Where It Began: The fight in the sky
“TJ HOOOOOOKER!!!” Rebecca yelled at the top of her lungs, with a grim across her face. “Would you shut the fuck up Becca!” Betsy yelled out. “Why???…No one can even hear us up here.” As Rebecca jumped leaped too the next building besides them, which stood 15 feet away. ” “Fuck I hate you sometimes” Betsy mumbled, running the edge of the building and leaping to the next building, where Rebecca was waiting impatiently. “How exactly do you plan on pullingt this hiest off if ya can’t keep your goddamn mouth shut? HUH!” Betsy explained to Rebecca one too many time the importance of not saying a word before robbing someone. “Look…I’m sorry. Im just so excited for this. I’m like a damn nkid in a candy store! We are gonna get paid BANK!” as Rebcca yelled at the top of her lungs on the foot of the skyscraper. “Jesus Christ! After this we are so never doing another job together.” Betsy quietly said. ”Blah blah blah…You say that everytime. And and annnnd do you remember the last time you said that???” Rebecca said with a smile reaching across her face. “Ugh yes…” Betsy said regretably. “Yes you do. Cause that the sameday we lost one of our own, one of our friends and she left because of you. Ya ought start being nice to people or it’s gonna bite ya in the ass. Rebecca said smiling still. “Let’s go we got along night ahead of us.” Betsy said Looking into the brightly lite city. “UGH! Alright…” Rebecca said. As both women jumped to the next building. “This is the where they are holding the money” Betsy said. ”Hey assholes!” a voice said from the corner of the roof top. A 5 foot, black straight hair put in a pony tail, walked from the corner. “Did you really think I was going tomlet you two try and get away with this?” said the girl. “Look Bri I don’t want too whoop your ass, so i suggest you just stay out of our way!” Betsy said with a stern voice. “And I don’t want to kill you but….if it comes done too it. I won’t have problem throwing you off this roof and letting you die.” Bri said. “Bring it on then!” Rebecca said with a smile on her face. As Betsy pulled a whip from her belt.
Where It Began: What The S Means pt.2
Oct 14th 2011, West Covina CA, 8:00 P.M.
Sitting a West Covina jail cell, all Alex hand time to do was think. He knew with his new found powers he could brake out with ease. “Was it worth it?” he asked himself. “Is it really going to matter…at this point they either think I’m a threat or a ally. In all reality they already have a target on my ass. They want me dead I can see it in thier eyes, they look at me like some caged monster.” As he looked down at the floor. Still thinking of what step too take next. “Excuse me sir? siiir? Hey you! do i get too make a call or somethin? I know ive seen it in the movies They get one call right???” Alex said to the older policeman walking by. “Nope kid. You won’t be getting you’r call today son. Ya gotta wait for someone to come bail you out.” Alex looked back at the floor. The policeman leaning in towards the cell talking low enough too where the surrounding officers ”Honestly if it were up to me i’d get ya outta here and personally I thank ya for not bust in outta here already. Folks need more people or whatever the heck ya are.” As the policeman smiled at him and Alex with a smirk on his face knowing that busting out had crossed his mind some many times but it for him it was almost a relief that there were decent people left in the this unforgiving world. Another hour passed, and finally a friendly face popped in too say hi. Lorena along time friend of Alex, who secretly loved just about everything about him and visversa. Even though at times they drove eachother crazy, almost to the brink of “I hate you” came out of their mouths, they knew they were right for one another even though they would never admit it they loved eachother. “Hey asshole” Lorena said laughing as she walk towards the jail cell. Even before Alex looked up, knew who it was just from the smell of prefume from across the room. Still Alex waited for her too say something first. “Yes Lorena?” as Alex slowly picked up his head to look at her. ”What the hell happened?” still smiling at Alex. “It’s kind of a —-” Alex abruptly interupted. “I told you told you too stay away from the fucking cell didn’t I?!” said the over weight policeman walking towards her ”Wooo someone need to calm the fuck down