The men in suits were holding onto my arms as they escorted me out of the alley and towards their large black SUV. I struggled slightly, managing to get my legs up in the air at one point as I tried to get away, but the two men were strong and they held an electrical current to my side just in case I tried anything that would lead to my escape.
"Hello, Otto." The window which had been rolled up before was now snug inside the door with the face of a bearded man on the other side, smug as always. His shades were very dark and hid what I imagined were piercing grey eyes. I had never seen them, which was a good thing because his stare kills people. Literally. He makes people go insane with a glance and they end up throwing themselves off a building or running in front of a bus within a couple of minutes. Those that survive the delusional effects of his smug face end up serving him like the two bozos cutting my circulation off.
"Will you let me go?" I tugged with all my might and they released their grip.
"Get in the car Otto." The man said, his name was Render, which I never enjoyed, sort of tacky to give yourself a nickname, but nevertheless that is what he went by. I leaned against the door with my hand propped up just enough to flick his glasses just enough to annoy him, but not to reveal his stare.
"No thanks." I winked and turned towards the two men who were getting ready to grab me, but I slid against the car and around them, running away as fast as I could. The two men stumbled like goons in the movies and it was almost slapstick. Render rolled up the window and after a grunt his henchmen were hot on my trail with the heels of their shoes clicking on the pavement behind me.
"This seems nice," My soles skidded as I took a sharp turn into a club, brushing past the bouncer with ease and almost running into two young ladies, "Excuse me." I said as I found myself wading through a crowd of dancers to the other side of the intoxicated mob. I noticed a man walking away from the crowd and squinted at him, following his path from the table where he set his drink down to the restroom he entered by himself.
The restroom was actually pretty nice, with its white tile and warm lighting. I hadn't expected it to be as clean and bright as it was so my eyes had to adjust. When I rounded the corner, I saw him - the man I was going after. He had approached the urinal and lowered his pants farther down than one would normally do, showing off his pert ass. Then the smell of alcohol hit me, which I could tell was coming from him and it worked in my favor if he was a little drunk. I stepped up to the next stall and looked over, getting a good look before he noticed me and then I worked my magic.
My whole body started to vibrate as I gained muscle mass. My shirt which was once a bright yellow was getting darker until it matched the same shade of grey as the stranger. My pants had lowered on their own and now I could feel the cold air rushing against my ass cheeks. My cock, which was an average size before, now became a thick monster, hardening as it transformed. I stood with my arms at my side and my ass in the breeze as the guy next to me kept urinating in a state of intoxicated bliss caused by the Manhattan he abandoned near the dance floor.
He had no idea what had happened and I quickly pulled up my pants and grabbed him by the shoulders as he did the same. One push and he stumbled into the stall where I slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out so I wouldn't have a copy drunkenly messing up my plan to escape.
Back in the crowd, I noticed Render's two henchmen lurking inside of the crowd with their eyes scanning the faces of every individual in the club. I pretended to stumble through, falling into them as the crowd around us danced.
"Oh, sorry sirrs," I slurred, "Well, don't you two look fancy." I spit a little bit in their faces and they both wiped it off, pushing me along. I reached the other side of the crowd and finally found the exit, looking back to see the two men entering the bathroom. It was now or never.
I ran along the sidewalk and turned a corner to get off the main road, ducking into an alley and almost tripping over a homeless man's legs. The man yelled after me as I dodged the debris thrown at me out of anger. After the fifth sharp turn, I stopped at the end of a different alley and caught my breath. The man I had mimicked was fit, but even he needed to take a breath.
"Is that you, Otto?" A voice echoed in the brick. I looked up at a camera lazily hidden in the corner and waved.
"Yeah." I said.
"I don't believe you." The guys voice was questioning, but I knew he just wanted to fuck around. I flipped him off and then he pressed the button, the brick walls coming apart to reveal a staircase. The steps to our safe haven.
Below the streets was our HQ of sorts. Safe for people like us. We're kind of like superheroes only none of us are heroes and we just want to live normal lives even though we have an evil corporation coming after us who's boss is like us. He just lies to everyone about it.
"Hey, Mitch." I waved at the guy sitting in front of the computers. Two of the rectangles had no longer contained images of the surrounding area and instead held static. Mitch nodded and typed away trying to figure out the problem. His fingers were longer than a normal person's fingers and at the ends were openings with small wires hidden away inside of the phalanges. He reached under the table and the wires slithered through the air until they latched onto the insert he had needed. He closed his eyes for a moment, his veins shining underneath his skin as energy and code burst through them, and the static screens popped back into a blurry, but still better, focus.
Kelley and Kellan were in the corner reading two different books, they were twins who, when angered, would mesh together and turn into a violent orange blob. Kind of like the hulk, but not as humanoid or green.
The last two were making out by a set of lockers we had set up for our personals. Vikki and Trevor.
"Sup, fuckers." I popped open my locker and they rolled their eyes as they stopped their unnervingly wet make-out session.
"I see you couldn't help but take on another form. Who's this guy?" Vikki asked. When she turned her head I saw the red circles around her eyes. She could control fire, something that I always thought was fun. She wore a leather jacket and a mini skirt with blue and black striped tights around her legs. The converse tied everything together with their rainbow zig zags.
"Some drunk guy at a bar. I was running from Render. Nothing like a good chase to finish off the day." I closed the locker as I pulled out a computer, connecting it to a cord on the wall. This kept most things from tracking us, but most importantly it kept Render from doing so.
"Damn, again? Fuck that guy." Trevor whined. His power, other than being a little bitch most of the time, was actually something he could hide easily, he can become invisible.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, man," Mitch had left his post and joined me where I set up my computer. Kelley and Kellan joined as well, "at least we have this for now. Our own little haven."
Annoyingly, we heard a loud slam from above us. Almost like an explosion - or maybe it was an explosion. The lights flickered and as we sat there we found ourselves in darkness.