This is my imcomplete beginning to a super hero story. This story is subject to massive change

Mayfly
The earth is scorched. The cold war ignited into blazing flames. The fight between capitalism and communism was a loss for both sides. You could say it was a WWIII. This story is not about the war, it is of a new era that arose from the ashes of the war; the spire era.

An enormous black pillar stands in the middle of a desolate field. Around where maraland use to be. It is a spire city. Inside the spire walls are two sections, an under and upper. The upper district is a glistening high tech city. The under district is a crime ridden city built from the ruins of an old town. This is the new democratic capital Mayfly spire, better know as Mayfly.
I'm Devin son of the braves war hero of what use to be The United Stats of America. People always ask me what kind of man my father was. But I never really got to know him before he left to explore the wastelands. I've only seen my dad in pictures and status. I'm told I look just like him. My hands like baseball mitts. Long slender arms and legs.

Chapter 1
The air feels fake. The sun is dull. Giant boxes sit in the digital blue sky. The boxes pump out temperature controlled air. The sun is a phony. It's just a big circle of data that cycles from orange in the day and white at night. Well that's the Mayfly artificial weather system. We haven't had any interesting weather in months. I hate this city!
"Hey, Devin shut your wrist computer. You're gonna be late again."
A short little blond girl is standing by the school entrance. her hair is a short bob cut. her bright blue eyes look more like clear lakes. Her navy blue uniform is neat, orderly and inspection ready.
"I dont want to go to class." I reluctantly replied
She stomped over to me and grabbed my left hand. Her tiny soft hand is dwarfed by mine. I pull her toward me.
" If you wanted to hold my hand you could of just asked," I say with a devilish smile.
Her face turns red as a stop light. She looks away in embarrassment.
"We got to get to class" she mumbles to herself.
Ha, shes freaking out. I pull her down beside me. I try to maneuver to see her face,but with every attempt she finds a reason to avoid eye contact. Anyway, why is this Girl concerned with me being on time?
"What's your name?" I ask
"What do you mean?"
What do I mean? This Girs is getting on my nerves.
She speaks in a sad tone, "you don't remember my name?"
"I don't know you." I squawk.
The blue lakes in her eye begin to flood.
"I'm Mandy, your lab partner!" she roars.
"Oh,im not late for class am i?," I say while I chuckle.
She gives another roar, "Yes you are "
"I didn't recognize you without your goggles. I didn't know such a cute face was hiding behind that large piece of eyewear."
I don't know how it's possible,but her face turned more red. Mandy pulls her hand out from under mine. she grabs my collar and tugs.
"Devin, we need to go." she said with concern.
But I don't want to! She give my collar another tug. I give up.
"Fine, lets go."
We walk down the plain, wide hallway. Her hand is still latched to my collar. It's like I'm a prisoner being led to a courtroom. The class bell rings, but all the kids here are always early. Mandy yanks me forward, nearly decapitating me.
"Come on!" she orders
Damn, that hurt! We arrive at room 2b. The automatic door parts. The room is full of eyes. The tallest pair of eyes approach me. Oh crap, it's Mr.Cole. Mandys grip tightens. Mr.Cole's tense jaw loosens. His fists clench.
" DEVIN!! Fist off, your uniform's in disarray. Second, you and your little girlfriend are late." He says with an unpleased tone.
"Well, at least I'm here, and what's wrong with my uniform." I bark.
"Your pins and badges are missing or in the wrong spot." still unpleased.
Whatever. I walk to an empty desk. I jump in to the seat. Oh god! I nearly get decapitated again. Mandy's still holding my collar.
"Ummm, could you let go."I ask
"Oh, sorry." Mandy squeaks.
Several girls in the class giggle. I peek out the window. The place Mandy and I were sitting is totally visible. They could see us. This isn't good. So we had an audience. Mr.Cole starts his lecture. His deep voice bounces around the room. He sounds like a german dictator. Something flew past my face. A little folded paper lands on my desk. It reads, Devin are you going out with Mandy? Well... No she looks to much like a kid, and I'm not a pedophile. If this becomes a rumor, people are gonna get hurt.
It's lunch time. Everyone is in the cafeteria, but I'm in my usual spot, on a bench in front of the school entrance. I'm flipping through the news on my wrist computer. As I flip an image of a blond girl in a yellow and white jumpsuit pulls my eyes like a magnet. She's hot. I quickly find the article for said image. The title reads Mayfly's Hero. The super heroine named Luna has vowed to protect the streets of Mayfly... Bored! I decided to ditch school.

