Static Shock Test




Prologue:


"Sharon! For the last time, I am not eating yo' egg smoothies!"

"Son, eat your breakfast."

"Breakfast?! bạn call this breakfast?" the teen asked, indicating his plate. "I call it a smoothie! And Sharon should've added strawberries! And a glass."

"You know that is exactly how momma used to cook them!"

"Strange. I don't remember having to eat her's with a spoon!"

"Son, just eat. The school bus'll be here any minute."

"Yes, pops." the boy đã đưa ý kiến dejectedly.

The strife over breakfast between Sharon and Virgil Hawkins was not uncommon in the Hawkins household. The fifteen năm old African-American constantly rejected his seventeen năm old sister's food. His complaint was it wasn't "how momma cooked it".

After eating his eggs, and making a point to slurp loudly as he did, the teen stumbled up the stairs to grab his backpack and finish cleaning up. Virgil walked into the bathroom and ran a hand through his dreadlocks. He tried shaking them up, but that made it look like he slept on them funny, so he gave it up.

The boy wasn't bad looking. He was firm and muscular, his body was shaped like that of a superhero, and he still couldn't grow a beard.

"Hey! Catnip!" Sharon called from downstairs. "You done shaving those three whiskers?"

Virgil slammed the door shut and picked up his father's razor. He activated it and ran it over his chin, muttering a rap as he did.

"Hey!" Sharon called again, opening the door. "The bus will be here in five minutes. Hurry up!"

"Oh, shove off!" Virgil said. "You just want in so bạn can waste thirty phút in the shower!"

"I do not! I need to use this room!"

"What for?" Virgil asked with a smirk upon his youthful face.

"For taking a shower!" Sharon exclaimed. "And...um.... Brushing my teeth!"

"Sure," Virgil said, turning back to the mirror to admire his freshly shaved chin and adding his final witty retort. "Cucumber eyes."

"Ooohhh!!!" Sharon exclaimed, clenching her fists. Virgil walked out, a smug look on his face.

"And will bạn put a áo sơ mi on?" Sharon called after him. "We all know you've been working out at the gym! No need to hiển thị that one and a half muscle off!"

"Well at least I'm trying to look masculine!" Virgil called. He screamed and shut his door as a hair dryer flew at it.

"Dude!"

Virgil screamed again. He looked up to see his caucasian friend floating outside his window, in full green-white costume.

"Richie! Man, bạn scared me to death!" Virgil said, standing up.

"Me hoặc your sister?" Richie smirked.

Virgil glowered at him.

"Anyway, straight to the point: put on your tights, Hotstreak's downtown. He partnered with a few other metas and is terrorizing a mall."

"Which meta-humans?" Virgil asked as he ducked into his closet to change.

"Aquamaria, Puff, Onyx, Ebon..." Richie rattled off the junior criminal's names as he counted them on his fingers.

"Whoah, Ebon?" Virgil's voice came from the closet. "I thought Mr. Shadows was in meta-jail."

"Yeah, well, so were all the others. Someone broke them all out."

"Who?" 

"Dunno."

Virgil emerged from his closet dressed in full static costume: black sleeveless t-shirt with a yellow lighting bolt over a vòng tròn of the same color. Black pants, yellow utility belt, white and blue mask along with his navy blue trench áo, áo khoác proclaimed him Dakota City's hero: Static Shock.

"Let's go." Virgil said, pulling out his disk and hopping on it. He and Gear flew off towards downtown, where a smoke đám mây was rising.



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