before they get a back hand too the face!” Lorena yelled with her back too the group of poicemen. Alex for some reason not saying a word nor even paying attention to what was going on. As Alex put his head down again stairing at the floor. Alex not even hearing the cops fist rip through the air like a bat out of hell. Soring straight into the back of Lorena’s skull dropping her too the floor and into the sight of where Alex was stairing at the floor. First shock and awe, quickly turned in rage and anger. Alex looking up with a with horrible looking face of hate and rage. Alex taking a step back and tearing through the steel bars as if Alex were pushing water apart. Now beat red as he walked through the bent open bars. Kneeled down too pick you Lorena and picking her up with ease. Standing tall and shoulders back and chest out, Slowly Started too walk out away from the cell. The Poice station, now complently silent, only hearing the foot steps of Alex walking, everyone frozen as if they couldn’t move or they were too struck with fear that they weren’t able too move. Wishing he could, the over weight cop stood at the front door now, not knowing what too do. Alex with his veins popping out thoughout his whole body his eye a dark glow of red. finally at the enterance too the station. Said with an almost deep, gargling, demonic voice as if something had possed him “Do you have a family Officer Sanchez” “how d—-d—-do you know my my my name” as the cop struggled too speak. “ANSWER THE QUESTION!” yelled the deeply disturbing voice from Alex. Sending chills though everyone oin the room. “ye ye ye…”the cop struggled again. “Ill take that as a yes.” as he lowered Lorena down too the floor safely. And as fast as the cop could say “NO!” it was too late. Alex punched a hole through the mans chest and throwing his body through the roof of the building and landing outside. “Anyone else?” Alex mumbled. “Good. Now his family will know what could have happened to me. Losing a loved one.” With an evil grin on his face as he picked up Lorena’s unconscious body and swiftly flew off in too the night sky.
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Where It Began: The Lantern Story pt.2
Oct. 14th 2011, Whitter CA, 5:00 P.M.
“Hey bro i just tried calling you. I couldn’t really hear what you were saying so Just hit me whenever you get chance. Later brah!” James said walking into the coffee shop where his mom and younger brother worked. “Hey guys..” James said walking into the shop. “What you want James? You want mo money for you car that you keep crashing?! Huh!” James mother yelled from across the coffee shop. “Fuck i knew i should have never came in here.” James mumbled to himself. “What you say JAMES!” his mom still yelling from across the room as he slowly strolled to a seat in the corner of the room. “Nothing mom.” James said with sern voice. With Alan, James younger brother, caught in the cross fire was hit with a newspaper as he walked by his mom. “Ma I didn’t even do anything it’s not my fault he’s a dumbass.” Alan yelled with his back turned to his mom. “Hey Alan!” James yelled from the corner. “What!” Alan yelling from the back room. Slightly scared to come out and yell at him to his face. Alan might have been taller then his older brother. Maybe if he could out run him if he got a quick start Alan thought to himself. But the young Alan, only sixteen years old, knew better then too try and provoke the ill tempered James. “Don’t piss me off asshole!” James still yelling angerally across the coffee shop. Irrated at the events that just had occurred. James quickly got up from the table he was sitting at. With the newspaper that was sitting on the table falling on the floor. As he glanced down catching a glimpse at the paper laying open on the floor. Front page news: “GREEN CORPERATION GOING YELLOW? and MASKED VIGILANTE A WOMAN!” As if James cared what Corperation did with there off time changing there colors for no reason. “LATER MOM!” yelling with his back to her and pulling a can of chewing tabacco from his back pocket. “WHAT I TELL YOU ABOUT THAT POISION JAMES!” his mom yelling as the door slammed shut behind James. As the small elderly woman stood stairing out the window, watching her son walk into the falling sun.
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Where It Began: As Fast As They Come…
Oct. 14th 2011, Los Angeles CA, 9:30 P.M.
