The New Order

[Myself]

Yes, this is what I'm calling this version of new beginning. Without further ado, let's get started on the story, this one copied and pasted from the place I originally posted it.

I'm going to start writing as a non-powered human being; your average Joe.

His name is Jackson Thomas (a name from the top of my head).

My normal character may make an appearance or two.

Here we go:
"Alright, here I was, minding my own business, when one of those superpowered freaks smashes into my apartment! He didn't even apologise for it!" I narrated.

"I know, I know, this pub gets a lot of those stories these days. I remember the days when the world lacked those who could levitate continents with their minds." Said the bartender "It was simpler, safer and more predictable".

I was chatting with a bartender and two friends. We met here every week on a Friday after work, to discuss world issues. Today, we were talking about the gods who call themselves human.

"Would both of you stop it? I was saved by one of those "weird" people, in a way no normal human could do so." Argued my old college friend Peter. "If it weren't for their efforts, I wouldn't be speaking to you right now; I would have died months ago".

"Oh come on Peter!" Shouted the bartender, who was getting annoyed by this point "They were playing a drinking game, based on the amount of lives they could save! What they do is inhumane, merely saving lives as a side effect".

"Aaaagh! You're so stubborn; ever since their appearance, you've changed, like you've had a stroke or something!" Bellowed Peter, who looked a bit drunk at this time. "William, you agree with me, don't you?"

William then replied "Yes I do, as I have seen more people saved in our hospital in the last few months than in my 20-year career, all due to these so-called "freaks". Besides, they feed the starving, provide new technology, keep world peace and colonize space and other universes, preventing overpopulation on Earth. Just remember, they were once normal, most of them teenagers and are trying to get on with their lives and powers."

"How can you say that?" Asked the bartender "Only God deserves that kind of power, yet these...uh...people play with that power like it's a new toy! How can we trust them anyway? Our government tried to get information from one of them and he trashed the army as easily as we swat a fly on our shoulder! What's worse, they could be listening to our conversation right now and there's nothing we can do about it." The Bartender looked across the room to a kid sitting at a table with a friend. They had not ordered anything yet, so he asked "Hey, are you going to order something, or what?"

The kid stood up, revealing his true height and lankiness. He then said "I heard what you said about the superhumans. You will be pleased to know that I am one of them, with over 200 non-mimicked powers and that I do not take such discriminatory comments lightly." The Bartender then levitated, flew over the counter and was grasped by the neck, before being tossed effortlessly through a wall.

The Bartender, still recovering, said "Jester, please do not harm me, I am of no threat to you."

The kid laughed, amused by this, saying "First of all, I'm not Jester. Jester would have enslaved your family, liquified you house and turned this pub into an eternal prison for all inside within a second for saying that. Secondly, I'm one of the nicer superhumans, showing you mercy. I'm full aware you're of no threat to me; the world's combined armies and nuclear weapons are of no threat to me."

At this point, William, myself and Peter leaped at the kid who, without moving, froze us in midair.

The Kid looked up, saying "I have three functional minds in my head and a mastery of telekinesis; those two alone, heck, even just telekinesis, is enough for me to hold off your attacks. I'll leave you with a prophecy though, since I have sympathy. It is this "Whoever saves one life shall be saved themselves, just as one who takes lives will themselves suffer." He promptly teleported away.

"What was that about?" Wondered William.

"I think we need to alert the government of yet another prophecy a superhuman is unwilling to deliver directly to them" I answered.

[Myself]

Alright, since nobody's posting, I'm going to write more.

When the FBI agents had finished interrogating us and let us go home, I left, wanting to get back to my apartment. I'd like to watch the news, particularly the news group dedicated to the superhuman's activity. I would find out how fast our knowledge had spread, as well as other information.

As I walked home, I thought about how I was suspended so effortlessly. "This is just further evidence that they are an abomination." I thought to myself. Unfortunately, the path then reared up like a snake, took the form of a giant version of one, then chased me. "Typical, they're playing with us again."

I was already near home, so I ran away from the snake and made it my house, just as it returned to it's original state. I walked up the stairs, heart racing, until I reached my apartment. I went inside and locked the door. I felt safer, despite knowing full well the door would not stand against an enraged superhuman.

I walked to the couch, picked up the remote and turned on the tv, watching a report that Tokyo's was now made of pasta due to a criminally insane reality warper. Next, a report that a lake in Oklahoma now floated a kilometer in the air, containing confused fish.

Bored of the reports of misbehaving reality we true humans were unable to control, I went to bed and smoked a cigarette to help me get to sleep.

I must have fallen asleep shortly afterwards, because I woke up to a burning house. In the scorching heat, I tried to make it to the door, avoiding fire around the place. I was near the door when a piece of burning timber fell on me and knocked me unconscious.

