid off his back and landed on his

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For a moment, no one moved. The stillness in the room was only met with the heavy breathing of The Brotherhood and the frightening calm of Seduction's Superhero League. It was as though no one wanted to be the one to make the first move. No one, that is, except O'Shay. Choosing the one hero with no physical super power, O'Shay stepped up behind Brains and crushed him in a bear hug, pinning the

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Seduction's naked army were in control and their glistening bodies of perfection made him want more. He wanted the delicious, timeless vision of everyone naked and writhing on the floor before him. With just that thought transmitted, he watched Jolt rip the pants off Simmi and Hawke as they lay convulsing on the floor. Jolt placed one hand on each of their groins and sent a tingling flow of

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As O'Shay reeled out of the way all eyes turned to Seduction as a roar of fury reverberated off the walls, sending a shock of terror through each of them. Super heroes and villains who had faced and fought their greatest foes involuntarily took a step back as their ears echoed with the deep, animalistic growl that assaulted them. Fever dropped Vis' legs and spun to face the sound, just as Vis

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There should have been celebration. The should have been church bells and cheers and streamers falling from balconies amongst a rainfall of confetti. Instead there was silence. The Superhero League stood back to back motioning their intent to relent to The Brotherhood who stood confused and wary. Even Crunch hovered uncertainly after picking himself up from the floor. Jackhammer stood frozen

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Gyan stumbled backwards as the door burst open and the Superhero League burst through the opening leading The Brotherhood and known enemies, Crunch and Bounce. "What the…?!" he exclaimed as he watched them charge off into the distance, oblivious to his presence. His immediate instinct was to follow them and he ran several hundred metres before hesitating. Were they running to something or from

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Gyan fell to his knees and tears filled his eyes as his heart broke at the betrayal. After everything he'd done to prepare them and mentor them, The Brotherhood had turned against him. The emotional pain cut through him like a knife. Only O'Shay seemed to care and understand. The Irishman stood over him, reaching out in understanding. Gyan had dedicated his life to The Brotherhood. Without them

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Gyan whirled around to face O'Shay before the villain could jump him from behind. "No!" he screamed at the Irish menace. "Gyan!" a voice said behind him, and suddenly Jolt appeared by his side. "We're real," Jolt said. "I don't know how but you broke his control, but you distracted him enough for us to get back here." "That's exactly what you'd say if you were an illusion!" Gyan said,

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Gyan turned to O'Shay and approached the bars of the cage. "Don't gloat too hard," he said to the Irishman. "you may have us trapped, but you forgot one thing." "What's that?" O'Shay smirked. "Pain disupts your dream worlds!" Gyan clenched his fists and thrust his arms through the cage, hooking them around the bars. The electric shock locked every muscle in his body. Gyan convulsed violently

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Jolt peeled off his shorts and hit the shower, waiting eagerly for Fever to join him. The warm water streamed over his tired body, relaxing him immediately. He was tired mentally more than physically though. It had been a tough month setting up the new redoubt. So much had to be done in the wake of Seduction's attack. The League had been pretty shaken. They had never come so close to utter

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Can generate electricity Has heat on his side  Can create powerful tremors The ultimate fighting machine

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  Mesmerises his victims then controls them with his semen  An incredible rubber man  A powerful & deadly strongman

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  Psychic, mentor, teacher   Can survive underwater  Ability to scale and climb  Can fly like a bird  The gift of invisibility  Super-intelligence

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