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Clearing out was not a task that Jon liked doing, at all. He hated it. There were so many other things that he could imagine himself doing right this minute, but this was the job he was lumped with doing. He and his family were moving house in a few days and they needed to get the final things packed up and ready in boxes, to go to their new abode. Right now, he was up in the roof of the house, shifting around things that hadn’t seen the light of day forever. Some of the things here didn’t even belong to the family, they had been left there by the previous owners and his parents just hadn’t been bothered to throw them out. Well now, it all had to go. The new owners didn’t want anything left and they had been rather forceful about that, almost unreasonably so, according to Jon’s dad. They had been rather beastly about it. Jon’s parents had just left the house, taking a load of junk down to the local tip and his sister had managed to get out of the tidying, by being the youngest and

Trent sighed deeply as he brushed his platinum blond hair from his face, wiping his brow as he leant against a wall, wondering what the hell to do next. A slight man of short stature (shorter than the average person of his age) with a thin, wiry build that made him look younger than he already was. His clothes consisted of a loose purple shirt, brown shorts and white sneakers, sans socks because the weather was already warmer than expected. A small belt kept his shorts tightly around his waist while also keeping his two pokemon close by. One might say a few sandwiches would do him good, but despite that he was still lost. Lost in Goldenrod City, lost in his thoughts…. Lost...but then a voice perked up. “Need a hand getting around?” the male voice said. Trent looked round, seeing what looked like a short, middle aged man in a brown trenchcoat and a similar coloured brimmed hat which shielded his face. There was something about his face that Trent almost recognised from a book he once

Benny Andrews was an only child, who lived in the countryside with his parents. He loved to go outdoors and see the wildlife that roamed the fields near his house and play up the fresh air that came with out-of-city living. His other passions were reading comic books and watching superhero films. It was one thing Benny had always wanted to be, a superhero. Even if they were real, there wasn’t much need for one in the middle of the green and pleasant land he lived in. Not many supervillains would set up base away from where they could maximise their damage. It was late one evening and Benny was watching the stars from the comfort of his bedroom window. It was one of the best things to do when the sky was clear. Here, unlike in the city, the light pollution was so small, they could see thousands of tiny pinpricks of light, all across the black void of space, each one twinkling slightly. He was dreaming about being a superhero and as he did so, a streak of light shot across the