The next event changed my opinion about the superhumans for a while, since I looked up and saw The Kid staring down at me. "You died for a few minutes there, but I decided to bring you back and heal the injuries you suffered."

"Oh be real, you didn't do it out of the kindness of your heart, you did it for the game you play!" I shouted.

"No, the game we play is to save people, not revive them. It would be far too easy that way." The Kid mentioned. "Remember the prophecy I told you? This has something to do with it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that the stranger you tried to save before, despite the clear impossibility of the task, earned you a second life".

"That makes sense, I guess." I replied, after thinking the phrase through again "Whoever saves one life shall be saved themselves, just as one who take live with themselves suffer."

"It actually has a double meaning, also meaning that I and other superhumans forgave you for your hatred of us."

I sat and though about it, while lying on the path outside my apartment. He looked at me, as if deciding what to do, before again teleporting away. I then said to myself "Perhaps William and Peter are right, that they are a good thing."

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(Let's try this!)

I walk into my apartment having picked up my mail and check the fridge for food. Having found some ravioli, I check my mail.

"Bills, bills, bills, bills," I mutter to myself. "Oh, and one letter from my sister who's going to that special school that can 'train' normals to equal supers. Ridiculous!"

The idea of normals being able to equal supers in any field is just ridiculous in my opinion. I mean, supers have heightened capabilities in every way. My pay from my job went down after all the supers appeared went down, because I can't compete at the level that they do. Life is so not fair!

[Mr. Awesome]

I, Leonard Barnhart, was sitting in my dining room eating a chocolate chip cookie and reading the newspaper. I looked at one panel in the newspaper and saw that yet another super has saved the day yet again.

I sighed and said, "Geez, now almost everyone has super strength, speed, telekinesis, exetera and I have the greatest power that could possibly be kind of real."

I am a hypnotist and I think that I could possibly have a power even without the stopwatch...

[Myself]

"Oh, gee, more super ads? When will they end?" I thought to myself.

This ad was in the newspaper, with an offer to grant powers to normal people for an unusually low price. I am cautious about it though, since it seems too good to be true.

"I might talk to William and Peter about this one." I considered. "They might have interesting opinions about this."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

As I sit on my couch checking my bills, I hear a knock at the door and get up to check it. When I open the door I find two people. Both blond, wearing sunglasses and leather. They're twins and graduates from the school my sister is going to so I say, "C'mon in. Jasmine and Gustav Schwartz, right?"

They come in, walk down the hall with me to the table, and say, "So then, your sister is at the Academy right now then?"

I reply as I fetch a kettle to boil water in for tea, "Yeah, I just got a letter from her. Didn't have time to open it up though."

They sit waiting for me to finish with the tea and ask another question, "Have any of your sister's letters detailed what occurs at the school?"

I walk over with the kettle still warming up, "No, but then I haven't read the latest letter. All of them so far have been asking about how I do."

Suddenly, there is an explosion outside and we all rush to the door.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Riggs was living the high life. He was fabulously rich because of the Supers. Ever since they had shown up he had been profiting off them. He ran betting rings, sold merchandise, sponsored TV Shows and even movies. As long as the Supers kept on acting like themselves, Riggs would have a steady stream of cash.

Today was like any other day for Riggs, he sat watching the city from the balcony of his mansion, sipping coffee. He contemplated what the future held for him. Where could he go from here.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Upon getting outside the door, we can easily see that the explosion had come from a pyromancer, who in my oh-so-not-humble opinion, had gone nuts with power. I mean, c'mon he was screaming, "POWER!!! IT FEELS GREAT! ALL OF YOU WILL BOW DOWN AT MY FEET!!!"

While I watched the stupid super, Jasmine and Gustav looked at each other and pulled out from somewhere one katana apiece. Then they simultaneously said, "Blast, Bazooka."

Their katanas reformed into three bazookas each and Gustav said to all of us in the apartment building, "All of you remain calm. This is unfortunately part of my job description. Oh, and Ms. Shigemoto? This is part of what your sister is learning to do. Let's go Schwester!"

The two then teleported themselves with the bazookas near the pyromancer, who then threw flames at both of the Schwartzes. The fire glanced off of a barrier as Jasmine said in a voice just barely loud enough for all to hear, "Fool. Do you even know who you oppose?"

The pyromancer didn't even give a second to thought before replying, "DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE? YOU'RE ALL GONNA BURN AND DIE!"

Jasmine sighed, "I'll introduce myself regardless. I am 'The Cold Sister,' a graduate of the Minerva Academy."

