100 Words A Day by Hydrargentium

Well, at least 100 words — best served random….

Tag: Sandblast

“Jeez, I wish I had weather powers.”

Killerwatt looked at him like he’d just said he was thinking of donating an organ to charity.

“Whaddaya mean? What’s wrong with your powers?”

“I hate this rain. If I had weather powers, I’d make it stop raining.”

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about. You’re not getting wet.”

Sandblast looked Killerwatt up and down. His friend was huddled under a black umbrella, his shoulders dry but his spandex leggings soaked through. Then he looked up at the sky, watching rain teem out of the darkness, and shook his head to clear the rain from his eyes.

“Well, my skin’s not getting wet, but you know what happens when you mix sand and water? You know what. Mud.”

Now that he’d mentioned it, Killerwatt noticed that Sandblast’s layer of protective sand was beginning to resemble gritty, half-melted wax. It drooped from his nose and his chin, was streaked with gullies off his shoulders and down his arms, and the ground was marked with tawny droplets the size of nickels.

“Yeah, it uh, it looks like you’re losing some there.”

Sandblast looked down and sighed. Another blob rolled off the top of his forehead, slid down his nose, and landed in a puddle with a plop.

“Doesn’t really look like mud, y’know? Looks like quicksand.”

“Not helping.”

“Or maybe puke, like if you’d got drunk at the beach, and there was sand in your beer…”

“Not. Helping.”


“Seriously?! This is insane. How can a train be this late?”

Killerwatt shrugged. “It’s only twenty minutes.”

“Twenty-three. Twenty-three minutes. It’s right here on my phone. And it’s stupid.”

Sand shifted back and forth between his hands, jumping the gap with a hiss.

“It’s not like it could’ve got caught in traffic, right? The only reason it could be late is if someone stopped it from leaving.”

Sparks arced absently between Killerwatt’s fingers.

“Maybe it got caught in an inter-dimensional rift or something.”

“There’s no such thing. Doctor Apex told me that, last time we went out drinking.”

“There could be. No one really knows.”

“Stop saying that!”

“Why? It’s the truth.”

Sandblast ducked as a stray beam of sizzling energy narrowly missed his left ear.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to hear it.”

Killerwatt shook his head as he leaned out past the end of the overturned bus and fired off a shock of lighting. Seeing the damage he caused, he shrugged and looked at his hands before turning back to the conversation.

“What, you don’t like the truth?”

Sandblast began coating himself in his sand. As it covered his face, his voice turned muffled and flat.

“If I’d wanted to deal with the truth, I wouldn’t have become a fucking supervillain.”

“I am so tired.”

Oiljack made a face, widening his eyes as if to fight off the pull of gravity on his lids.

“Whew. Me too. Let’s call it quits, huh?”

Sandblast pressed at his eyes with the heels of his hands, and swayed a little in the faint light of the quarter moon.

“You think we can? I mean, are we allowed to, right in the middle?”

Oiljack reached over to the nearest wall, and dragged his palm across the dirty bricks. Two swipes left an oily, black X. The edges dripped slowly, following the channels of the mortar.

“Now we know where we left off, and we can pick it up tomorrow. When’s good for you?”

Sandblast shrugged, fatigue making the gesture half-hearted at best.

“I dunno. I should be ready to start fighting again by midnight.”

“Works for me. See you then. And don’t forget the rubies, so when I beat you-”

“-if you beat me….”

When I beat you, I’ll be able to return them to the bank right away.”