A blow to the face. A punch to the stomach. A knee to the groin. A fist to the jaw.
Cooper fell back, landing hard on his back. The gangsters gathered in front of him. Cooper tried to get up, but a foot to the chest held him down. Cooper groaned.
"The glove," one of them ordered Cooper.
"What?" he asked.
Then Cooper remembered his glove. He phased and pushed the guy's foot away. He stood up and punched all of them in the faces. He ran around the corner of a building and phased. He watched in amusement as the gang looked around in confusion and pain. Something caught his eye. Each gang member was wearing gloves just like his. But they rings were flowing magma red, like veins filled with lava. Then, suddenly, they disappeared. Cooper blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. They had just been standing there. He decided to not rest on it. They were gone, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
But he still had to find out how, and why the gloves chose him.
As he turned around, he felt searing pain everywhere as he lost consciousness.
Cooper blinked a few times. He groaned in agony. He could feel cold metal on his wrists and ankles. He realized he was in chains. He felt something hot on his face. He looked up, with pain, and was staring into the eyes of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
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