Chapter 2 bikinis and spikes
The trees are all parallel to one another. They line the polished glassy street. Curvy convertible cars cruise up and down the streets weaving through the maze of skyscrapers. The shell lake twinkles in the distance. I love the lake. The water, the girls, the beach, the girls, oh and bikinis! I decided to hitch a ride on a passing truck. I hop from car to car heading toward the beach. I receive a flock of "birds" from the people in the cars. I leap off a cable van face first into the hot sand.
"Are you ok?" A woman's voice asked.
I tilt my chin up out of the sand. A pair of yellow and white legs are standing over me.
"Come on, get up." the voice request
I pull myself up and sand leaps out of my hair. A familiar looking women sand in front of me. She's wearing a yellow and white jumpsuit. Have I seen you before. Then it hits me,
"Holy shit, you're Luna!" I shout excitedly.
"Holy shit, you're a dumbass" she replies with a smirk.
What?
"So what brings you to the beach this lovely afternoon" I ask flirtatiously.
"I was following someone who was car hopping" she says sternly.
"Who could that be." I question sarcastically.
"You dumbass. Do you know that is very dangerous?... But I'll let you off the hook case I think you're kinda cute." she says while flicking my forehead.
Ow. She winks as she turns around. My cheeks flash scarlet. I conceal my cheeks behind my sleeve. As her hips sway left and right, I think blood begins to trickle from my nose. Damnit Dev keep it cool. A thought jumps in my head.
"Oh hey Luna! By the way I'm Devin" I shout courageously.
"Devin? That's such a cute name. I'm Kelly. But don't go shouting my name around."She says hushed.
Kelly, that's an awesome name. Her fingers dance as she waves sayonara. My chest feels tight and my stomach is upset, but it feels good. Holy shit, I think I'm in love with a super hero. I glance into her eyes once more time. Her irises are orange like the fruit. Suddenly a commotion happens on the beach. A muscle head bodybuilder is beating the daylights out of a scrawny teen. Kelly pounces toward a bench. She sucks the metal out from underneath the cheap paint into her palms. Her hands form into giant metal spikes. She sprints toward the fight.
"Stop! Or I'll rip you both to shreds!" she announces.
The bodybuilder drops the teen, who then quickly slithers away.
"Hey lady, I was just protecting my girl from this ashoule!" the bodybuilder says while flexing.
"That's not an excuse for your violence."
"Whatever. Come on babe, we're leaving. This place is full of freaks." the bodybuilder passive-aggressively notions while sipping his energy drink.
The bodybuilder and his biking-wearing girl waddle away. Damn, Kelly's scary but its kinda hot. Kelly's spikes leave her hands. She drops them where the bench had been. Her eyes catch me.
"Hope I see you again Devin. But next time not for something bad." she happily says with a grin.
"You too!" I shout as the butterflies try to leave my digestive tract.
She walks away.
Chapter 3 The man with connections
I check my wrist computer. I have 6 messages. Several from Mandy and one from my uncle. My uncle runs an illegal information database. If you want to know something about someone, ask my uncle. I live with my uncle in his apartment above a men's business apparel shop. the shops not that far from the beach. The shop windows have manicans dressed in the finest suite that have to offer. One suit in particular catches my eye. It's a white suit tailored to look like a us navi uniform from befor the war. I push the shop door open. The well kept men greet me like they do every evening. A short asian man is tangled in a web of measuring tape. I try to wave but the man looks very annoyed. I waltz to the back room and head up the rickety stair to my uncle's apartment. The door is painted over to match the wall. I kick the door open. My uncles lurking in the entrance.
"You're not a cop right?" he says snarkily.
Why do you always ask me that? Hes a tall slender man who's always in shades and a trenchcoat. His fraying black hair is always slicked back with about a gallon of gel. He's the kind of guy who sits in a restaurant just to watch other people talk. A stalker. No that's not the right word he's an eavesdropper. His mouth curls up.
"So, my sources tell me you met a cute blond today." he states as he peeks over his shades.
How the hell does he know about Kelly?
"She left five messages on your wrist computer."
Oh. I think I know who he's talking about. His cheap polished moc loafers scoot across the rickety unswept floor boards. Puffy clouds of dust dance in the sunlight as he peers through the blinds.
"Mandy Hibiscus. Age 16, height 5ft 2in, hair golden and short, often tends to get involved with bad boys." he recites from memory.
"How the hell do you know all that?" I ask, shocked
"Are you a cop?" he asks.
"No" I bark
"Let's just say, I'm a man with a lot of connections."
The amount of knowledge my uncle has scares the living shit out of me. He remembers everything and anything about anyone. I could point at someone at random and he would have some dirt on that person. Especially the people that have a connection with me. Honestly, he's the only reason my school hasn't expelled me for absences. Cause he's got connections. I think he used to be part of the C.I.A. but I'm not sure. He shuffles his way back to me. His head is close to my ear. My nose is filled with the horrible smell of anchovies and onion pizza. Get a breath mint you needle-necked creep.
"I think this one likes you." he says nudging my shoulder.