Impossible Girl:, Nick Venom [classic books for 7th graders .txt] 📗

waves, but it’ll be smooth sailing soon.” Spark Shot said, pacing back and forth in his room - a large room with only a few things being a bed, a desk, a rug, and a few drawers. “Project Life will rise.”

“You better not make a mistake. This needs to be kept out of the public’s eye.” The voice remarked.

“Absolutely, Caulton. I promise you that.”

“Doctor Caulton.” The voice corrected him. “Refer to me as Doctor Caulton - and I’ll see to it that you keep your promise.” 

“As long as I live.” Spark Shot said.

“Good… you better live long.”

Impossible Girl 2: The Vault

“Are we on schedule?” Trigger asked.

“Five minutes out,” Frozenstar responded. “You’ll see the Vault in a few seconds.”

Trigger nodded, looking out of a small window at his side. He watched as the scenery passed by them - the grass of the suburbs changing into the concrete nature of abandoned warehouses. The concrete scenery continued, stretching for a few miles before they arrived at their destination: the Vault, a large octagon-shaped prison. It stood at a terrifying height of thirty feet and stretched for several miles in both length and width. The tops of the fences that created its unusual design were covered in barbed wires and armed guards - all dressed in black tactical armor.

As the van neared the main entrance, connected to the road by a thick driveway, the fence rolled open and two guards stepped outside. They waved the van close, ordering it to stop a few feet from the fence. One of the guards talked with the driver while the other opened up the backdoor. “Who are these people?”

“Vault Security members. That one-” Trigger started, pointing at Helen. “-is a fresh one.” 

The guard nodded, closing the door. He headed back to the fence, waiting on the other guard. The other guard finished his talks with the driver, stepping to the side and letting the van roll past him. The fence closed after them, immediately having power run through it. The fences were electrical, adding another threat to any prisoners’ tempting escape. 

With the van inside, it headed to the parking lot on the side of a small building. The small building, where prisoners were checked in and out, was towards the front of the prison but some distance away to avoid being caught up in escape attempts or assaults on the prison.

Trigger jumped out of the passenger seat, grabbing the shotgun laying on the floor. It was a Winchester 101 shotgun with a graphic of a beer bottle on it. He made sure it was on safety before joining with the others as they headed to the building. Frozenstar led the way with Siren Eagle and Helen behind him and Trigger taking up the rear. They entered the building, meeting with the receptionist - a black woman dressed in an elegant rose-colored outfit. She looked up from her desk, watching as they entered.

“Morning, boys.” She remarked.

“Morning… Jess.” Frozenstar said half-heartedly. 

Jess nodded, waving Helen in closer. “Can you tell me your name, honey?”

Helen bit her lip before responding. “H-Helen Hollow.”

“Helen Hollow? Okay, give me one second.” Jess said as she typed into her computer. “Age, ethnicity, and kin?”

“I’m 16. Hispanic. I have my parents.”

“They are?”

“Henry Hollow and Mary Hollow.”

“Okay… and you’re… all done.” She said as she winked at a nearby guard. The guard approached Helen, slapping on handcuffs faster than humanly possible. The guard was a speedster known as Agent Speed, a metahuman dressed in the same attire as the guards on the fence. 

Helen, who barely registered what he did several seconds after the action was completed, stared at Agent Speed in stock. “W-What is this?”

Jess furrowed her brows. “You weren’t told? Trigger, what is this?”

“You told me to grab her, nothing else. I’ll leave the specifics to you.” He retorted.

Jess scowled at him. “Whatever, report back to Leonardo for your next mission.” She informed them. Trigger nodded, half-paying attention to what she was saying. Jess noticed this but ignored it. She motioned for Agent Speed to take Helen away, which he did with ease. He disappeared one second and reappeared the next. He took Helen from the waiting room to the right side of the prison in Cell Block D, dropping her in her cell with her cellmates before heading back. The entire action took no more than a second to complete. 

“I’m still in awe at your speed,” Jess remarked. Agent Speed nodded, not responding verbally. He looked too afraid to speak as if it would affect his future to leak out a word.

Trigger, meanwhile, turned away from Jess and Agent Speed. Frozenstar was by his side, staring in the direction Agent Speed went. “She just entered hell.”

Trigger overheard him, his head snapping to Frozenstar. “Shut up!” He barked. “Are you an idiot?” He leaned closer to Frozenstar. “If he hears, then you know what happens.”

Frozenstar reluctantly nodded. “Yeah… you’re right.”

“Good, now let’s go. We can’t let him wait for too long.” Trigger said, tearing his face away from Frozenstar and angling it towards the exit. Frozenstar followed him. However, Siren Eagle didn’t follow instantly. He stared at the direction Helen was taken with saddened eyes. He simply shook his head before turning away, following the others out of the building. Neither of them wanted to stay in the suffocating atmosphere any longer than they wanted to. They escaped hell and refused to go back.

