Gone

"Where could all of them have gone Virg?" Richie asked me as we patrolled the city. "It's like they all just vanished into thin air."

I wanted the answer to that question myself. I had no idea where all of the bang-babies had disappeared to. The only ones left were Richie, Adam, and I. The rest were just... Gone.

The first to disappear had been Hotstreak, followed by Ebon and the rest of the meta-breed. One by one the bang-babies had vanished until only the three of us were left.

"I don't know Rich," I told him, "I wish I knew though."

"So eager to see your little friends?" a voice from behind us said, "That can be arranged."

Rich and I turned to see a man in blue and red armor, a cape, and a helmet. He was floating in mid-air behind us.

"Are you the one thats been kidnapping bang-babies?" I asked as we turned to face him. I was glad that Adam wasn't here, if this guy got us, someone needed to defend Dakota.

"I am," he said, "but I didn't kidnap them. I simply made them an offer that they couldn't refuse."

"Who are you exactly?" Richie asked the figure.

"I am Magneto," the man said, "and I have come to offer you two a place at my side."

"Not a chance," I said, " Now, give us the others."

"Why is it," Magneto said, "That you kids can't work with others. You replied in the same way everyone else did. But I won't take no for an answer."

He gestured and Richie shot forward.

"Whoa!" Richie shouted, "Static, help! I can't stop!"

I shot out an electrical current, wrapping it around Richie. I managed to stop him, but I couldn't pull him back. This guy was no pushover. I shot more electricity, this time at Magneto. He dodged it and the next thing I knew I was covered in slime. I shorted out and fell, Richie flying toward Magneto.

I hit the ground, and just before I lost consciousness, I saw the Magneto flying off, Richie and a the man who must have slimed me in tow.

I came to in a familiar apartment. I tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down by a hand, whose arm was stretched across the room. The hand was attached to a tall, lanky, young black man, whose face was plastered all over the city.

"You okay Virg?" asked my sisters boyfriend Adam AKA Rubber-band Man, "You shouldn't try to sit up, you hit your head pretty hard when you fell."

"Fell?" I tried to remember what happened and it all came flooding back, "Adam, where's Richie?" the older hero didn't reply. "Where is he Adam?"

"Virgil," Adam said, "I'm sorry, by the time I got there, you were unconscious and the guys who had attacked the two of you were gone, and so was Richie."

"What do you mean?" I asked, "Richie's gone?"

"Yes, Virgil," Adam said, "Richie's gone."