“Looking for me?” I smirked at the gunman. His eyes widened with fear, but I’d been in this position all too many times to be surprised by any of this. Option A, he would try to make a run for it, or option B, his arrogance would take over and convince him that he was somehow capable of over powering a superhero. I was faster than him, stronger than him, and I didn’t need superpowers to be smarter than him, but sure, he could give it a shot.
“I think he’s a runner,” my best friend Kyle said, suddenly flashing to my side. He moved so quickly his figure turned to a blur, but I was used to it by now.
“Who the hell are you two?” The guy mumbled back, the gun in his hand wavering. Clearly, this guy doesn’t get out much if he didn’t know who we were, but then again, crazy shooters like him u
