A/N: This fic is inspired by and dedicated to Lurlene McDaniel, one of my
favorite authors. She's a wonderful author and her stories are for young
adults and teens. The books of hers that I've read so far are Angel of
Mercy, Angel of Hope (Sequel to Angel of Mercy) and Too young too Die.
They're all really awesome books and I encourage you guys to read them! On
with the story, for you're viewing pleasure, Even Superheroes Die.
Even Superheroes Die
Chapter 1: A normal day
Terry Miginnus or Batman, as some may know him, sat in his chemistry class trying to stay awake. You couldn't blame him though. His teacher, Mr. Anderson, was droning on about how he had lost his car keys which, I might add, is not a subject that's even closely related to chemistry. Since Terry WAS amazingly bored he decided to look over at his best friend, Max, who was furiously typing on her laptop. Max was Terry's best friend not only because she was amazingly charming and sweet but also because she held Terry's most important secret, that he was Batman. So, Terry, curiously, looked over at Max's laptop. She was taking notes; she was actually taking notes on Mr. Anderson's car keys story. He rubbed his eyes, still focusing on staying awake and turned back to the front of the room. His eyes loomed around until they finally settled on the clock above his teacher's head. It was 2 minutes until they left the class. 'Change' Terry thought. The clocked changed to 11:58. 'Come on.one more minute.' 60 seconds later it did change and Terry stood up gratefully, stretching his sore legs.
"You were actually taking notes?" Terry asked Max when they left the classroom. Max kept her head down as they walked to lunch. "So what? I thought his talk was interesting." "Come on Max, you can't be serious." They turned the corner that led into the cafeteria. The room buzzed; different voices were heard, yet they mixed together into harmony, the cafeteria was the only time the students were at peace. "I am serious Miginnus." Max retorted. "Don't start with the last name thing." Terry warned her. Everyone seemed to like referring to him as "Miginnus" not "Terry". Max shrugged and walked over to the lunch line, her stomach rumbling. "I'm starved, how bout you Ter?" Max asked as she and Terry grabbed their trays and joined the rush for food. "I dunno." Terry began as he placed a small bit of food on his tray. "I don't feel hungry." "Terry Miginnus, not feeling hungry?" Max grabbed her heart sarcastically. "Don't start with me Max, I don't feel good." Terry growled. "Jeez, lay off me. You're startin to sound like Bruce."
After the school day was over Terry and Max walked off the grounds into the cool winter day. "Are you gonna be all right Terry? You looked kinda out of it today." Max asked him. "I'll be fine, I'll just call in sick with Bruce." Terry assured her. "I'm not sure he'll be happy." "Who cares if he's not? I feel like crap, I'm goin home." Terry told her. "Ok, well catch you later Ter!" Max chirped as she trotted off in the direction of her apartment.
At home, Terry walked into his room, threw his backpack on the floor and fell on his bed. "Ooooo." He moaned. He was about to fall asleep when his cellphone rang. "Hello?" He moaned. "You sound horrible." It was Bruce. "Yeah, maybe 'cause I feel like crap." Terry mumbled. "I was gonna call you to ask for the night off." "You think these villains take vacations?" Bruce retorted. "Oh come on Bruce, I feel like dirt. Make Max do it or somethin." "I don't care how what you feel like. Get your ass over here. Now." And with that, Bruce hung up. Terry looked at the phone for a few minutes, dumbstruck. After snapping back to reality, Terry moaned, grabbed his backpack and walked out his front door.
A/N: So how'd you guys like it? I hope that if Lurlene McDaniel read it she'd like it. R&R please!
Even Superheroes Die
Chapter 1: A normal day
Terry Miginnus or Batman, as some may know him, sat in his chemistry class trying to stay awake. You couldn't blame him though. His teacher, Mr. Anderson, was droning on about how he had lost his car keys which, I might add, is not a subject that's even closely related to chemistry. Since Terry WAS amazingly bored he decided to look over at his best friend, Max, who was furiously typing on her laptop. Max was Terry's best friend not only because she was amazingly charming and sweet but also because she held Terry's most important secret, that he was Batman. So, Terry, curiously, looked over at Max's laptop. She was taking notes; she was actually taking notes on Mr. Anderson's car keys story. He rubbed his eyes, still focusing on staying awake and turned back to the front of the room. His eyes loomed around until they finally settled on the clock above his teacher's head. It was 2 minutes until they left the class. 'Change' Terry thought. The clocked changed to 11:58. 'Come on.one more minute.' 60 seconds later it did change and Terry stood up gratefully, stretching his sore legs.
"You were actually taking notes?" Terry asked Max when they left the classroom. Max kept her head down as they walked to lunch. "So what? I thought his talk was interesting." "Come on Max, you can't be serious." They turned the corner that led into the cafeteria. The room buzzed; different voices were heard, yet they mixed together into harmony, the cafeteria was the only time the students were at peace. "I am serious Miginnus." Max retorted. "Don't start with the last name thing." Terry warned her. Everyone seemed to like referring to him as "Miginnus" not "Terry". Max shrugged and walked over to the lunch line, her stomach rumbling. "I'm starved, how bout you Ter?" Max asked as she and Terry grabbed their trays and joined the rush for food. "I dunno." Terry began as he placed a small bit of food on his tray. "I don't feel hungry." "Terry Miginnus, not feeling hungry?" Max grabbed her heart sarcastically. "Don't start with me Max, I don't feel good." Terry growled. "Jeez, lay off me. You're startin to sound like Bruce."
After the school day was over Terry and Max walked off the grounds into the cool winter day. "Are you gonna be all right Terry? You looked kinda out of it today." Max asked him. "I'll be fine, I'll just call in sick with Bruce." Terry assured her. "I'm not sure he'll be happy." "Who cares if he's not? I feel like crap, I'm goin home." Terry told her. "Ok, well catch you later Ter!" Max chirped as she trotted off in the direction of her apartment.
At home, Terry walked into his room, threw his backpack on the floor and fell on his bed. "Ooooo." He moaned. He was about to fall asleep when his cellphone rang. "Hello?" He moaned. "You sound horrible." It was Bruce. "Yeah, maybe 'cause I feel like crap." Terry mumbled. "I was gonna call you to ask for the night off." "You think these villains take vacations?" Bruce retorted. "Oh come on Bruce, I feel like dirt. Make Max do it or somethin." "I don't care how what you feel like. Get your ass over here. Now." And with that, Bruce hung up. Terry looked at the phone for a few minutes, dumbstruck. After snapping back to reality, Terry moaned, grabbed his backpack and walked out his front door.
A/N: So how'd you guys like it? I hope that if Lurlene McDaniel read it she'd like it. R&R please!