Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

Super heroes who are quite shy to reveal themselves in public.

Note: fictional, please read without comparison with your lover or ex or beloved or someone you think you know more than him or her because after all it is a mere subject of the contest.

Please read with open mind. Trying to be the lost descendant of Shakespeare when English just a language to speak to convey our feelings not a barrier with subtle rules.

"May mga bagay na hindi nila gustong malaman natin…"

Naramdaman ko kaagad ang kilabot sa pagsusulat ng unang pangungusap ng mga gusto kong isulat. Buong buhay ko, natatakot ako sa lahat ng mga hindi normal na nakikita ko. Mga bagay na naging dahilan kung bakit natatakot akong lumingon pagkapatay ng ilaw sa sala papasok ng kwarto. Ito ang mga dahilan kung bakit palagi akong nagigising sa gitna ng mahimbing na tulog sa gabi habang mag isa sa kwarto - na hindi talaga nararamdamang mag isa.

Natatakot ako, sa totoo lang. Pero mas nakakatakot ang nalaman ko. Mas nakakatakot isiping ganito ang nangyayari sa mga taong katulad ko. Nakakakilabot isipin na napaglalaruan kami sa mga dapat naming malaman.

Dito na matatapos ang kamangmangan namin. Dito ko tatapusin ang larong gingawa nilang laro sa mga katulad ko.

"Anong ginagawa mo?" nagulat ako ng may biglang nagsalita mula sa kama na nasa likuran ko. Nilingon ko si Tom na nakahiga sa higaan niya. Roommate kami ni Tom dito sa apartment. Nakahiga lang sya sa baba ng double deck dahil higaan ko yung nasa taas.

"Journal lang." ayokong sabihin kung ano 'yung eksakto kong sinusulat. Hindi rin naman niya ko papaniwalaan.

Naramdaman kong pumunta sya sa likod ko para basahin ang sinusulat ko.

"Third eye?" tanong niya.

"Nagawa ka ng mga fan-fic?" pagpapatuloy niyang tanong.

Alam kong skeptic si Tom sa mga ganitong bagay kaya ayokong humaba yung usapan namin.

"Oo, nagawa ako ng fan-fic sa napanuod kong horror movie kanina" sagot ko. Hindi naman ako nagsinungaling dahil kakanuod ko lang naman talaga. Hindi nga lang yun ang dahil kung bakit ako nagsusulat.

"Naniniwala ka ba sa third-eye?" pagpapatuloy niyang tanong. Narinig kong bumalik sya sa pagkakahiga sa higaan niya.

"Sa third eye? Hindi." madiin kong sagot, gusto kong matapos ang usapan namin. Ayokong ilagay sa argumento ang isang bagay na kaka desisyon ko palang na isulat.

Pero may pakiramdam sa puso ko na gusto kong ipaliwanag…
"Pero sa existence ng spirits, oo naman. Naniniwala ako dun" paliwanag ko. TInigil ko muna ang pagsusulat. Sinubukan kong mag browse sa social media habang nakikipag usap.

"Spirits? Ibig mong sabihin, mga espiritu ng mga namatay? Ganun?" nararamdaman ko na sa tono ng pagsasalita niya na interesado sya. Kaya naman sinagot ko na sya sa mga nalaman ko. Mga bagay na nalaman ko nang sa wakas nagkaroon ako ng lakas ng loob na makipag usap sa isang Missionary na nakilala ko isang buwan na ang nakakalipas.

"Hindi, naniniwala ako na kapag namatay ang tao, hindi na gumagala ang espiritu nya dito sa lupa kasama natin." sana maniwala si Tom sa mga sasabihin ko.

"Spirits, as in. Bad spirits. Demons." sagot ko.

"Weh? Papano yung mga nakakakita ng namatay nilang mahal sa buhay?" Agad ito ang tinanong niya. Naiintindihan ko naman. Sigurado silang nakita nila ang yumao nilang mahal sa buhay. Ang tanong, sigurado ba sila - na sila ang mga yumao nilang mahal sa buhay?

"Mahirap paniwalaan talaga, nung una din, yun ang akala ko."

hanggang malaman ko ang pakay nila.

"Basta ang pinapaniwalan ko, pinaglalaruan tayo ng mga demonyo sa pagpapakita satin ng mga nawala nating mga mahal sa buhay. Minsan nga, yung mga gingaya nilang tao, hindi pa patay eh. Alam mo yun, just to mess with us" sagot ko.

"Hindi naman sa sinasabi ko - " hindi ko natapos ang sasabihin ko dahil nadinig namin kaagad na may kumalabog sa labas ng pintuan.

Hagdanan na kasi ang tapat nun at madali nang umingay dahil gawa na sa lumang mga kahoy yung hagdan.

