Bab 1: Maximus Grayson
"This is bullshit. What do you mean the main character died!?" I yell in fury as I finish the most recent volume of my favorite novel. This is a book I have been following since I was a freshman in high school. A 23-year-old man sat in his studio apartment in my underwear, growling angrily at a book.
As I leap off my bed, I fail to notice a can of half-drunken juice spilling into an outlet and sparking a fire. Blissfully unaware, I head out of my room to the bathroom to take a leak and get ready for work tomorrow. There's no use in being mad over a novel, of all things.
Whistling to myself, I finish my piss. Heading over to the bathroom sink, I begin washing my hands before I notice smoke coming in through the cracks in the door.
A deep churning feeling overtakes my gut as I open the bathroom door, and I'm met with absolute hell. Everything in my apartment has caught on fire. Coughing as I inhale some of the fire, I scramble for the door while holding my breath to avoid breathing in the smoke as I slip on something wet, making me slip and land head first into the kitchen counter.
The last thing I see is the granite counter. As my vision darkened, my previous thoughts were simple:' I didn't even get to lose my virginity...'
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The very next thing I know, I'm being woken up by very loud wailing. This wailing is unmistakably the wailing of a baby. Frowning at the cries, I try to drown them out.
Attempting to stand up and find out whose baby is crying in my house, I try to move but can't even lift my head as I feel panic settle over me.
'What the hell is this some fucked up version of sleep paralysis?' I can't help but question as the unspeakable happens. My emotions run rampant as I feel tears spring at the edges of my eyes; not much after; I begin to let out my wails as I notice that I'm a freaking baby.
Despite not being able to move my limbs, I can tell the other baby is next to me. No wonder the wails were so loud as I began crying, too. I'm hoping that an adult comes so I can get some answers.
Soon, a light shines on me as I hear a creak similar to a door opening. Using my baby eyesight, I notice a large man with black hair and piercing blue eyes enter the room with a frown as he walks over to me.
'I need to ask him how I ended up here and why I'm a baby,' I say, using every ounce of power my body can muster. I reach out and begin demanding answers from the large man.
"Hey, J Jonah Jamison, tell me where the hell I am!" I demand, but I notice the man's confusion as he picks me and the other resident baby up with ease.
"Why are you two crying, Mark, max? at this time of night? Your mother and I were just about to have some fun," the man speaks to me and "Mark" with a slight irritation but an unmistakable playfulness in his tone as I frown before kicking him in the face with all my baby body might.
Strangely enough, after my kick, the man seems to smile as he gazes at me with pride. "An aggressive one at only a week old... You will make Viltrum proud." The man speaks in reminiscence like a war veteran remembering his wife and kids.
'Wait, is this guy my new father? So the fire was real, huh...' realization hits me like a freight train as I realize that my 'dream' of dying was absolute. A wave of sadness washes over me as I know I'm leaving behind my parents. My video games. And my pc.
More tears threaten to spill as my father notices immediately and begins gently rocking me and my new brother. "Woah, woah, woah. Don't cry now, kids. Do you need a diaper change? or do you want more milk?" My father's attempted warmness of voice makes me frown as I immediately begin wailing, my presumable twin brother following suit. If I could, I'd give him a high five.
'I and you are gonna be best, bros Mark...' I immediately have huge respect for my twin. As we whine in chorus, our voices drowning out our father's attempted comfort, I hear a groan from outside the door before a woman enters.
"I see that you have everything handled, Nolan." A smooth, soothing voice speaks out as my brother seems to stop crying at the same time when we are handed over to our mother
"There, there. my little tikes, mommy's here." My mother's voice helps calm my mental turmoil as I immediately feel a wave of drowsiness at the rocking
My eyes begin to close as I fall asleep under my mother's rocking arms. The last words I hear are, "See how easy that is, Nolan?"
****
It's been nine years since then, and I've adjusted to life well. Mark and I's bond is unbreakable. I protect my little brother from bullies, and we both play our separate sports: baseball and soccer.
"Yo, little bro!" I greet Mark as we exit school and get ready to walk home together. He immediately scowls as I put him in a headlock. "I'm the older one, Max! I'm three minutes older!" Mark exclaims exasperatedly, but I smile.
"Nah, until you can beat me in a fight, your little brother." I laugh as Mark groans while I give him a nuggie. I had no siblings in my past life, so I enjoyed Mark's company. He's like the other half of my soul.
After a 10-minute walk, we arrive home. Once we enter, we immediately notice our father waiting intently at the kitchen table. He smiles as we enter the house.
"Mark, max. I have something I need to tell the two of you." Dad immediately cuts to the chase as I nod in sync with Mark.
"What is it, Dad? Did a big villain escape from jail, and we are going to go into hiding?" Mark asks curiously as I nod. This wouldn't be the first time our lives were threatened by a villain, not that it matters since Dad turned the last villain who tried to harm us into a bloody mush.
"Yeah, are we going to go with the government again for now?" I add to Mark's question as my father sighs.
He looks me and Mark in the eyes as he smiles slightly, though I can tell it's forced, so I don't comment on it. "No, you see... you know how I have powers?" Dad asks, and Mark nods in sync again.
"Yes, have you ever wondered how I got my powers?" Mark and I shake our heads simultaneously again as Dad's smile widens. "Yes, I'm sure you two have been curious about how I got my powers. Now, let me explain from the beginning."
After that, Dad goes on a rant about strong and benevolent people known as the Viltrumite race. According to him, they went to different planets to save people.
Mark and I can't help but feel excited at Dad's last words: "One day, your power will awaken just like mine. For now, you may be normal, but I expect in your teens you will gain your viltrum abilities."
My excitement is palpable. In my past life, there were no superpowers at all; imagine my shock as a two-year-old when my father came fucking floating inside the house.
Mark and I are like a couple of avid fanboys, hugging each other while jumping up and down.
"WE ARE GONNA GET SUPERPOWERS!" we exclaim as Dad smiles ever so slightly. But I catch a flash of anticipation and doubt in his eyes as I stop hugging Mark.
"Hey, Dad, is something wrong?" I ask as Dad smiles at me with a forced look of happiness. Yes, Max, everything is okay. "I nod as Mark, and I get back to squealing like a pair of idiots, but that's quickly shot down when Mom enters the kitchen.
"Stop all that noise, boys! You're scaring the neighbors!" Mark and I immediately stop and laugh sheepishly, "Mark, Max gets ready for dinner. Nolan, we need to talk~"
Mark and I immediately left the kitchen after hearing that. The last time we came home early, we walked in and saw something we should have never seen.
Smiling as I walk up the stairs, I can't help but feel a bit excited. 'I can't believe I will be able to fly one day,' I laugh heartily as Mark looks at me in confusion.
Mark and I are more or less identical in looks, and in our early childhood, we always called one another's names. The only difference we have is that, unlike Mark's grey eyes, mine are a radiant blue. Besides, we are identical in literally everything:
Height down to the millimeterWeight down to the pintHair length down to the centimeters
If it weren't for our different eye colors, I would immediately think Mark was my clone or something, but that's just how identical twins work.
Status Power Mingguan
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