The pyromancer looks taken aback as he recognizes the name and the crowd on the ground and in the apartment gasps. The pyromancer turns pale and barely manages to squeak, "I-i-it c-c-couldn't b-b-be! Y-y-you can't be them."

Gustav interrupts him and says, "Oh, but we are. I am 'The Warm Brother,' another graduate of Minerva Academy."

The two Schwartzes fire off their bazookas as the pyromancer gapes at tthem, freezing him in ice until the cops and ambulances came.

All of us at the apartment stayed up late that night answering the questions of the cops.

[Myself]

"You know what? I don't think I'd want to get any powers, since I'd then be in the same category as those freaks we hate." Argued The Bartender.

We were back at the bar, the following night this time, debating the ad I had found in the newspaper. By a stroke of luck (or bad luck, depending on your opinion) he was the same one as last night.

"I think they'd be helpful for saving the patients I treat at the hospital." Replied William.

"I was personally saved from a housefire by the very kid who came here last night." I reported.

"See what we mean?" Commented Peter.

"Yeah, but only for the game they play, toying with our lives." Scowled the extraordinarily biased bartender.

"Actually, that game only applies if they save someone before death or they bring them back through natural means like CPR." I  argued. "I died and he brought me back, enabling me to explain the prophecy to the government."

"I still hate them; they aren't natural." Argued the stubborn bartender. "Nothing will change my opinion."

William then whispered to me "Let's see if we can do something about that."

[Mr. Awesome]

"Hey Jess!" I yelled up the stairs of my house,

"Yeah" sadi a female voice,

"I think we might be a little late for the show because I just saw a team of bad-looking supers out in the city." I say as a beautiful blonde girl comes down the stairs.

This was Jessica, my assistant in my hypnosis act. She was very smart and I mean VERY smart. Almost like it was a power of hers. She can remember a lot, she can analyze a person's face and guess their personality or even powers and she is good at many subjects. As much as I could see that as super, I don't because it's probably not but it is useful.

"It's okay Leo, they were just pyrokinetic hobos." Jessica said with a smile as she hugged me,

"I'm getting tired of this paranoia of these superhumans doing whatever they want in this city." I say,

"Well, we know that we're super in our own way, you are a very good hypnotist and I am very smart." says Jessica,

"You're so cute when you say stuff like that." I say as I hug her back,

"Thanks, but shouldn't we be going now?" asked Jessica,

"Oh shoot, you're right! We have to go before we're actually late!" I say pulling Jessica and running to the car,

Jessica giggled at him and got into the car with him as they drove off.

[Zaleramancer]

"Ma'am, let me get this straight. Ever since this man moved into your building your dog.. Tibbles has been barking all night?" I ask as I shift the phone I'm holding.

The woman on the phone assured me that she was certain, just certain that this man had some kind of unnatural superpower, and her poor Tibbles couldn't just stand it.

"Alright Ma'am. I'll see if we can get someone to go check as soon as possible." I assure as I hang up.

Once the phone is off, I sigh. I hate calls like this. Calls about how people were sure that one of their neighbors was some kind of crazy superhuman. The Agency I was part of, a sort of off growth of the government emergency telephone services like 911, dealt purely with superhuman problems. We answered phone calls and sent in our own government-registered superhuman agents.

"Alright.." I mutter, "Who to send to deal a crazy dog?"

I smile and leave my cubicle. I head for the room the agents like to loaf around in. As I enter, I look for the new girl, who had some animal based powers. I spot her and wave her over.

"I need you to go to this address." I say as I hand her a scrap of paper. "Some lady's dog is going crazy. The lady thinks her new neighbor is super powered."

The new girl grimaces slightly, obviously realizing what kind of assignment she'd gotten. As she walks off, I head to grab some coffee before returning to my cubicle.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

After breakfast, Riggs headed down to the studio. They were filming the next episode of "Superhero's Now" today and he did not want to miss it. He was the man in charge after all. He had to make sure his "actors" were ready.

When he arrived on the set, things were already underway. The Supers he had hired were warming up for their performance.

"Alright boys. Let's make this a great film session. Let's go!", Riggs announced.

"Yes sir, Mr. Riggs."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

The next day after the Schwartzes fought with a crazed pyrokinetic, I played mahjong with friends. One of my friends says, "So Mayumi, I heard that there was a crazed super near your apartment yesterday."

Another friend says, "Ooooooh. Tell us about it! Tell us!"

I pick up one mahjong tile and place it with my pieces and throw one into the discards before replying, "Not much to say about it. The pyrokinetic blew something up and was frozen by an anti-super squad before he could do too much damage."

Both of my friends say, "Aaaah.... That's all? That's not interesting at all."

At that point my third friend flips over her tiles and says, "I win."