***

Helen was now in her cell filled with two bunk beds, a toilet, and a small desk. Alongside the furniture were two cellmates. One of them stood up from her bottom bunk while the other remained on her top bunk. The cellmate that stood up approached Helen, bowing her head. She was a redheaded petite girl dressed in an orange jumpsuit. She had her hair tied into a ponytail. “Hey, I’m Cat!” She energetically declared, one finger messing with her hair. “What’s your name?”

“H-Helen,” She meekly responded.

“What a pretty name? Is it greek?”

Helen raised an eyebrow. “Greek? Ahh… I don’t think so.”

“Oh, well. What are your powers? How did you get here? Are you happy?” She asked.

Helen felt bombarded with these questions, looking up at her other cellmate. Her blonde cellmate glanced down at her before looking back at the magazine in her hands. 

“Uh… I think… I think I have burning and ice hands.”

“Woah, how cool. How did you get here?” Cat asked, repeating her question.

“Well… I woke up i-in a glass thingy and escaped from the people who put me there. I was found by the police then those men took me here.”

“Oh, the Vault Security brought you here. They’re crazy. I was crazy once… Anyways, are you interested in learning about Jesus?”

Helen tilted her head, raising both eyebrows. Is she okay? Why is she so energetic? She thought to herself. “Uh…” She directed her stare to the blonde cellmate. “Is she always like this?”

“Cat is always energetic and dumb.” She remarked before rolling to her side, away from Helen and Cat.

“So mean… but it’s true.” She whispered the second half of her sentence. “Okay, do you want the bottom or top bunk? You can get both or the one under them.”

One under it? What’s under the bottom bunk? Wouldn’t it be just concrete under the floor? Or is there an actual bunk under the floor? Helen thought to herself. Cat was overwhelming her, already tiring her out after a few minutes of chatting. 

“Well… goodbye!” Cat turned away, going back to her bed and instantly falling asleep. The cell was filled with her snoring. Helen was even more perplexed by Cat’s actions. It was as if she was the queen of random.

“What was that?” She thought out loud.

“That? That was Cat. You can ignore her.” The blonde cellmate said. She rolled over to her other side, facing Helen. “She’s a nutcase. They found her after she destroyed school property and nearly caused an earthquake. Apparently, something happened with her powers and she became the mess she is now.” She explained. 

Helen nodded, staring at Cat. “Woah…”

“Yeah, crazy right? She short-circuited herself, basically.”

Helen nodded, turning her head to face the blonde cellmate. “How did you get here?”

“Me? I was in a fight like Cat, but it happened while I was in juvie. Some things happened and certain substances were involved and my powers sparked up. A building was burnt and Trigger and the other thugs captured and brought me here. That was a couple of years ago.” She said, “Well, your story sounds more intense than mine or Cat’s. You were… kidnapped?”

Helen nodded. “I woke up in some warehouse and there were two men and… they were trying to knock me out. I was fortunate that I escaped because of my powers sparking out. I ran away from the building and was saved by the police. They took me to the station where I was attacked by some man. I… dealt with him before Trigger arrived.

“Woah, that all sounds like a story… I can’t believe that your powers would spark up with such great timing as if they needed to for some strange reason.” She remarked.

“Yeah… it is,” Helen muttered. “Well… what’s your name?”

“Oh, sorry about that. I’m Beverly Torne. You said your name was Helen?”

“Yeah, Helen Hollow.”

“Well… nice to meet you,” Beverly said as she jumped out of her bed to approach Helen, sticking out her hand. Helen hesitated, unsure of what to do. Fortunately, Beverly noticed this and grabbed Helen’s hand, shaking it. “Welcome to Cell Block D.”

***

“Line up!” A middle-aged man shouted, standing in front of several tens of prisoners in the courtyard. He was dressed in a similar outfit to the guards, but most of the tactical armor was stripped off, leaving the skeleton of the outfit behind. He barely fit in the skeleton, being a plump man that tiptoed the line between obese and healthy.

“Today, you’ll be given a good opportunity!” He glanced at his side to see Trigger and the others standing near him. “I am looking for recruits for the Vault Security team. Anyone who wants to join will have to go through my son, Steven Wicker. You will find him in the Skyscraper. Aside from being in charge of recruiting, he will be in charge of the Vault while I’m gone. That is all… you can do whatever it is that you do.” He turned away from them, heading towards the Skyscraper, the largest building in the prison. Trigger and the others followed him. 

With them gone, many of the prisoners sprinted towards the Skyscraper, fighting each other to arrive there faster. Helen watched as they went rabid, fighting for every inch. The guards weren’t stepping in, watching the brawls like a television show. 

“What is happening?” Helen whispered.

“It’s recruiting time for the Vault Security team,” Beverly said. She glanced at Cat who was mumbling to herself. 

“Why? Is it something that everybody wants to join?”

“Oh yeah, you’re new here. The Vault Security team is made of mutants and metahumans. They protect the Vault and are responsible for capturing any rogues. There are many benefits to joining them as they have a higher degree of freedom. Everybody here would kill to get to take a step outside this prison. I know I would.” She explained.

Helen nodded. “Oh, I see.”

“Yeah, but there’s a disadvantage