As of Yet Unnamed Hero Story

[EvanEvan]

Chapter One: Origin Stories are Lame. Oh Well.

My back is pressed against a wall, one foot up giving it a rest and my arms crossed. I am on patrol, well... I call it patrol. It was more along the lines of waiting or walking around until I spot trouble or it ran into me. As the people milled about going this way and that I saw a green line zig-zag it's way though the crowed some people moving to one side knocking over unaware pedestrians. This brings a smile to my face. They always looked so silly. Not super heroes, I'm a super hero myself... well sort of. I have powers and the like, it's just people have a problem with my tactics. I'm just not a suit... well I have a suit it just doesn't have a mask. It also doesn't have the bright solid colors that almost seems mandated and so silly. I don't have a problem with them either though. I just don't feel like I need one... Let me start over.

Hi, I'm Nicolas, but you may instead call me Megaton. I chose the name from a list of approved names when I signed up with a group but I'll talk about those and that later. I know you don't need to be told, you already know all about them or what you care to know but for the sake of completion I feel the need, just not right now. As I said before I'm a super hero. I've had the powers since I discovered them in collage... You see, if you could take a look at me right now you would find that a funny joke. I'm in my mid-twenties and my jeans are dirty and ripped in several places that were starting to boarder on inappropriate. My black shirt with blood and rips of it's own that would make anyone looking at me feel at risk of violence if it was not for the long duster that hides some of it I wore to keep me warm in the cold winters and makes me look cool in the unbearably warm summers. This is the suit I was talking about. Not much and it did a little more then it would seem but I don't want to spoil the surprise.

As I said I got my powers in collage that was an unclear joke, I don't have the money to afford a decent one bedroom with a working shower and without the threat of being mugged walking out my door. Like hell I would have money for higher education. It's my fault really so I'm not bitter. It was actually right around the time I was getting kicked out of my junior year of high school that I learned I had powers. Fighting if you can believe it, I know you do. Even in my youth I was always picking fights. My parents tried to help calm this fire inside of me but it never worked. I never turned my fists on them but everyone else that happened to walk past my gaze was fair game. Every year a new school and this was my final chance at the one I was at. My grades where in the toilet I had detention for the rest of the foreseeable future. I tried to be good really but some some “friends” I affectionately referred to as dick heads one. two, three, and four simple could not go through the day without feeling my wrath.

The fight was meant to be quick like they always were but the dick heads learned from our past encounters. Dick head three was still sporting a bandage for his broken nose. They all jumped me at once turning a corner angled just right to give me a blind spot and opening an opportunity for a sucker punch they took. A better man would take the punch weigh the pros and cons and run off to safety. Maybe tell the faculty but I am not and was not a better man. I threw jabs and punches but every time I turned to fend off one the other three would start pounding me until I was able to roll or turn away. I was loosing bad until one of my punches landed. The punch was flurried, bad form I took a step and leaned too far but on the small contact a shock wave ran down my arm lifting dick head one into the air. He fell flat on his back unmoving.

Don't get ahead of yourself I didn't kill him. He was just out cold. This stunned Chico, Harpo, Groucho and unluckily for them I just caught my second wind. The fatigue was leaving my body along with the bruises so with a quick game of eenie, meeny, miny, moe. Harpo was the looser and I charged him. He was a good six feet away and when I tackled him... I felt nothing. Harpo or dick head three as a previously called him was built like a shit brick house. Defensive lineman so he better be and a foot taller then me and with only those six feet I was somehow able to build up enough momentum to push him off his feet. I fell on top of him and started swinging. One, two, three, four, six, eight, ten. I felt hands pulling and hitting me but I wouldn't budge. When I was done and only when I was done I turned swiftly punching Chico his the face. Again I felt the shock wave and he too went flying. I stood slowly leaving just me and old Groucho. The look on his face was priceless. He must have thought his friends dead. My slow laugh and approach probably didn't help. He took off running and I followed. I was not moving as fast as I normally did. In stead I was slowly picking up speed. Going faster, and faster. Groucho was track. Not the fastest on the team but still good and I was gaining on him. Before this day I wasn't even good enough to be on the team even if I wanted to now I was within grabbing distance of the shit. When I finally ran into him I knew I was different. I knew before hand really but this cemented it. I threw him into the safety glass windows of the school almost shattering it. He fell to the ground groaning in pain.

I didn't know how badly hurt any of them was and frankly I didn't even care. This had gone beyond a school yard fight. I would be wanted for misconduct of superpowers. A serious crime even if I just now discovered them. I did the only thing I could have, I ran home and started packing a bag. My parents where home and were not the least bit surprised that I was too. The speed in which I threw the front door open and slammed mine did off put them. I could hear my father climb the stairs and come down the hall to my door. “Come in” I remember saying to him without him knocking. He did slowly. Even though I never touched them or even raise my voice I always felt my parents were afraid of me. I did feel bad about that I truly did. He ask me what I was doing and with a single word I told him I was leaving. My birthday was a few month and I would be turning eighteen a legal adult and I could do what I wanted. He was shocked and of course asked me not to go but there was no stopping me. I didn't give him a reason way and he didn't ask. They would find out. I was going to wait until that night get a final hot meal and at least lay down in a soft bed but the sirens spooked me like a rodent and I left.

This is enough for now I think. I don't want to bore you with my life story and you didn't ask for it. You probably wanted some kick-assery, right? Well now you got it. Before me I see a mugging. One on one so I was about to let it go but when a gun is drawn on an unarmed man I lose my shit. Guns, knives, weapons of any kind really I find unsavory even if I have to use them myself some times. My fists are often good enough. I start moving across the street. Cars screeched to a halt their drivers yelling at me but I ignored them picking up speed. Moving across four lanes of traffic and reaching the side walk I am already starting to form a field around myself. At the entrance of the ally the gunman sees me and is scared. I don't look scary besides my clothes as I described. I have black hair, dirty but not overly so. I also only stand an average 5' 11” and built with muscle but not what some would call buff. What spooked him was the rage in my eyes and my bull like charge. He fires a few shots but it is too late for him. The bullets bounce away from me. I slam into him making him flay a good yard. I stop dead in my tracks in front of the victim after impact. I look at him. He's only a little scuffed but mostly unharmed. Being the good hero I am I helped the man to his feet help him gather his belongings and send him on his way. I will deal with the police that had undoubtedly been called after the gun shots. I still had a few minutes though so I am going to have my fun with Shooty McPewpews until then. I am allowed to after all, I am a hero.




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Author Notes: I never know how to start a story. Leave a comment if you like it, if you don't I don't really care. Maybe I'll write more.