Joey racing though the streets of L.A., in his brand new red Lexus LFA. He knew, even if the cops wanted to pull him over, they wouldn’t be able to catch him. Just to make things interesting for his friday night, he swiftly raced though the streets hoping someone would challenge him too a race or be bold enough to try to pull him over. Though it would never happen he always tried too get a rise out of the cops patroling the areas. To Joey’s dismay, the cops were smarter then that, they knew who signed their checks every week. The cops had a saying everytime Joey would pass by flipping them off, “Don’t bit the hand that feeds you.” If young Joey even was looked at the wrong way, his father Wade would be notified and either one of two things would happen. Being savagely beaten too nearly the brink of death sometimes in front of the accusers family, sometimes not. Or you’r family being tortured while you had to sit back and watch. Noone ever came across Joey. Though Joey was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, times turned rough for him, almost impossible to fit in with the rest of the kids as a young boy. Everyone made fun of how little and spoiled he was. And if that wasn’t enough for the little guy to handle, he grew up in one of the roughest families known around the city. His father Wade, and his uncle Slade were decorated soliders in the Veitnam war back in the 60’s and 70’s. Nearly fighting into the very end of the war. Joey never really inherated the routhless mentality, his dad and uncle taught when growing up. Joey just ignored the rude and vile comments from his father. Joey, not knowing where to turn as a young kid, started running as fast as could. As Joey ran sometimes in alittle suit, or his work out cloths. Rain or shine joey was running everyday, just a small escape from living in a hell hole. A beautiful, three story house, with coolest and newsest cars at the time. Joey would never get winded nor sore nor tired of running. Soon he figured out he could run fast then anyone he knew. As Joey grew older he realized that infact he maybe the fastest thing on the planet. Running from one side of town to the other in 5 seconds. Which was phyically impossible for any human to do or any animal for that matter. By eight teen he was running circles around the town for hours. circling the downtown area, to steal just about anything that landed in his hands. The 5’7, Italian, with a runners body had absolute zero limits on what he could do. Not like it would matter by this time his family little owned L.A.. Still he found it fun and pleasure in the small things he would get from his daily run. And by this time Joey grew out of the shy loner stage. Too just become a cocky, arrogant young man with the money, style, and ability too back it up. He never showed off his power to anyone he knew he would just be another target for people to point and the talbots too expose. And would never show his father or uncle, in the fear of dissaproval, and disgusted being labled as a freak. Joey had the tough extior on the outside but when he was home Joey was the shy loner everyone knew in the 5th grade. Noone knew this better then his best friends Nick and Dean. Both brothers, Nick a 20 year old, tanned mexican, 5’5 stout man, built like a cannon ball and for the most part tough as nails. Dean, the younger brother, seventeen, light skinned mexican kid and 5’7 towering other his older brother, and just like his brother tough as nails, maybe even stronger then his older brother, though Nick never would admit it. Joey still racing through the streets checking out the ladies left and right standing in line for the clubs. Then a call came in. The whole car rang, having the bluetooth in his car was just one criminal offense he managed not to commit. As Joey clicked the button on the his stearling wheel. “Whats up?” Joey said. “You want your chance kid?” the voice said ”uuuuuh hell yea I do!” Joey yelled at the speaker above him. “Well then BOY! i suggest you get you’r happy ass down here before I change my mind” the Voice yelled back as it echoed out of his car. “allllrighty then…ill be there in 10.” Joey said. “Make it 5 boy.” as the voice on the phone disconnected. “I!…..ugh goddamn it…i guess ill be there in 5”Joey said with a stern look on his face. Hitting the streets at 96mph.
