Heroic Park 6.56 a.m.
It was still early in the morning and the city was still awakening. Slowly the red ball of the sun rose on the horizon and painted the city in comfortable, almost drowsy colours that were reflected by the mirrored facades of the towering skyscrapers. The night owls were already back from the clubs and bars while the commuters just got ready to jam the highways on their way to work. Champion Island was caught in an almost magical state between night and day, blissful serenity and brimming activity.
Heroic Park was no exception to the general rule. Often called the emerald lung of the city it had somehow managed to survive the recent flooding and still supply the citizens with a place to take a stroll, have a picnic, to jog or have a romantic date. In the usual manner of big cities the people had quickly repressed the recent events and had continued their daily life and thus many dog owners could be seen taking their little darlings for a walk.
Routine comes quick for humans and seems to be somewhat necessary to the human mind. It appeases them and give them some sense of security. So those doggy walkers could not be blamed for their reaction when their routine, their security was broken this morning.
Still sleepy and wishing themselves back into their comfortable, warm beds they still took some joy in seeing their pets rolling around in the grass, digging in the soil or chasing after thrown sticks. Loveable dog reality in a city built for crazy super humans.
This was all over out of a sudden. It started with a display of precognition that let all the owners shudder in discomfort at once.
Without warning the dogs stopped. No matter what they were doing, digging, rolling around, chasing or just walking, the animals stopped dead in their tracks as if something had hit them on the spot. Their ears pointed straight up into the air like their tails and even to an inexperienced watcher it was clear that the hair on their back was standing equally erect. Like a snapshot they seemed to be removed from time in their immobility and strange silence.
Later no one could remember which dog had started it, if there had been an instigator at all. Instead they would agree that all the different dogs, massive St. Bernards, dangerously looking Rottweilers, family friendly Golden Retrievers, grumpy Badger Hounds, tiny Chihuahuas, lovely hybrids, even a huge wolf hound, started howling simultaneously. An elongated, melancholic, even heart tearing sound that echoed over the green tops of the trees wide into the still abandoned urban canyons of the city. For a moment this howling seemed to fill everything, to hover the city and lay on everything the sun touched. The owners themselves were speechless, helpless even when confronted with the situation, never before had they seen anything like this. There was sure something greater behind this but they did neither know what nor how to react on it. Concern gripped their hearts with iron claws.
And then it happened.
A flash of blinding intensity with a bang like thunder. It was almost like reality, time and space ripped at the same time in an unbelievable display of power. Where before the relatively calm wailing of the dogs had hung in the air the boom of the new event replaced it in a rather brutal way shocking with echoes throughout the whole metropolis. But almost as quick as it had begun it ended as well. And where moments before nothing had been, infront of the famous Andferne statue a strange group of individuals stood.
The statue was more than a simple statue, it was an icon, a symbol for one of the greatest hero the world ever knew. Although it was not the original which rested in the lobby of the Champions Tower it had quickly became a trademark of the park and a rallying point for young artists and other people who wanted to revel in the image of the American legend. The freshly appeared group was not composed of those ordinary people though. Power radiated from their very bearing and although the citizens of Champion City were used to a lot of freakish super humans some like the bat man or the ever colour-changing living crystal in the form of a woman were something entirely new even to them.
For a moment there was silence as the visitors took in everything around them and the onlookers stared at them in disbelief. The tension was sensible in the air hanging there like a thick curtain which could be only cut with a chainsaw.
Then the dogs started to bark and fled with their tails between their legs. Their terrified owners were shortly behind them.
10 minutes later:
It did not take long to cordon the area and the red and blue of the police cars flashed everywhere turning away the former romantic scene in favour of a hard and fearful background of hard colours and sharp shadows. One of the cops had drawn the shortest straw while they were still waiting on the special units and of course on the Champions Of Peace and had been chosen to make first contact. Nervous, twitching and sweating he made his way over to the intimidating group. One step was harder than the next. On his mind he had the image of his family who lived only a few miles away. He felt like the drops on his forehead would evaporate every second. Closer and closer he came hoping the visitors bore nothing evil in mind.
And then as one of them, a beautiful blond blue eyed girl in an exotic costume, stepped forwards his hand flashed to his service pistol. Only to be held inches away from it by an invisible but irresistible force. Seductively the young woman smiled and spoke.
“We are the Future Champions and we have come to see the Future Champions.”