Th rest of us look at her and say, "What?!?  "

She replies, "Pay attention to the game if you don't want to lose. Now hand over your bets of 20 dollars!"

We groan as we reach into our pockets.

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Mr. Awesome]

Me and Jessica arrive at the theatre with new outfits on. I had a suit with a black Phantom of the Opera mask on and Jess had a traditional 'lovely assistant' uniform on. We ran inside the back enterance to meet up with our boss, Craig, who had a sonic voice.

"Where were you two!" Craig yelled which luckily the audience couldn't hear because of their own noise,

"We just ran a little late, the show didn't even start yet." I said trying to get the ringing out of my ears,

"Yeah, Leo and I were running into some traffic and some pyrokinetic bums." Jess said lying about the pyrokinetics, even though we saw some and they didn't attack. Many people understand you if supers were involved, even if they are a super themselves,

"Well why didn't you just say so. Anyway just get ready because the show starts in two minutes." said Craig,

"PLACES EVERYONE!!!" Craig yelled walking away from me and Jess and over to a light manipulator in control of the...well, lights,

"Are you ready for another show?" Jess asked,

"Yeah, I'm ready." I said as the announcer boomed,

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Animal Mimics and Plant Mimics! Please put your hands together for The Mystery!"

The curtain rose and I was ready to do my hypnotizing thing...

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Myself]

"Grrrr! I hate that Super with Abjuration!" Yelled our regular bartender. "He put some ward on me that stops me from drinking my beer!"

Our bartender had annoyed a super earlier, who then placed an anti-alcohol ward on him. It was actually quite amusing.

"You know, you could call him and apologize for calling him "scum of the earth" earlier." Argued our logical friend William. "To be honest, I would have done a similar thing if I were in his position and had his power."

"You mean you support him?" Yelled our chronically biased bartender.

"Actually, yes, he doesn't deserve what you did to him." William replied calmly "From memory, you were threatening to bash him if he didn't get out. The new law of superhuman equality allows him to do so, since you acted with bias towards him, including violence, so he can use his powers in a way that does not harm you in response."

Peter and I were enjoying this argument greatly. The bartender got angry from any sign of support towards the supers, but William would never anger. It's probably because William's a doctor, so he has to deal with patients who act this way towards him, at least he had to when he was a nurse.

"What about that super who threw me through that window? I wasn't able to work for a few days." Argued the bartender, for once using logic. "That was both an injury and an inconvenience, so that law doesn't apply."

"Well, actually, he didn't have the law apply to him because he is one of the few so-called "omega level supers", meaning that they got their powers before the rest of the world and they can have hundreds of powers." I said, joining in the argument for a change. "All the police and military personnel in the world could gang up on that one superhuman and he would knock them over like bowling pins."

"He could still be killed by a nuke or something, right?" Asked the suddenly scared bartender. "That would have to kill him."

"Nope, it wouldn't." Countered Peter, who knew more about supers than we did. "I googled him and discovered he has the telekinetic potential to move the Earth with his mind if he wanted to. He can manipulate reality, absorb more powers, control minds and much more."

"What if it did hit him though." Questioned the bartender. "I can't imagine him not dying from that."

"Not die from that? Ha!" Scoffed Peter. "He would sense it coming, react faster than we can imagine and stop it with his mind. If it did hit him somehow, his wards would block it, his superpowered clothes would stop it and his arsenal of defensive powers including Impenetrable Field and Negated Superman would keep him alive. In the small chance he actually did die, he'd just come back with Resurrection Man or Reincarnation Determination."

"Well, thanks for the nightmares, assuming there isn't a ward against sleep placed on me." Replied the bartender, who left shortly after we did.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The day that had started out so brilliantly was now becoming a superpowered nightmare. Riggs' star super actor had gone berserk when he found out they were killing off his character in the next episode. The Geokinetic actor had collapsed the studio, broken down the security booth and rampaged his way out into the city. Riggs had hidden behind the golf carts they used for transportation. As he watched his star actor cause millions of dollars in property damage, he complained to himself on his bad luck.

"This is going to cost me millions. That damn super is going to have hell to pay for this little stunt. He destroyed my studio and ruined my production. I'll probably be blamed for his actions. Damn, and things were going so smoothly today."

Riggs quietly slipped out of the studio lot and sneaked away to his car.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

As I walked down the street after the mahjong game with my friends I decided to go shopping. Unfortunately, a stupid geokinetic came ripping through the shopping mall I was in and 'accidentally' harmed thousands of innocent people (including me) before finally being stopped and restrained by anti-super squads. The only good part was the free hospital stay. I'd ONLY bought myself a new cellphone with 2 terabytes of memory and photo, video, internet, and texting capabilities. Oh, the sadness of the situation!