[b]DOWNTOWN CLEVELAND [/b]

Digby was very confused upon waking from his nap. 

[b]Digby's Bridgeview Apartment [/b]
[i]8:00 AM EDT[/i]
Digby awoke to the smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs filling his apartment. He knew who was responsible for these amazing aromas that woke him from his sleep, Mother. "Shes at it again." He thought to himself as he got up and headed to the bathroom. Mother was not supposed to be on her feet, let alone cooking. He had tried to tell he this but it just earned him a slap across the head and her life mantra "I'm Old not Dead, so leave me alone." When he left the bathroom and entered into the kitchen area, she was sitting at the counter reading some newspaper and drinking tea. "Did you hear about the break out, I wonder if the prisoners are okay?" She said in her sweet southern accent. It always amazed him how she could find a way to care for everyone. "Yes, but should you really be worried about the villains?" Digby said as he got his food. "Well they are people too. Maybe they just need someone to listen." Digby shook his head at this and looked at the stove clock. It was 8:00 and he had to be at work by 11:30. He scarfed his food down and thanked the cook. He got dressed and was about to head out the door to Starbucks when he heard her say, "Digby don't you go down to that coffee place and sleep again. You were late last time, and you know I hate gettin' those phone calls from the University askin' all these question. You bess get there on time and don't be late ya hear, I still need a place to stay." He turned to her and said a polite "Yes Mama" before leaving. 

[b]Starbucks, Public Square [/b]
[i]9:00 AM EDT[/i] 
When he arrived at his favorite Starbucks in Cleveland, he saw the owner, Grives. Grives had owned this Starbucks since Digby was young and he was a generous man. He gave jobs to college students and even high school kids in the summer. He gave Digby a job and they had been friends ever since. When Grives saw Digby he already knew that he wanted a Java Chip with extra chocolate and no whipped cream (Digby thought whipped cream was too much trouble to have to eat). Digby went over to his favorite seat and his drink arrived not too soon after. He paid, laid down, got his phone, and started to watch Tom and Jerry. He began to fall asleep and eventually he knocked out. 

[b]Public Square[/b]
[i]10:30 AM EDT[/i]
When he awoke, Digby was covered in wood, debris, glass, ashes. He looked around and the store was in shambles. There were holes in the walls, some the size of boulders others the size of bullets. Half of the door was missing, and the roof had almost caved in. The marquee counter was now just a pile of shot up wood. Surprisingly the couch he was on was only burnt black a little. He had been cut up by the loose glass and wood. As he began to get up he stepped over what was left of the table, he could see some bodies and parts sticking out from here and there. "I hope Mother didn't do this because I slept over again." He said aloud to himself. "No it was not her this time." The voice came from behind a fallen beam. When he got behind it, he saw Grives. Grives had a large Cutlass in his chest; he was sitting on the floor with a shotgun in one hand and shells in the other. "It was those damn Pirates; they came through here shooting up Public Square. Then the police got involved and it turned into an even bigger mess." He coughed op blooded as he told his story. "Then mid-fight they backed off and left the heroes out to dry. The Pirates ran through here real quick, one of them came in here and tried to cause a fuss. I tried to stop him but he had other ideas as you can see." He gestured to the sword impaled in his chest. Digby reached up to pull it out but Grives stopped him. "Don't do that, just go kid. Head back to your mom and get some place safe." Digby knew he was not dead yet but those were his final words. So he got up and headed to the door to get out side. The moment he took a step onto the side walk he felt a pain shoot though his right leg; he had a large piece of glass sticking through his upper leg. “Aww shit! Well this is just great" He thought to himself. He looked around and what Grives had said was true. It looked like World War III had come through Downtown Cleveland. There was smoke everywhere; some stores were on fire, others full of cannon and bullet holes. The smell of ash ad gun powder could be smelt. Public Square was no more. The memorial statue was all but gone, the grass and trees were burnt to a crisp black and nothing was left but the dirt. All around him could see bodies of police officers, civilians, and some pirates too. He looked down Ontario St. and saw a large gathering of red and blue lights. He began to limp in that direction. When he finally arrived he saw that there was police, EMT's, the fire department, and the local news. He saw three black trucks and knew that is where the heroes were being held. An EMT came up to him, "Sir you need help sit down and I’ll get that out of your leg." Digby sat down on the floor and let the man work. He cringed when the glass came out but that is about it. "What is in those trucks?" Digby asked as he pointed at the three large black trucks with tinted windows. "I think they have some of the pirates in those trucks, at least that's what the detective told me." He knew that this was a lie so after the man was done with his stitches he got up and walked over to the trucks. Digby got his goggles out and put them on. He set them on day light mode. Then he opened his palms and focused light into his hand. He made a small cube of light, no bigger than marble. Then he pointed it at the trucks, and launched the cube. It moved as fast as a bullet and the moment it touched the middle truck the cube exploded in a flash of bright light. When the light subsided, people were walking around rubbing their eyes, they could not see and would not be able to for a few more minutes. Digby limped over to the trucks, avoiding the blind pedestrians, and when he reached the middle one he opened the back door. In the middle seat with hand cuffs on was Grand Slam. Then he went to the next truck to the right, in that car was Dervish. And coming around the last car held Damselfly. They gathered in front of the three vehicles. "Now listen we don't have much time left, and even less time to talk. So grab your things and let’s get out of here before my flash-bang wears off. Oh and by the way, the name's King."