Hue

The blind mafia

This was my last time. My last time working with my best friend, my last time protecting the streets I grew up on and my last mission in England. I was going to make sure that my last time went out with a bang, which was fairly ironic because my latest mission was to prevent a bomb distribution. So realistically it'll go out with a bang wether I fail or not.

Thankfully I had my sidekick with me to help, though she would suggest I were her sidekick considering I had no beneficial powers. She was actually the only reason I'd been allowed on this case. The agency I worked for was hesitant for a lower ranked super to have a higher profiled mission.

We had been waiting in the bushes for over two hours outside of an abandoned wearhouse; anticipating the arrival of Mr Cliche bad guy, but apparently he had more important issues to attend to. So I sat cross legged shifting the colours of the leaves to pass the time. My partner, however, bounced her leg next to me while occasionally asking why this was taking so long.

"Lavender, please can you relax," I whispered just incase anyone was around to hear us.

She didn't stop bouncing.

My eyes rolled and the leaves around us shifted to a striking red... Or maybe it was brown, it was hard to tell at night. Yeah, I know, how stupid for someone who can manipulate colours to be colour blind. There were precisely one thousand four hundred and sixty two documented superpowers and I just had to posses this one. It wasn't even cool like Lavender's. Lavender could take down an army if she wanted to, just with a thought. It wasn't exactly mind control but she could manipulate emotions to the extent where someone could be paralysed with fear or mentally scared from trauma. She'd been tasked with training me until I was ready to go solo but after two years we've still stuck together. It's crazy to think that the strongest bond I have in my life is shared with someone who's identity is still a secret to me.

"Hue!" Lavender shouted. She pointed towards distant headlights coming over a hill. This was our cue to get ready. Lavender finally perked up and stopped making the annoying rustling sound that came from the friction between the legs of her suit.

"Remember the plan?" She asked.

Like we hadn't been over it a million times.

I nodded quickly before sprinting out of the bushes to get closer to the entrance. I was to cause a distraction so that Lavender could sneak around and get in range. Sounds simple enough... hopefully. Black SUV's trailed behind each other; sandwiching a Black van. So that's where the bomb is.

The entrance of warehouse opened with an awful screech. I crouched behind a few crates to see if the guy, walking out of the rusty shutter door, matched the facial profile we were given. Just from that nonchalant smirk plastered on his face I could recognise him. His teeth were pearlescent against the night sky, which I thought was peculiar considering the lifestyle he lives. You wouldn't think a criminal would care about dental care. The power position he was standing in made it obvious he wanted to make a good impression. I gave him a disapproving look before disappearing back into the shadows.

When the cars pulled up to the warehouse thirteen men piled out and into a triangular formation; all wearing matching black suits. They were dressed very formal for a bomb distribution at 3AM. Two more men stepped out the van and with them came a huge crate that was a lot bigger than I anticipated. I thought it'd be something more casual, like C4's but this looked military grade. Well this just got more difficult. I could practically feel the glaring eyes of Lavender on me awaiting on how I would react to the change in circumstances. If she had laser vision I'd definitely be a pile of ash.

A opening appeared which signaled it was time to make my move. I ran into a poorly executed forward summersault and crouched behind one of the parked SUV's. The small stones of the gravel dug into my skin and I had to hold back a whimper.

Okay. Let's do this.

I placed my hand on the rear of the SUV and slowly shifted the colour from midnight black to neon yellow. Yellow always had been my favourite colour especially considering it was one of the few I could see correctly. A domino effect of realisation started, which I could tell from the numerous amount of gun clocking. Footsteps started to inch closer to my position, the gravel making a wet sloshing sound from an afternoon of heavy rainfall. I looked around frantically looking for an escape. Lavender wouldn't be in position yet and I couldn't take all of these guys down. I was way out of my league.

As I wracked my mind trying to think of a strategy that didn't end with remnants of my brain being splattered on the ground, I looked up to see a man looking directly at my location. My eyes widened in fear. Crap. Then as if overlooking me he lowered his gun and bent down to peer under the, now yellow, SUV.

What was this, the blind mafia?

My forehead creased from confusion when the well dressed henchman gave an 'all clear'. I was very much far from all clear, but, when my eyes wandered down to where I expected my knees to be, my mouth dropped open and my eyes danced with opportunistic glee. I'm invisible. My happiness was the equivalent to a four year old on Christmas Day, getting every gift on their wish list, but, this was so much better. I finally had a useful power!

I was up in an instant. Time to put the little fighting training Lavender taught me before she decided to give up. I ran towards the first well dressed henchman with gravel scraping under my feet and used all my momentum to punch him to the ground. My aim wasn't too great as I only clipped his jaw, but at least I got him on the ground. A slight chuckle left my mouth and to prevent detection I slapped my hand over it. One by one I either punched, kicked or charged at the rest of the surprisingly older men until they were all knocked out. They definitely didn't belong in this line of work; I had a hunch most of these guys worked nine to five office jobs, had mediocre families at best and wanted to distract themselves from their upcoming midlife crisis.

Go home to your wife, Bob.

After an extra five minutes of changing the skin colour of every unconscious henchman bright blue, for personal satisfaction, I became visible along the way. This was definitely the best day of my life. I single-handedly completed an incredibly dangerous mission with a dormant power. It was practically unheard of. The world knew that powers emerged during the start of puberty when a mutated version of the gonadotropin releasing hormone is produced, so that technically makes me an anomaly.

My thoughts were cut short from a monotone, deep voice behind me. It sounded corse which managed to make my skin crawl. Slowly, I turned around to face an extremely fat man; wearing the same suit as all of the other henchmen except his was busting at the seams. Lavender was encased in between his strong biceps which looked like they were draining her life away. Her head hung limp and I had an instinctive reaction to pry her away.

"Take one step and I snap her neck... the same goes if you try and pull that disappearing act too."

My throat went dry and my legs tensed. I was certain he could see my eyes darting for a solution and his smirk was conformation that I couldn't find any.

"What do you want?" I spat at the plump man.

"I want to take that bomb over there"- to which he gestured with his head-"and to take it without you or this lovely lady disrupting me."

Every word contained malice even without it being necessary and it sent shivers all throughout my body. My supposedly breathable suit wasn't doing too good of a job as beads of sweat made my skin feel clammy. I was trapped figuratively and literally.

"Let her go and you can take it."

"You really think I'm dumb enough to do that, the second I let go of little miss purple she'll get her powers back."

Apparently my facial expressions are easy to read, because my dumbfounded look  was met with a chuckle and a brief warning about how he can inhibit the use of powers. I was helpless. This isn't how this should've happened, a good hero would've been able to take down the bad guys; a good hero would've stopped this bomb distribution and a good hero should've been able to keep their partner for falling into the wrong hands. I'm not a good hero.

"You lose, Hue." He spat my super alias.

Sorry that this was short but it was just the prologue. I'll try and make chapters longer.