Return to Hades, Part 1

Some light telepathic eavesdropping.

Welcome to Olympus City, where super-powers, physics-defying tech, and unearthly creatures are all possible now. Human nature, however, remains unchanged.

No one is born a perfect superhero, but a few strive to live up to the ideal anyway.

Part 1

Alyssa was trying not to pry into anyone’s thoughts. Really, she was.

She leaned back in her chair, one of several lined up near the front entrance of Olympian MMA. She felt a little conspicuous being the only spectator present, and her dental scrubs didn’t help. It was a full class. Adults of varying ages had spread across the mat, three to a punching bag, and they took turns executing the combination. The repeated smacking of the leather filled the dojo like strange, scattered rainfall, which poured heaviest near Ken.

Ken whipped his shin against the punching bag, then drove his boxing glove straight into the yielding leather. He hated the glove right now; Alyssa happened to overhear the shouted thought. The glove protected his hand, softened the blow. He wanted none of that; he craved the raw impact—his bare fist against a chosen target, the chance to see what that fist was capable of without any telekinetic assistance.