The Heroes of Little Springs

Upon punching Quiver in the arm, she let out a groan. Not just a groan of pain but also one of frustration. She didn't have time to react to Jet's second attack which sent her flying towards the left. As she struggled to get up, she saw some broken metal that was undoubtedly hot due to the flames it was near. Quickly, she grabbed it and threw it towards Jet. It was a long shot she knew and a part of her wished she could have held onto it a bit longer to make sure it hit him. But it was either that or suffer an injury she couldn't afford.

After she threw it, she went to charge him again, picking up a piece of the car from before to hit him with it.

Despite her observations and clever ideas, they all seemed to backfire with this surefire way to trap this clone. Why did it not work? What happened differently before? To most it just wouldn't make any sense and should had worked.

Yet it did not and the duplicate Jet was super-speeding towards her at this very moment. Out of options, Quiver just charged him, a full frontal assault. Not passing up such an opportunity, the clone also charged. But his direct approach was more guaranteed for one small thing, his speed.

A huge gust of wind blew forth from both sides of the clone, as he sped towards Quiver. Before his fist made contact with her skull, another yellowish blur zoomed through. It was over in under a second, but Quiver was moved from the street she was on and away from the clone Jet's fist.

Confused at first, they stopped abruptly, still with a clenched fist, until they noticed the real Jet had recovered. They frowned at his interference, before turning to stare at the two heroes. "Fool you should had stayed down."

With a grin, the real Jet defied his words. "I've been conscious enough to see how you work."

"How I work?" The clone asked appalled by such a statement. "That's right. Most might not notice it, but speed's my specialty."

"It's mine to!" They barked, before super speeding towards Jet. They approached him and slammed their fist into the air, as the real Jet sped to his side. "But I'm better at it." He said, before punching the clone Jet in the chest with quick reflex and speed.

The clone staggered backwards, as their body became elastic again. "Speed does you no good if your body can't keep up with it." Jet explained, super speeding, grabbing the clone's wobbly and stretchy arm, and speeding away with it. The clone dragged along through the street, tumbling to a halt, before snapping back into size.

However despite his quick recovery, the real Jet was still no match for the clone. He slowly dropped to his knees, to catch his breath and subside the pain. This moment of weakness brought the clone enough time to regain themselves and slowly rise. "What was that you told me?" The clone asked mockingly. "Oh yes, speed does you no good, if your body can't keep up with it." They said, before super speeding and punching Jet in the face, which caused him to tumble through the street.

He was not out cold just yet, but he was still on his last leg. Groaning from the pain, the clone then directed his attention to Quiver.

At first, Quiver was completely confused as she was suddenly no longer charging (or even facing) the clone Jet and was instead on the street again. Looking over, she saw Jet standing near her. A part of her couldn't believe it but at the same time she was filled with relief. However, she didn't say anything to him.

Quiver then concentrated on Jet's movements. So, there had been something she had missed, something she didn't quite grasp. It didn't take her long to figure it out, to see where she had gone wrong. As soon as she knew, Quiver ran towards the tazer gun she had abandoned earlier before running towards the clone while he was still concentrating on the real Jet.

She then shot the gun towards the clone as he looked at her. Waiting for the electric pulse to subside, Quiver grabbed whatever elastic limb had stretched out. She pulled with all her might and tied the limb to whatever was nearby. As the clone was trapped, she then hit him with the gun still in her hand.

Completely taken off guard, due to dealing with the real Jet, the clone did not expect or react in time for the taser attack. The electricity shot through all of his body, as he stiffly groaned in pain. Lowering himself and slumping his posture, he then noticed Quiver coming in for the second attack.

And although some of his body had not reshaped just yet, he was not out of the count. With his arm grabbed, he sped away, whipping his ever stretching arm out the post. His wobbly body then turned around, to face his target angrily, before speeding forward, without waiting for his body to reassemble.

However, as his body sped forward, Quiver could see the excess limbs and could therefore see the direction he was heading for. She quickly got out of the way with the pole behind her. Not waiting to see if he actually hit the pole or not, bent down and grabbed his excessive limb before tugging at it once again, trying to stretch him out as much as possible.

Furious at Quiver's defiance and the fact that she was now putting up quite a fight and challenge, the clone Jet sped forward with his arms slightly stretched, but soon to reshape themselves. With a growl, he stared directly at the incoming Quiver, who he was speeding towards.

"Do not think I am at a disadvantage!" They exclaimed, whipping their elastic arms. "Speed and elasticity make a dangerous combination still!" He added, as his rubbery hands pounded into Quiver, which added with the continuous wave motion, caused quite the punch.

Noticing that Quiver was still having difficulty, the real Jet struggled to push himself upright, as the fight continued.

Quiver fell back upon impact as the clone pounded into her. However, as she fell, she kicked the clone in the chest as hard as she could, sending him flying behind her. She had also grabbed onto both his wrists in the process, stretching him out.

The clone Jet was not hindered at all by any of Quiver's next attacks. With his arms fully extended after hitting her, Quiver grabbed them, which slightly alarmed the clone. With a growl he noticed his mistake. However before she could put this new idea to use, he was still speeding towards her and his limbs although stretched, were still functional and a part of him.

With super speed he wrapped his elastic arms around here, binding her in his tight trap, as the rest of his body caught up with super speed. His fast speed crashed straight into her, sending her far away, along with his wrapped arm. With a tight tug, his arm came back with its trapped victim, before punching her again.

Along with the fast and powerful punch, the duplicate whipped his ensnared arm, causing her to quickly unravel, like she had done before with the fire hose. However this was not an inanimate object, it was his arm. Once she had fully unraveled and spun around many times, his hand tightened its grip on her clothes, before forcefully tugging her back to full body.

