He tried not to panic, but it was hard. The man in the corporate suit was down now, the gun jerked out of his hands by the wind.
Axel was panicking real bad. They would be hitting the ground any second, and by any second, it was near.
The lady flying the helicopter was on her knees now, holding on to her seat so she wouldn't fall.
Axel could count the seconds. They would be hitting the ground anytime soon. He was still handcuffed, and to him, that seemed to be the problem. He couldn't move freely, so his chances of escape were, well, thwarted maybe.
He struggled to get near the window, and with the elastic stretch of his neck, he saw that in a split second, they would be down.
"Damn!" he muttered under his breath.
Death had come to take him too?
BOOM!
Something had punched the helicopter. It plunged it upwards and then—
SWOOSH!
Axel saw a figure breaking the window of the helicopter beside him and shoving him out.
The figure lifted him upwards a bit and then, with quite a great amount of strength, used his hands—one of them encased in a glove—and hit it hard against the handcuffs, splitting them and making Axel free.
Axel was stunned by his generosity. He hadn't seen this person before. He was about to speak when—
BOOM!
The helicopter Axel had gotten off exploded.
The figure looked at Axel and said in a deep, manly voice, "Let's get out of here!"
Axel looked at the figure. He was a man, by the way, and with the look of things, he was a superhero.
He was clothed in a form-fitting bodysuit, crafted from a durable yet flexible material that clung to his athletic frame. The suit was mainly deep blue, decorated with bold silver streaks running along the sides, giving it a sleek, modern look. A symbol was stamped on his chest—a stylized design of a fist, actually.
He was wearing a cape, one that flowed effortlessly behind him like a cloak, made of what seemed like fabric. His boots were sturdy but streamlined, matching the overall color scheme.
He was also wearing a pair of gloves, dark, metallic, and segmented, radiating two dot lights by the sides. Faint neon-blue lines pulsed along the surface, sparking with raw power as he clenched his fists like he was about to plunge forward.
The hero was also wearing a mask, one that covered his face but left his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin visible.
Axel felt thunderstruck looking at him. He was completely in awe.
The hero now plunged forward, and Axel followed. The pain he was feeling all over his body was suddenly gone. It wasn't actually gone, but the excitement in Axel was overwhelming. It made his brain fail to register it.
Axel wasn't really an expert in flying, and he acknowledged that. Hitting his head against the wall of that building had made him think of himself as an amateur, so he really didn't have the bravery to fly too well.
But now, flying with this mysterious superhero who had come to save him, he decided he was going to act well, at least to look tough and all.
The mysterious hero kept going on top of buildings. Axel kept following, like an apprentice. The scene they had left was now chaotic. The place was basically on fire, and now Axel decided it would be in shambles.
Flying up above, they saw nothing of interest. The city was completely empty, and no one was outside. Not even a single soul. Occasionally, they saw a few police cars, though. But they paid no attention to them, considering them a threat since the government was now against them.
Axel, looking at the superhero and trying to keep up with him, finally asked, "Where are you taking me to?"
The hero threw a glance at him and replied almost abruptly, "To Superpolis."
Axel was bemused by the reply.
"And where's that?"
The superhero abruptly swerved to a corner, and Axel, like a sheep, sheepishly followed, steadying himself so he didn't hit his head against the wall of the building beside him where they were turning.
"It's in Khaos Realm. I'm quite disappointed you didn't know," the hero said, his face hard and forward. He was chocolate in complexion, and he had a black British accent.
Axel actually fancied the accent, finding it cool and adding a certain pinch of aura to the hero.
"My bad, I actually reawakened my powers earlier today, so please pardon my immaturity."
The hero shrugged and said, "No p, I bet with time you'll get the hang of it."
Axel was about to say something when—
"RARRGHH!"
He cursed under his breath. This was the second time he had been interrupted when trying to speak, and quite frankly, it was kind of frustrating.
To the left was a large monstrous figure. It had three eyes, and its hands were large, its shoulders brawny.
They could only see half of its body, as a row of buildings blocked the complete view. It seemed weird because the monster seemed to dwarf the tall building, which Axel, with a grimace, thought was ridiculous.
Axel was about to speak to the hero when, swiftly, he was already dashing at the monster.
BUUUNCHH!
The hero's clenched fist went into the monster's jaw (to the left, to be precise). The monster reeled backward and was about to steady itself when the hero put another into its face.
The monster went through a building, demolishing it along with another. That held it, though, preventing it from falling as it bounced back up and aimed itself at the hero, who moved back a bit and was rolling his fists now, ready to put them into the monster's face.
The monster roared, and in doing so, it spat onto the hero's face. The hero remained indifferent and only stared at the monster in disgust.
Axel could only watch and say in his mind,
'Absolute cinema!'
The monster came at the hero, who expected it. Then it happened rather immediately. With a brisk motion, the hero flew down a bit and was now lifting the monster up.
He was lifting a monster twelve times his size.
It looked unreal, and even Axel had to gasp.
And then, with an extraordinary move, the hero threw the monster down—on top of a building.
It demolished it completely!