Author's Note: Okay, here's the deal. Last year, I wrote a light sci-fi novel about six teenagers who were transformed using a chemical formula into superheroes. The first chapter went through about fifteen rewrites and edits, total.
BUT.
After reading the entire story, I realized: oh, crap, the opening chapter doesn't fit with the style of the rest of the novel.
So I wrote a brand-new opening chapter. But I need some real help on it.
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FILE 1: Court/Martial
The city of Toledo, located in the northwest corner of Ohio at the juncture between the Maumee River and Lake Erie, was not blessed with beautiful weather. In fact, some of its residents found that it had terrible weather. The lake effect brought a lot of snow in the winter, and the summers were hot and humid. August, however, wasn't usually so bad. The air was thick and muggy, but there was sometimes rain to cool things down, and at least there wasn't any snow to contend with.
The city residents didn't enjoy the break from wet weather. Because of the nearby nuclear plant, terrorists liked to try and blow things up. Terrorism was relatively common in the nation, and almost everybody could say that they knew somebody who'd been in a terrorist attack – if they hadn't been in one themselves.
This day in particular was just before the city public schools were slated to begin, and the county courthouse was in full swing of business. There were several cases, as usual, for the judges to deal with.
One case they hadn't counted on was that of the black-clad gang that had burst in with AK-47s to demand the release of a terrorist leader.
Considering that the three men had guns trained on the mayor and two council members, the police reluctantly gave in to their request. After unlocking the man, the four ran through the courthouse and out through a door on the side. They raced around the front of the building quickly, knowing that the police from the station across the street could soon arrive.
Unfortunately for them, the police didn't arrive.
A streak of purple and black collided with the man in the back. He fell face-first to the ground. His comrades heard the noise and stopped, turning. Their jaws slackened with shock.
A teenage girl in a black-and-purple uniform smiled back.
A moment later, a blast of flame licked two of the men's hands, quickly replaced by a layer of ice. They howled in pain, now frozen to their weapons. Two more teens – a boy with light blue stripes on his uniform and a girl with glowing orange hair and a red-striped uniform – had appeared.
The fourth man turned to run. He collided with what felt like a brick wall. A boy covered in what appeared to be turtle-shell skin stood in front of the terrorist. He scrambled backwards, then found himself being lifted into the air by an unseen force controlled by a girl who wore a white stripe on her black uniform.
The purple-striped girl motioned, and the red-striped girl and the light blue-striped boy moved to restrain the man she was still standing on. He struggled for a moment, until the boy caused a layer of ice to form on his wrists.
Purple, as she was called, moved forward to the man that White had restrained. Dark Gray had seized him from the air and was pinning him against his chest.
Purple smiled. “Did you really think you could outrun the Team Erie Canal Heroes?”