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Where It Began: Our New American Hero
Oct. 14th 2011, Los Angeles CA, 9:30 P.M
As Jake, slowly but surely, walked through the brightly lit hallway. Filled with locked doors for, storage purposes for the Green Corperation. All the doors encoded with there own serial number, so the company could keep track of what is going in them, rarely anything came out of those rooms. To Jake it was a seemingly abanded storage facility, with an appearence of a few unknown people each day. Usually dressed in three piece suits, very fancy and proper, but never spoke a single word to anyone even if asked a simple question. Like “how’s your day going?” “how ya doing sir?” or even “sir you dropped something” not even a simple thanks came from these men. Even to Jake there was just an odd vibe about the place. Only working for the Corperation for a just for a few short weeks. He just kind of brushed it off as if nothing was wrong, just ignoring the chilling feeling everytime a man in a suit walked by. Jake just took the job so he could have some extra money on the side, to go out on weekends, like anyother 21 year old would be thinking at that age. Now Jake was on his own making his rounds passing the doors very slowly with the slight hope of one of them being open. Looking at each door, analyzing each door, just hoping one would be open. With an hour down in his long 10 hour night shift, he saw something, something he had never seen before. A wide open door. Finally he could see what was what was behind the locked doors. Well atleast one of them and that was good enough for him. As he inched closer to the door. The seconds just seemed to get longer. His steps felt like he had mud in his shoes. Jake over thinking what could possibly behind that door. Dead people? Zombies? Killer robots? The possiblities were endless as Jake started to drip sweat from his forehead. His heart pounding in his chest. What Jake was scared was unknown, the 6’5 wreching ball of a man, played 5 years of football literally dominating anything on the field or anything that came in his way when he had his mind set on it. Fast, furous, his balance incredible, and his strenth of the charts. Football just wasn’t his dream. He had the smarts for bigger things in life. Science was his passion, which he studied at Sacramento State for the two years was their. The giant with a heart of gold, is what his college teammates called him. Soft hearted Jake knew he wouldn’t be able to handle with the sight of a dead person or anything of the sort. Finally at the front of the door. Looking at the,practically new, brass door knob. As Jake grasped the door handle with his beastly hands and slowly opening it. And slowly looking inside.
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Where it began: What the S means
Oct. 14th, 2011, West Covina CA, 5:00 P.M.
As Alex laid on his bed watching the 5 o’clock news, just more stories of murder and rape and look a vigilante trying to save the city. Alex, with a smirk on his face. “What’s so funny Alex?” asked his mom as she stood in his door way. “This person is trying to save the city. Honestly I think the cops have a mental case on thier hands.” said Alex. “Well maybe it’s what the city needs. A sign of hope. A sign to take back some freedom from the Green Corps.” is mom said. ”Or maybe its away for someone to get themselves killed” Alex said sarcastically. “Yea that too. Hey get some sleep you have along shift tomorrow.” his mom said as she started to walk away. Alex rolled over with the tv still on. He glanced outside at the sun slowly going down and glow of green from the city. then looked down at the main street, watching the cars pass by one by one. looking at the the leaves fall from the trees on the front lawn. Then the fresh green grass, that he had just cut. Reminding him of how simple life was, how uncomplicated life once was. “How could things be so fucked up” Alex thought to himself. He slowly started to close his eyes, but still fighting to stay awake. For as long as he could remember he has dreams of a world exploding screams for help and him just standing there. Not being able to move or do anything to save the people being crushed by falling buildings. Unlike most people he dredded sleep because he knew what was waiting for him. He fell asleep hoping for a good nights rest or atleast a few hours before he went out for the night. Finally asleep, but things were off but not like his usual dreams of destuction and myhem this was peaceful. He opened his eyes to a crystal room, his cloths white, no windows or doors. The 5’7, built like a superhuman, man with jet black hair, stood up from his bed and scratching his head wondering where he was. He started calling out for his mom, then his dad, waited for a few more seconds then called again, it had appeared that noone was with him at all. “Alex…” he heard a womans voice ,a very faded voice. “Alex…you need to listen!” the woman said again. “Who is that? Who are you?!” as his voiced echoed in the room. Then from behind him a woman appeared in a white robe with a hood covering her head and face. Placed her hand on Alex’s shoulder and said “Hello my son…” Alex jumped foward and turned with a disturded look on his face. “Son? What the hell do you mean? I dont even know who you are!” Alex said. “Alex you need to listen! I dont have alot of time!” The woman said. Alex still with a sick look on his face and the woman still still talking. He didn’t know what to do or say nor could he really process what she was saying. Every word she said was just mumbling and noises. Even his vision was starting to go and beinging to blur. “Alex!” as she said that, almost simultaneously, Alex heard tires screeching. He jumped out of his own bed and his own room drentched with sweat, scared and frightened, still looking outside at the main street. He saw two kids running across the busy street and a mini van with a woman driver pressing on her brakes with all her might. Alex busted through his wall thrusting his bed to the middle of the lawn, with not even a scratch or lose of breath and sprinted down the lawn to the main street. Just in time to flip the car on it’s side. As it swiftly, slid past the two children running across the busy intersection, and down the street. Alex breathing hard and completely confused. Looking down the street at the mini van on its side then looking at his hands as if they weren’t his. Then looked up at his parents running down the lawn, his dad stopping to look at the gaping hole where Alex ripper a hole through. Then glanced down at the two kids staring at him with there mouths wide open. He could hear the neighbors opening the doors, to see what all the noise was about. Alex’s mom looking at all the debris scaterd thoughout the lawn. He then watched his mom walk slowly and coutiously towards him. He heard his phone go off from his pocket and picked it up. “Yea…” Alex said. “You ready for tonight bro?!” The voice on the other line said. “Mom…..am i…..adopted?!” slowly moving his arm away from his face. His mother staring back at him, teary eyed and her hands covering her mouth. “Oh God” Alex mumbled. And in the far distance the green glow radiating from the city…and the sound of sirens nearing close….