"Nagalit ata yung lolo ko sa sinabi mo, pre." pagbibiro ni Tom.

Iba na ang nararamdaman ko. Alam kong may mga ganitong mangyayari sa pagdedesisyon kong isulat ang mga bagay na nalaman ko. Alam kong hindi biro ang mga makakalaban ko.

"Baka naman si ate bestie lang yan. 'Di nanaman marunong umakyat sa hagdan." pagbabago ko sa usapan. Ayokong mauwi sa takutan ang pag uusap namin. Gusto kong ipaliwanag ng maayos lahat.

"Bale, ayun. Naniniwala ako na lahat ng mga folklore at ghost stories, kagagawan lahat nila." pagpapatuloy ko.

"Bakit pati mga mababait na engkanto? Di ba may mababait din naman na tinutulungan yung iba. Kagaya ng mga mabubuting engkantada.Yung mga ganun." sagot niya.

"Pwede. Oo. Pwedeng hindi sila nananakit. Pero, naniniwala parin ako na sila yung mga fallen angels na nandito ngayon sa lupa. Yung mga anghel na pinili yung side ni Lucifer. Ngayon andito sila, nagtitake ng iba't ibang form dito sa lupa." simple lang na paliwanag.

nag patuloy ako sa pag browse sa social media.

"Weird, parang straight from comics yung sinabi mo." sagot niya.

Alam ko.

Lahat ng nakita ko simula nung bata pa ko parang galing lahat sa comics at mga korning pelikula sa TV. Ang pinagkaiba lang, kapag ikaw na mismo ang na andun, hindi na sya korni. Gusto mo nang matapos bawat segundong nalipas.

"Sabi ko na 'di ka mani-" kumalabog ang pinto. Nakalock 'to pero nakikita ko mismong may pumipilit magbukas.

Ang lakas na ng kabog ng dibdib ko. Lumingon ako kay Tom. nakatulala na din sya sa pinto. Atleast sigurado akong hindi lang ako ang mag isang nakakakita nito.

Wala kaming inaasahang pupunta samin - at sigurado kami na kung bisita yun, kakatok sya at hindi susubukang buksan ang pinto.

Hanggang sa nabuksan ang lock ng doorknob.

Nakatulala na ko sa pinto. Halos napako ang mata namin.

Dahan dahang bumukas ang pinto hanggang makita ko ang isang lalaki na nakatayo sa likod nito. Nanlalamig ang buo kong katawan. Nanginginig ang mga kamay ko sa takot.

Gusto kong sumigaw pero walang nalabas na boses sa bibig ko.

Lumakad ang lalaki papasok.

"Sinong kausap mo?" agad na sinabi ni Tom. habang napasok sa pinto.

Nakatulala lang ako, hindi ko naiintindihan ang nangyayari.

"Grabe, na late na ko ng uwi dahil sa project na kailangang tapusin.��� binaba niya ang mga gamit niya sa gilid ng pinto.

Hindi ako makapag salita. Pinilit kong dahan dahang lumingon sa kama sa may likuran ko.

Wala dun si Tom.

Kakapasok lang ni Tom ng pintuan.

"Para ka namang nakakita ng multo?" tuloy ang pagsasalita niya. Nakatulala parin ako. Nilapitan niya agad ako.

"Anong ginagawa mo? Bakit nakatulala ka lang? Nanunuod ka ng porn noh!" tuloy tuloy lang ang biro niya habang naglalakad palapit sakin.

Tiningnan niya nag gingawa ko sa laptop.

"Nagsusulat ka ng creepy novel?" tanong niya.

Hinawakan ko sya sa balikat habang nakayuko at nakatingin sa laptop na nasa harapan ko. Gusto kong masigurong totoo sya.

Nang maramdaman kong si Tom talaga ang nasa harapan ko, lumuwag ang dibdib ko para makasagot ako sa kanya.

"Oo, creepy journal." sagot ko.

"Understatement yung creepy, pre" sagot niya.

Binalik ko ang tingin ko sa ginagawa ko. Tumayo ang balahibo ko sa batok nang mabasa ko ang nakalagay sa document file ko na nakasulat sa pula:

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"May mga bagay na hindi nila gustong malaman natin…"

Simpleng tao lang si si Mike. Ni hindi nga unique ang pangalan niya. Mike. ilan ba mga mike sa mundo. Mahilig sya sa TV series, movies at libro (napaka boring diba). Palagi niyang pinapangarap na maging kakaiba sa lahat pero isa lang sya sa madaming tao na ganito ang pangarap.

Hindi sya espesyal. Palagi lang syang nagku kwento ng mga bagay na hindi totoo para maging interesting sya sa iba.

"May tao sa likod mo"
"May nakatingin sayo sa sulok ng kwarto"
"May babaeng nasigaw sa kusina sa disoras ng gabi"

pero hindi totoo lahat ng yun. Gustong gusto lang ni Mike na mapansin mo sya.

