As the lights were quickly turned off, the door was locked, and all the students had huddled in a corner distant bang could be heard and screams only cut off by other loud bangs.


    “Let me go out there,” Vincent started to say quietly to his teacher, “I can do more to help if you just let me go.”


    Vincent or as many of his friends called him Vin, wasn’t like the others hidden in the corner of the classroom he was born with powers.


    “I can’t allow you to. Could be injured or even killed.” his teacher said.


    Vincent didn’t like that answer, he pushed his teacher out of the way before entering the hallway. The hallway where he stood hadn’t been covered in blood yet, but as far as he could see there was blood. Then Vincent saw a figure with a revolver. As Soon as Vincent saw the figure start to aim his gun, he activated his power, and both of his hands had now been covered with ice.


    “Okay... two minutes before my powers run out for a minute thirty seconds.” Vincent muttered to himself.


    As the first bullet went flying Vincent put his hands in front of the intended target freezing the bullet upon touching his hand. As the man started to reload Vincent started to charge at him. The man fired another bullet Vincent again tried to block but instead of going straight the bullet curved hitting Vincent in the arm.


    “Bullseye.” The man said.


    “W-what.” Vincent said, trying to catch his breath after getting hit with a bullet.


    “That’s my name,” Bullseye said, “My power, target point allows me to change the trajectory of a bullet.”


    “Uh huh... And why did I need to know this?” Vincent said


    “You need to know the name of the man who’s going to kill you.” said Bullseye, his tone stern.


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    As bullseye finally stepped out of the dark, he wasn’t a figure to Vincent anymore. Vincent could see the about 5 ''9 brown messy haired man who had a nose piercing and nose ring. Bullseye also had brown eyes and was wearing a blue affliction shirt with a cross in the top left corner and a skull in the bottom right, he also wore grey jeans and a studded belt. It''d already been a minute thirty seconds, Vincent had thirty seconds to do something. In a haze Vincent grabbed the gun frozen and threw it onto the ground shattering it to pieces.


    As the ice on Vincent''s hand started to thaw, he spoke to Bullseye, “what will you do now huh? I shattered your gun.”


    “Tsk Tsk Tsk, who do you take me for?” Bullseye questioned Vincent, “My name''s Bullseye and you think I only carry one gun?” Bullseye grabbed his spare gun.


    As the gun was lifted and pointed at Vincent the pure fear could be seen in Vincent’s eyes, he was out of options. Just before Bullseye could pull the trigger the room was filled with mist and Bullseye was grabbed by something, when the mist was cleared Vincent could see Bullseye tied up by clouds and an old man with white hair wearing a suit of armor behind Bullseye.


    “Are you okay kid?” The man said.


    “Yeah. . . I’m okay” Vincent said.


    “It’s a brave thing you did, trying to fight a shooter when you yourself was unarmed and had no powers,” the old man said.


    “I do have powers... Look,” Vincent said, activating his power.


    “Huh, well what’s your name?” The old man said.


    “My name is Vincent, Vincent Herman.” Vincent said.


    “Well, I''m Rane, also known as the hasteful cloud hero.” Rane said.