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Where it began: The Lantern story.
Oct. 14th 2011, Huntington Beach, California, 12:30 P.M.
As the clounds rolled in over the hunington beach and the wind slowly started to pick up. As James slowly walked out of the friged water and on to the sand. Standing 6 foot tall, in shorts and water shoes. The young philippino man, who was very fit from running for nearly for two years almost 10 miles a day, training to be one the LAPD force someday as his father once was. He looked around at the deserted beach, from left to right he looked…no one as far as he could see. He turned to his left and started to run in the sand. Every step he took he had a stinking on he face from the rain dropplets, that had started to fall. The wind in his face with the hint of the salty sea next to him and crashing waves to listen to, was more then he could ask for the most soothing thing he could think of. It was really the only place he could escape the noise of the gun shots in the city, the regrets of his past, an even better escape from his fathers death that was only a year before. When he ran he completely shut himself out, he was in his own world, a world with good feelings and even better thoughts from his past. Before he knew it he was 10miles in. He stopped completely out of breath and drentched in sweat and his whole body aching. He looked around again still no one in sight. He thought to himself “Ya know it wasn’t so empty. Usually this place was full of life. Laughing kids and families everywhere.” Then he looked to sand and his mind went blank. He didn’t want those type of soft feelings in his head. He then focused his attention back and looked into the city where there was a green glowing light in the distance. He then thought to himself “It’s really all of our faults, the government, the politians but most of all the Green Corperation. Thats why we live in such a shit hole now. Its who ever has the most money gets to write the rules now.” Since the year 2002 the Green Corperation ran most of LA county. Small gangs, drug dealers and prostitutes infested the shore line. The cops didn’t do much to help out. Infact they were just personal hitmen when they needed someone for the Corperation. James tried to not let it bother him. More then anything he wanted to join the police force to do right by his father and avenge his father death, he was one of the few good cops left until The Corperations hitmen took him out. Killing him point blank, sitting in his cop car. James took a second to catch his breath and forget about the day his dad passed because soon, in his mind, he would have revenge on the people who did this to his family.
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Where it began….
1965, Saigon, 2:34 P.M.
As the Captain laid on grass covered ground, he watched his men being torn to pieces by the bullets the Vietnamese army, the surounding trees and grass being painted by the blood, the tears, the flesh of his men. The forest echoed with the screams of agony, and gun shots rapidly being fired apon the men.The Capt. wanted it to be his time, he wanted to get up and fight but he just couldn’t. He knew if he couldnt save his men and keep a promise to his mens wives back home he didn’t want to live. He wouldnt have been able to deal with the guilt of going back home and not them. If he could he would trade places with them. But he knew it wasnt going to happen. He just wanted to lay there and die. The Capt, doning a blue and white helmet with the letter A on it for america, he had a blue bullet proof vest with a white star over his chest with the blood of his men smirred acrossed it. As he started to closed this eyes, he heard from a distance. “CAP!…..CAP! get your ass up!” he slightly opened his eyes with a blury vision he could make out two objects moving closer and closer to him. He reached out for whatever was moving closer to him. Finally he passed out…as he was picked up by something unknown. He mumbled. “Im sorry…”
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