Lagi mo syang makikitang tahimik, dahil ganun lang ang dapat niyang gawin. Ang tumahimik.

Hindi mo kailangang malaman ang mga sinasabi niyang nalalaman niya.

Hindi mo kailangang malaman ang kakahantungan niya.

Basta, ang dapat mo lang malaman, wirdo si Mike, at malamang nababaliw na lang sya.

YUN LANG ANG DAPAT MONG MALAMAN...

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As I lay in my hospital bed, I begin to feel my body giving up. Years of fighting off the cancer has finally come to a stop. In a way, I welcome the end. I am tired of fighting it for so long. I know the financial burden I have caused for my parents is huge. I feel the coldness increase around me. I shiver from the sudden drop in temperature. I'm not sure if the temperature in the room changed or if my body temperature dropped. I feel the sudden overwhelming urge to sleep. As I close my eyes, I start to recall my life so far. I do not know why the sudden memories all decided to emerge. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism the brain makes to ease someone to their death. 
 
I was born in the US and my parents decided to name me Nickolas Jackson. I grew up in a normal household. My parents tried their best at bringing me up. When I was in middle school, I started to develop a cough that wouldn't go away. After two months passed, my parents decided to see a doctor. The doctors at the time said it was chronic bronchitis and sent me home with some antibiotics and an inhaler. It worked after a couple of weeks. When I entered high school, I was your typical introvert nerd. I loved to read comics and play video games. I got bullied a lot but nothing physical. It was mostly verbal harassment. It wasn't something I couldn't handle but it was annoying. I just dedicated my time to studying, playing video games, and reading comics. Around this time, I started to develop a small cough again but thought nothing of it. 
 
My mom found out that my dad cheated on her during my senior year in high school. That destroyed our family and they got divorced. Now I had to spend time with both in separate houses. I think that was the most annoying part. It felt like being pulled in separate directions all the time. When I finally graduated, I had the excuse that I was attending college in order to spend some time for myself. I decided to study the field of computers since I have spent so much time with them.
 
During this time, my cough got worse and I thought it was the chronic bronchitis again. I went to the hospital and they performed a lot of tests. That's when they discovered that I had lung cancer and it has progressed slowly. This event made my parents have a common goal to settle their differences, even though me being their son was not enough to do that. Going through different treatment plans that my parents decided for me, the doctors saw that I was getting better and concluded that it might be curable. I went back to studying college but all of it was online. I rarely went out and had to move into my mom's house. It was filled with air purifiers which gave the house an odd smell. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it doesn't work like that when fighting lung cancer, but I just let her have it.
 
I remember saving someone from a car that was running a red light one time during one of my rare grocery shopping trips. I think that was one of my proudest moments. The person I saved was very grateful and wanted to buy me some coffee. As I was antisocial and did not talk with people often, I flat out rejected and went on my way. Looking back that was stupid. I always kept to myself and just liked to observe and keep to my studies. It's partly why I took up gaming. Something about role playing another person in game just made me feel great. I guess it took my mind off things and the world around me. 
 
With the numerous amounts of chemicals in my body, I couldn't focus on my studies anymore. Leading me to where I am now. Dying alone. Cancer made a come back with full force. There was nothing the doctors could do except ease the pain. I kind of prefer it this way. Less faking emotions and having to deal with people. Being stuck in the hospital allowed me to spend more time reading comics and watching movies. I start to feel my energy escaping me as I finally close my eyes. The sound of the heart monitor starts to slow down and fade. After all the radiation tests and chemical injections, its finally over. I'm just tired of fighting. I had nothing keeping me here.
 
Darkness greets me when I try to open my eyes. Aren't I supposed to see light or maybe fire? Before I knew it was in a white space with a figure sitting in a chair and an empty chair in front it. I looked down and I found myself still wearing the hospital gown I had. My skin complexion returned to normal and I could feel my hair on my head. 
 
The figure points to the empty chair and I take that as my signal to take a seat. I figured this where I get judged to where I'm going or to what is going to happen to me. As I get close, I begin to see the figure more accurately. I could see that the person was a male, or at least I think it was. The person was completely white. It looked like a manikin that was all white. It didn't wear anything and was sitting lounged with fingers interlocked and elbows resting on its knees. I finally reached the chair and sat down. I looked at the figure and saw the creepiest smile ever. The wide smile with teeth exposed. I felt a chill run down my spine as I saw that. Was that even possible for a person to do?
 
"Fascinating" It said. Its voice was hoarse and deep. It sounded male.
 
"I wonder if I should try again" It said in a whisper with its head turned to the side. It turned its head to me, and I had a confused look on.
 
"Try what?" I asked hoping to figure out what was going on here.
 
