Chapter 13 Cheese it!

Chapter 13 Cheese it!

A single Starkmart lock was the only thing standing between someone outside the mansion and literal thousands if not hundreds of thousands of dollars. When I entered the vault red lights started flashing. I quickly stuffed as much money into the duffle bag that would fit. In a minute I was ready to leave. Just as I exited the room and was ready to leave I finally recognized the man who was being held down on the bed.

Why was he here? I couldn’t quite figure it out but putting pieces together I got an inkling of how he ended up here. He was so stricken with grief that he started attacking businesses or groups of the Penguin’s men and he was somehow captured. The collar around his neck must have been limiting his powers.

I closed the distance and as he asked to be freed I plunged my knife into the neck of Flint Marco. After practically sawing off his head I finally felt a sudden jolt of power. I know instinctively that I can control the earth to some extent. It didn’t feel whole though, like a huge portion of the powers true potential was locked away.

I could only control sand. It was a very tiny amount nowhere near as much as the Sandman could use. I also had to carry it along with me, there was no making sand until I reached the second tier of the power. Finally only once I reached the third tier of the power would I be able to turn myself into sand. If I were to classify this power I’d say it was.

Earth control (sand limitation)

Practically throwing myself over the fence I get several cuts alongside my chest from putting my weight down on the barbed wire fence. My shirt caught and ripped as I fell to the other side. The lights came on for all the houses along that side of the mansion. I hobbled two blocks away before ducking into an alley.

I couldn’t help but groan as I caught my breath. “Ah fuck right in the ass. How did everything go wrong so fast?” One of my theories from hearing the deaths of other people who were brought here started to seem more feasible. Any named villains or superheroes had plot armor.

It took Flint Marco being defeated by someone else and strapped down on a bed with no way to defend himself for me to be able to kill him. For some reason I decided not to kill White Rabbit when I easily could have. Now that I think back it almost felt like a shard of something else entered me as I killed him. I think I might have absorbed some of his literal plot armor.

It was extremely hard to tell. How would I verify that besides putting my life on the line. Perhaps the more loved/hated a character is the higher their level of plot armor. That would make sense considering the Joker and Harley Quinn are full human but still manage to get away with impossible shit constantly.

Once again speaking towards this theory I did feel more compelled to sleep with the Black Widow. That might have also been why I didn’t realize I was being held by SHIELD... Yea that’s totally why not that I’m a complete jackass who missed several obvious signs that I wasn’t in a normal hospital.

Someone coughing in the alley scared the shit out of me and I couldn’t make him out because he was laying on the ground.