Okay, so here's what I came up with for my first prompt. Given that this is fanfiction, I don't know whether I should offer background or just let readers figure it out for themselves... but credit where it's due, so material derived is from the Marvel universe.

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Enforcer

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They were glowing.

That was the first thing I thought of when I ran inside and saw his face. Well, not the entire thing, of course - a good half of it was obscured by that absurd purple mask. Why on Earth he thought that would be a decent cover is a mystery to me, but thieves and burglars generally have never struck me as exceptionally bright. Don't these people know that technology can extrapolate their appearance using details like eye color, the build of the chin, the shape of the lips, nose, and so on? Doesn't seem like it to me.

Well, maybe it doesn't matter whether he was wearing a mask or not. Purple and green, that's a fashion statement that's begging to be noticed out on the streets. Especially in Peoria. This guy's agenda wasn't about avoiding being spotlighted. It was simply meant to get the point across. Here's how it goes, right? "I'm a burglar, I'm going to steal from you now, and this weapon in my hands is all I need to make sure it happens without a fight."

Come to think of it, I really don't know what I was expecting. Every single pane of glass had been shattered in some spectacular explosion that would have defied reasoning by any forensic specialist. Glass had been blown both into and out of the building, and how that was possible, I couldn't begin to guess.

But at that moment, it didn't really matter to me. It wasn't what I was thinking about. I had a job and I was going to do it. Someone was knocking over a bank? No way. Not on my watch. And lucky I happened to be in the area, patrolling over near the mall when it was happening - the bank was just right across the highway. So I was the first responder.

Lucky me.

I ran inside with my weapon drawn. I could see a couple of customers huddling on the floor, underneath one of the booths where they'd probably been filling out paperwork for transactions. They looked frightened but not hurt. As long as they were safe, the primary concern was out of the way, for now - but the secondary concern was standing tall, up next to the sealed vault door. I brought my gun to bear on him. He had his back turned, but he was huge, and I knew enough to stay well outside his range... looked like he could backhand me from halfway across the lobby. Idiot that I was, I should have known the moment I jumped out of my car to wait for backup, but I was too eager. Plus... I don't know, all that glass and everything, I wondered if maybe it was some kind of explosion, a gas line or something. Yeah, that wasn't too bright an assumption, either, I see that now. But I'm not sure I can help it. I wanted to help anybody who might have been trapped inside.

So, anyway, weapon drawn, and I shout, "Police! Hands on your head!" Boy, did I sound a lot braver than I felt. Somehow, I knew this guy wasn't going to freeze, or put his hands on his head, or do anything else I told him to do, but I had to wait before he made his move... rules of engagement and all that.

He turned around and looked at me the way Hitler would have looked at an ant. But that stare in and of itself wasn't what got to me, and it wasn't the condescending smirk that grew across his face underneath it, either. I was used to looks like that, got 'em all the way through school. No... it was those eyes. They weren't just a different color than I'm used to seeing, those things were glowing with the rage of all the lightning in the sky. It was almost like sparks were coming out of them, as stupid as that might sound.

He had this giant crowbar in his hand. It occurred to me then that he'd probably used it to ram through the glass windows and just sweep all the shards he made in any direction they'd care to go, probably to scare the folks inside. He was using the crowbar - just this strange, massive crowbar - to pry the vault door out of its moorings. Even more absurd, he was actually succeeding. There was this awful gash in the metal, that should never have been created by a tool like that in the first place. He shouldn't have had the strength to jam it into that thick steel, and it should have bent and broken off, but it was the vault that was giving up the fight.

The sparks in those eyes weren't for nothing. They weren't just some dandy special effect.

This guy... this guy had the power of God Himself inside him.

And he was ripping off a bank.

I pulled the trigger, I don't know how many times, but I wasn't done pulling it even after my clip was out. I wasn't even really watching where I was aiming. Figure I didn't really have to, there was no way I was missing a target that size. But with every shot, the power surging in his gaze just kept getting brighter and more angry, until whatever energy was in them seemed to merge across the bridge of his nose and suddenly I'm looking at one eye instead of two. Suddenly I feel something smashing into my ribs... I guess I learned at that moment what the feeling of your entire ribcage shattering into a billion pieces feels like... and I hit something hard with my back.

Last thing I remember seeing was those eyes, looking down at me, and hearing him laughing. He didn't say a word. Didn't have to.

Whatever he is, all I know is I'm not strong enough to stop him. You train to be a police officer, you don't train to run into guys like him. Seems petty, doesn't it, for someone with that much power to knock over a bank? What does he need the money for? You'd figure he could make a decent living pretty much any other way.

Well... first thing is, when he gets brought in, put a blindfold on him.

... So, what is this place, anyway? Looks like an aircraft carrier.

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