Gerard's POV. "HOT GIRL! Are you ok?" Mikey called out.

"HOT GIRL! Are you ok?" Mikey called out.

"I need some help up here. The electric douche is blasting lightning bolts at me!" Erica replied as the three of us emerged from the bus. Now that there was only Dr. Krustallos inside the bus, I decided to try and get him. I shot a massive fire ball at the bus, causing the engine to explode. That fucker was gonna be lucky to be alive or at least lucky to not be injured.

"Fucking leave us alone!" Mikey commanded The Executioner.

"Or what?" we all heard from behind us. Turning around, we saw Dr. Krustallos, out of his womanly disguise and back into his villain costume. He appeared to be completely ok after I had set the bus on fire.

"Or we'll beat you down!" Erica exclaimed.

"Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?" Dr. Krustallos asked.

"Remember how you played bowling in the middle of the street?" Frank asked him.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Well, how about we have a bowling tournament," Frank suggested, stretching his arms at super speed, grabbing both The Executioner and Dr. Krustallos and throwing them as far as he could into the distance.

"Whoa. That was extreme!" Mikey said, sounding awestruck.

"It had to be done," Erica decided.

"You can't fucking get rid of us that easily!" Dr. Krustallos said from up in the air, The Executioner holding onto his back. How the fuck did they recover from Frank's amazing hammerthrow?

"Oh yeah?" Erica said, holding her hands up and freezing them, making their bodies completely engulfed in a massive ice block. Dr. Krustallos' flying power immediately ceased as the ice block containing him and his partner in crime smashed to the ground, causing them to lay there in pain.

"You guys need to stop. Can't you see that you're damaging the city?" Frank asked them.

"They won't stop Skeleton," Erica told him. "We need to give them a taste of their own medicine," she said, putting her hand out a second time and crystallizing the hands of Dr. Krustallos and The Executioner.

"Oh my god. You can crystallize? What the fuck are you? And how did you get the same powers as me?" Dr. Krustallos asked.

"Why would I tell you that?" Erica questioned as The Executioner began freaking out.

"I fucking don't want my hands eaten away by acid. Do something!" he commanded Dr. Krustallos.

"Well fucking hop on my back then. We need to find water somewhere," Dr. Krustallos decided. "You were all lucky this time, but next time you won't be so lucky. Mark my words," he added, scooping his arms under the armpits of The Executioner and flying the two of them away, no doubt back to Bob's pool next to his pink pool house to decompose the acid crystal.

"Whoa, we had a close one then," Mikey realized as I hugged him.

"Thank you for saving Skeleton and I," I told him.

"It's no problem. Oh my gosh, I love this superhero stuff. I love saving people. It makes me feel all happy on the inside," Mikey replied as the media approached us. The fire brigade had arrived and were busy putting out the bus fire I'd started. Medical teams were checking out those involved in the accident. And the media began asking us questions.

"Excuse me, but who are the two new heroes?--"

"What are your powers?--"

"How do you plan on bringing Dr. Krustallos and The Executioner down?--"

"Do you all know one another's secret identities?--"

The four of us were virtually blinded by camera flashes as Erica decided to speak on behalf of us.

"We would not like to reveal too much information as Dr. Krustallos and The Executioner will be wanting to know anything they can on our superpowers and plans. If we divulge that information, they will then use it to their own advantage and the city will be ruined. However I would like to introduce myself to you all. I am Hot Girl and this is Hot Boy," she spoke, gesturing to Mikey. "All four of us know one another in real life, and we were all exposed to the toxic explosion in New Jersey when we were younger. Just like how The Dark Ninja is romantically involved with The Skeleton, I am romantically involved with Hot Boy. That is all I would like to say," she said, the media still taking pictures as we all awkwardly said goodbye to the media and flew back home to our apartment. Today had been a hard day on the job. And things were set to become a lot harder.