Chicanery Behind Closed Doors
Is it time for a new story? I think it’s time for a new story, right out of the blue with absolutely no warning whatsoever. I watched Skyhigh once and this is what happened. This will be told through a series of short stories, drabbles, blurbs and things of that sort I guess, from different perspectives and absolutely no timeline at all. I’ll probably make a post to organize them chronologically if needed but for now, it doesn’t Exist.
Here it is I guess haha
“It’s been the third clash this month,” Damian’s tone is colored in disapproval, his eyes leaving his tablet to glare at the TV. The news anchor, dressed in his usual work blues, stands among the wreckage of yet another battle between the state’s local hero league, The Visionaries, and the latest villain gang that has been steadily rising to power in the last year. Rubble littered the streets, broken apart by the massive vines that were growth thick and dense that had grown out of the buildings.
“It’s been awhile since a band of villains were able to do this much damage,” Daniel responds, the constant rhythm of his fingers over his laptop’s keys broken only to take a sip of smoothie. “It’s only natural that they would want to take care of this as quickly as possible.”
“Yeah, and moving their brawls to the streets is the best way to get done,” Damian scoffs at his brother’s placid tone, “If anything, they’re escalating the problem rather than solving it.” The chime of Damien’s phone breaks his train of thought. Mouth clicking shut, he reaches for his phone with an agitated sign.
“Haven’t they always been fighting in the streets?” Daniel pauses at his half brother’s silence, his fingers resting on the keys as he watched Damien’s dark eyes grow darker as he continues to read. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m getting called into work,” he grumbles after another short silence. Odd, they both knew that it was Damian’s day off today. The brunette had been working nonstop for the last week to spend the holiday with what was left of their small family. “But they’re annoyingly tightlipped about what’s got them all bothered.” He shoves his phone into his pocket and shuts off his tablet. Knowing better than to dilly dally despite being calling in on such short notice, Damian makes short work of getting ready for well, work.
“Probably a staffing issue,” Daniel take his keys from where his half brother left them, at the corner of the dining table that he was seated at, and tosses them at Damian as he passed by. “Some of your coworkers probably got caught up in the last fight.” Daniel’s eyes flicker to his own phone as the words left his lips, his eyes narrowing when his phone failed to light up as well. Both of them work for the same company, though in different divisions. It’s odd that only one of them would get called in and the other not, maybe things were worse off than what he thought they would be?
No real surprise there, the villain gang in question had been growing since May of last year, slowly amassing more members and through them, more means to pull off loud and audacious acts against the state and The Visionaries. Most concerning was the last scuffle between the two sides where not just one, but two members of the hero’s guild was killed in the fight along with more than two dozen civilians that were caught in the initial start of the confrontation. Could it be that this time-
“Don’t be paranoid,” Damian’s peeved voice cuts through his thoughts, “it’s probably not as bad as what ever you’re concocting up in your head right now.” He slips on his shoes and pulls open the door. “Don’t wait up for me, who knows how long those assholes are going to keep me.”
“I’m your older brother, I’m supposed to be worried,” he says to the door, his words were just a bit too slow to reach Damian before the door was slammed shut. He rolls his eyes, but the furrow between them stayed. He just hopes that his brother cools down before reaching their workplace.