Unfunny Super Eyes Chapter 9: Chapter 9 Street

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As far as days go, this was probably Cake's worst. The only thing that could bring it down further was if a superhero fell out of the sky. When he gave the cash box back to Bezo, there had been more yelling to be had when the man lectured him about taking responsibility and caring for items that were entrusted to him. After that had spent the day (and his allowance) getting duct tape to keep the case shut until night fell. The only problem was that the tape began failing ever since he went out of the “Inn”. Light had constantly been bleeding through the case’s cracks, and ever so slightly, the tape seemed to stretch. He didn’t think it was a problem at first and just kept walking, planning to dump the case a good dozen blocks away to avoid suspicion, but the more he carried it, the more he had to manually keep the thing closed. When he had heard laughter at the end of the street, Cake had made up his mind to abandon ship and run back, but a superhero actually fell out of the sky. Cake was stunned at his apparent lack of luck. She had a ruby mask to cover her eyes, heavy gloves and boots to keep up with the action, and a satin sash across her waist. To the mystery girl, this is a successful surprise attempt to steal the suitcase. To the boy, the nightmare of that morning's attack had come back to haunt him. ‘Sup?’ She asked, reforming her body to grab the case. ‘Wait! Don’t!’ Light spilled out and across the street. The grid overlaid itself, and infinity was once again unleashed. Cake could see it all: temperature measurements for the night wind, dimensions of the buildings around them, angles of reflection from its own light bouncing off the concrete. With each passing moment, the numbers and signs began adding up. Until even the gravitational force of dust particles, smaller than anything he had ever seen, began to show itself, and the information was too much. Cake pushed forward, tackling the superhero to the ground and closing the case once again. Around them, the buildings had all grown and bent forward, slumping and creaking at the weight. The road looked to have doubled in length. The girl was stunned by the light. It burned past her eyes and almost fried her brain. Cake pulled the suitcase away from her melting hands before taking off. ‘Commmee baaackk,’ she said groggily. From the other end of the street, the pinstripes had come running towards the commotion. They took one look at the heroine before one shouted, ‘IT’S THE GRAY MUD DUDE! OPEN FIRE!’ She barely got up when bullets was struck in a dozen different spots. Her open wounds oozed gray mud, then instantly closed up, only for a new bullet to make a hole. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ she whispered, gritting her teeth. With a yell, the girl swung at them, flinging mud that sailed towards their guns. A yelp brought their firing squad to a halt. Then something landed, smoking, beside her. The hero's mind couldn’t concentrate. It looked like a green ball, but why would they throw it? Cake saw it and he couldn't stop himself from acting. ‘GRENADE!’ Cake shouted, tackling her into a dirty alley before it went off. The blast shook the street, a small, deafening explosion that scattered shrapnel and left a ringing in their ears. While they had been safe from a direct impact, the buildings around them weren't. Expanding had only weakened their structure, and that explosion was the last straw. Rubble started to rain down, and Cake had to pull Earth away from a chunk of railing. ‘Come on! Run!’ Both of them were sprinting down the street, a building collapsing on top of them, and the Family’s thugs chasing behind. Guns were rattling again. Earth snapped out of her funk and aimed a chunk of hard mud at a pillar still holding up the building. It crashed into the cement like a cannon, bringing the place down. Dust kicked up. Debris was scattered across the street. Between the sounds of chaos came the flap of wings. ‘Oh for crying out loud!’ One of the thugs had sprouted a