Black Falcon: Payment For Our Sins

Chapter 2

"So what would you like to order?" 

"Uh...Oooo the pancakes, with the sausage and eggs and hash browns." I smiled and closed the menu. "oh and orange juice please." We were at the Waffle House sitting in a rust colored booth that was kind of squishy and kind of sticky. 

"I'll just have coffee." 

"Oh stop trying to be brooding. He loves waffle. Can he have the waffles?" He smiled at me and I laughed. "Also can you change my sausage to turkey sausage. He doesn't eat pork." 

"Sure." The waitress had wrote it down on her little note pad. "Anythin' else?" 

"Nope. I think we're good. Thank you." 

The woman walked away and I heaved a sigh tilting my head back. "I'm so tired." I rubbed my eyes. "So did you hear about what's happening in Metropolis?" 

"Yeah something about music controlling the people" 

"Yup, but I guess I shouldn't worry too much since that's Superman's city. He would probably handle it in seconds." 

Dawnwing or Devrim Nadir's face had turned sour. "I don't like Superman. Too much power in one person never ends well." He shakes his head and I laugh awkwardly. I wondered what he thought about me with my powers growing and all. I mean I probably already made a few of those prisoners deaf and made a lot more of them bleed. 

I do admit that after the fact I did feel sorry  for the prisoners, even though they are criminals, but for some reason I did like the feeling of my powers growing; the thought that I could cause so much destruction, almost as if I could do anything...but...I guess this is what people fear. This is what Devrim fears. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Hm?" 

"You were staring at nothing for a long time completely ignoring that the food came." 

"Oh, I looked down at the table and there, as he said, was the steaming hot plate of food. "I'm fine I was just literally thinking about how hungry I am." I stuffed a fork full of hash browns in my mouth and smiled. 

Devrim laughed but I could tell it wasn't fully sincere. He knew me well enough to see right through all of my masks. 

"Hey you know it's..." 

CRASH! BOOM! We were interrupted by a flying mailbox smashing through the window and sending our waitress flying back into the diner's bar. Her body was oddly wedged between the stools. 

"Sorry. I was aiming for him." A guy in a all black skin tight cat like suit had appeared out of nowhere beside me. His green eyes almost seemed to glow and when he gave his signature sly smile, where just about everyone would be in awe, you'd notice how perfect his teeth were. 

"What the heck Feline!" 

"Forget what the heck! What the hell!?" yelled Devrim from another table. We were both fortunate to dodge out the way; Devrim sliding out of the booth while I rolled backwards into the one behind me and crouched beneath the table. 

"I'll go check on the woman; seeing how she is fairing after experiencing the United States Postal Service." Devrim looked at me then Feline. "I'm guessing too soon." I crawled out from under the table. 

"Always a nice view mi amor..." after crawling out from under the table Devrim slammed him into the wall. 

"What was your purpose in throwing that mail box. You just hurt an innocent person." 

"Mailbox?" He looks over to the big blue cube like object that I was prying off of the waitress. "I guess that makes more since than a baseball doing all this damage." 

"A baseball?" Devrim's grip loosened. 

" Yeah." Feline disappears and reappears across the room holding a baseball and rolling his arm. "It's been awhile since I've played. Besides the nearest mailbox is a few blocks away. I couldn't pick it up and throw something like that with such accuracy even if I tried." 

"Then who...?" 

"Guys." I pointed outward towards the window where an orange skinned woman with burning hair was walking towards us. 

"Is that...?" 

"Starfire. Looking as hot as ever." Feline jumped up in excitement. 

"Is there anything that doesn't turn you on?" Dawnwing's eyes darted around the room; probably trying to formulate a plan. 

"You don't." Feline gave a look of distaste. 

"Guys be serious. We got a warrior princess who is highly resistant or probably immune to radiation, meaning nuc's can't stop her and that's among many of her abilities. We also need to get the innocent away from here. Fortunately for us most of them had ran away so we just have to get the waitress to the hosp..." 

Starefire moved quickly to the window and stopped; looking at us from the other side of the hole. 

"Quickly remind me why we're so quick to fighting your super powered alien friend?" Feline moved slightly back. "Can't we just talk to her?" 

"I would if I knew that something wasn't wrong. Now teleport the waitress to the hospital and come right back." 

"I'm sorry but I can't let you do that." Starfire's voice was as sweet as ever but her eyes held every bit of glowing green intention to kill. "She needs to pay for her sins." 

"What are you talking about ?" 

"Starfire you can't hurt the innocent. I don't know what's wrong with you but you of all people should understand that everyone should be treated fairly. Even if that person is evil they have the right to a fair trial at least. So I'll ask this once and only once. Please. Stand down." Dawnwing's voice was stern and more commanding, than the actual idea of letting her choose, but it seemed to work. Starfire's face went slack and formed a frown. 

"I'm sorry, I... I don't know what has gotten into me." She held her head to her hands. "I must treat everyone fairly...a-and break every last one of you sinners bones and feed your corpses to the tyrants on Dictacular 5" Starfire's blazing hair burst into life and her fist were encased in green spheres of energy. 

"Go! Now!" I yelled 

Feline quickly disappeared with the waitress, dodging Starfire's punch just in time. 

"Ha ha ha." I laughed "We're screwed."