Clenching a fist with his free hand, he brought it back as Quiver was rushing involuntarily towards him. He stared determinedly and with bitter anger. "Time to end this farce." He said, as his fist began to vibrate in place, almost becoming a blur.

Noticing what he was about to do, the real Jet gasped, before pushing himself up quickly and fully. Without a moment to waste, he sped towards the clone with super speed. Before Quiver reached the clone's vibrating and deadly fist, Jet crashed into his clone.

The two then proceeded to speed away from the clone's original spot, with Jet pushing the clone forcefully in front, and allowing Quiver to become free of the deathly trap. It all happened in less then a second and was just a yellowish blur.

"What are you doing!?" The clone exclaimed tensely and worryingly.

"I never wanted to do this," Jet grunting said, as he was going super-speed and tensely pushing the clone. Everything around them was distorted to nothing but blurry colors. "But I doubt you can take this kind of speed!"

The next attacks made by the clone Jet happened so fast, Quiver had no time to react to any of them. She tried to get out of his bind, to regain her balance but he was simply not allowing her to do so. And she was losing energy. Fast. As she felt herself being pulled towards the clone, she desperately tried to get out of his grip. But she couldn't.

However, she suddenly felt herself falling to the floor as the grip on her was gone. Quiver looked but could only see a blur of what was happening and nothing more.

As Jet's speed increased, the land around them began to distort more and more, blurring and blending with each passing second. Struggling from the speed pushing in front of him, the clone Jet's body could not keep up. "No!" They exclaimed angrily, but helplessly.

From any other normal eyesight it was just look like a blurred streak line that bolted from one street to another. The duplicate Jet's body began to trail slightly behind, almost seeming like bubbling liquid. "No, stop it!"

However Jet did not comply, and eventually the blur streak zoomed by the street, leaving only an almost stripped and humiliated man behind, as the blur zapped forth with a thunderous echo and disappeared from all sights.

This man shivered, kneeling, as his head and back were lowered and hunched in the cracked street. Slowly they rose their hands to eye level, inspecting their body, before gasping erratically and shivering.

Quiver watched as the blurred streak zipped by before running over towards the man who was currently kneeling on the ground. She didn't say anything as she checked him over.

Once Quiver reached this man, who was only wearing boxer shorts, and seemingly very wet, they still inspected their body, breathing heavily. With their two hands, the palms turned to their eyes, and a very sweaty and slimy mess, they then quickly stared sharply and angrily at Quiver who was besides them.

They lunged forward with a growl, swiping their arm at her, but it was futile. They were too weak, powerless in fact, as the attack halted when they dropped to their knees. Gasping for air, they growled in between breaths. "No...my power..." They uttered, saddened at their state. "What have you done to me?"

Seconds later, the street Quiver and the man were on began to flash. Colorful red and bluish lights began to paint onto the asphalt, as a police car began to pull up. It didn't have their sirens on, nor was it speeding. Once it had fully stopped and parked, two officers and their captain exited.

This captain wore a distinct brownish trench coat, with a brown derby. He stared disapprovingly, as his officers rushed up towards the two in the street armed with pistols. The two rushed past Quiver, not even giving her a second thought, before grabbing the slimy and half naked man, and cuffing him forcefully.

Shocked and dumbfounded, the man then noticed the captain, staring at him. "C-Ca-Captain Freeman!" Removing his hands out of his trench coat, Captain Freeman approached the man. "So Corporal Hunt, is this what you've been up to?"

Unsure what to say, the man, called Corporal Hunt stuttered. "B-b-but!"

"Save it." Freeman replied bluntly. "We had heard rumors of the detained blob being stolen, but I never expected you. Especially all of this damage." He added, with disgust in his tone. "And for what? To make our super heroes look like villains? Get him out of my sight, find a cozy cell for him."

As the two officers escorted Hunt towards the car, he forcefully tried to stop, but was dragged along. "No, you can't do this to me!"

"I--I don't know," Quiver confessed as she watched the weak man completely stripped down. However, before she had a chance to do anything else, she caught out of the corner of her eye flashing lights. At first, she wanted to run thinking perhaps they were still after her. Yet, for some reason, she stayed put. But she was prepared to fight if she had to.

Luckily, she didn't have to as they ran past her and went directly towards the man. Quiver got up and watched them cuff him. She listened intently to the conversation but pretended to be indifferent. But as she listened, she gradually stepped closer towards the officers and in particular the Captain.

So, it was an inside job. But still, that didn't explain who the mastermind behind this was but it was certainly another clue.

Quiver briefly gazed over to where Jet had gone, wondering where he had went and if he was okay before looking towards the Captain once again as if waiting for him to speak.

Slamming Corporal Hunt in the police car, the two officers drove off to strip him even further from his uniform and status. Slowly the damaged streets, full of smoke, fire, and immense heat, began to cool as the sky began to rain.

Staring at Quiver, the Captain kept his intimidating stare, which seemed to fall onto anyone. "So you must be that super hero I hear so much about." He replied. "Don't worry about your early accusations, we know now what has happened."

Fixing his derby, he then adjusted his coat to further protect him from the rain. "Hunt was working with some other scum officers, we've arrested them all and are dismantling their lab." Freeman explained, "You must've had a long day, why don't you get some rest? We can handle it from here."

"Did you manage to find the other clone?" Quiver asked after hearing the Captain. However, realizing that he may find this offensive, she added, "I'd like to know if I have to be on the lookout especially since I don't have my weapons." She made sure to place an emphasis on her weapons as well. Although she had plenty more at home, she didn't like the idea of the police holding onto them. Especially since there were clearly moles within the force who might take the time to examine them a little too closely for her comfort.