"Welcome, you have died" It said. I realized that much for myself already, so it wasn't shocking. What was more shocking was that it had the wide smile again. It completely terrifies me now.
 
"Thanks?" I still wasn't sure what was happening, but I figured I'll find out soon.
 
"You're correct about that" It said with that creepy smile. I couldn't help but sigh inside my head. Of course, it can read minds. Why wouldn't it be able to.
 
"I am what your people refer to as "God", but you can just call me Sir for now." It took me a minute to process that information but I kind of concluded that was the case.
 
"What is going to happen now?" I asked, still unsure of what my fate is.
 
"Well…" Sir started off but stopped and looked off to the distance somewhere. Sir turned his gaze back to me with that smile again.
 
"I have just the thing for you" Sir spoke
 
"I'm sorry?" I was very confused with the situation. Am I being judged, am I going to hell, or am I going to heaven?
 
"Oh, none of those are for you, in fact those places don't exist. Its rather funny what your people come up with in my absence." Sir spoke again after reading my thoughts. It feels wrong having no protection against him when he probes through my head like that, but there's not much I can do.
 
"You're right about that" Sir said again as he laughed. Even his laugh is creepy. I decided to abandon thinking inside my head.
 
"So, what is going to happen to me?" I asked.
 
"You'll entertain me" Sir said. I thought it was not possible for that smile of his to get even creeper, but it did.
 
"What does that mean?" I asked confused. I'm going to be entertainment for God? 
 
"You see, usually when people die, they just get reincarnated and repeat the cycle, of course they have no memories of their past lives. But every now and then I get bored and decide to randomly pick a soul that has recently died and follow their life when they get reincarnated. I usually grant some requests from the person to make it more interesting for me. You get where I'm going with this right?" Sir finished after explaining that to me. 
 
"I do but I'm just going to be back on Earth? What year will I be born in?" I asked
 
"Oh no, you're not going to this Earth. You'll be going to Earth 200000. I've recently recreated it just for you." That smile again came. Earth 200000. As in the Marvel universe?
 
"Correct!" Sir exclaimed.
 
"So, I'm assuming you're not just dropping me there defenseless right? That'll be a quick end for me." I asked rather concerned. If I'm supposed to survive in a universe full of beings that could squish me with but a thought, I rather have some ability to at least survive.
 
"Correct, in fact I'll listen to your request. But keep in mind that I'm not just going to grant you all your requests otherwise it wouldn't be entertaining to watch. You have some time to think about your requests, I will just do some tweaking in that universe before I send you there to make it more fun." Sir finished speaking and turned his head to the side staring off to the distance.
 
I began to think about what I could request. He probably won't allow something too powerful. I was desperately trying to use what knowledge I knew about the comics and the movies to find a way to survive all the destruction that will happen. Maybe I could ask to be a mutant and have a power that would grow stronger. If possible, I'll ask for two mutations. I wonder if I could request to be placed in a specific time. I could have time to prepare for the coming battles and make allies with the heroes there. I could even change some outcomes too and prevent tragedies from happening. Although that would also change the timeline with the butterfly effect kicking in. In fact, my mere presence could be enough to change what I knew. I began thinking as fast as I could about what I could do. I wasn't keeping track of how much time past, but it was enough for Sir to finish whatever he was doing as I could see him turning his head towards me again.
 
"What are you requests?" Sir asked as I looked at him. I knew he could read my thoughts, so I just began to list all my requests. I knew some were not going to be granted but I figured I'll ask them. After I finished, he was silent and looked to the side again. I figured maybe he was seeing what he would grant.
 
"Decided to do something else after hearing your requests." He said as he turned his head back to me putting that smile again. I guess he was changing something again in that universe.
 
"I'll grant the following" He finally said after a long pause. I was anxious to hear what I would receive.
 
"You'll get your enhanced memory and accelerated thought processing. After hearing your request, I'll make you a mutant. You'll be the twin of James Howlett and have the same powers as him." He finished speaking.
 
"Can I exchange the bone claws for an improved regeneration power?" I asked hopefully. I would much rather not have claws sticking out of my hands and dealing with that pain all the time.
 
"Yes, I'll throw in that power you wanted as well. The ability for your blood to adjust to foreign blood introduced into your bloodstream and absorb the power contained in them. I've made it so that you'll need at least 4 liters of blood otherwise the powers you gain will only be temporary and weaken." Sir finished with returning to his creepy smile again.

"...Thank you" I said. I am beginning to get rather suspicious of him. It was something I knew he might not grant it since I could become a force to be reckoned with if I used that blood power the right way. Why would he grant me that power knowing that?
 
"I knew picking you was the right choice. You've handled all this quite nicely!" Sir said smiling. Pick me? I thought it was random. I was about to ask what he meant by that when he lifted his right hand and moved his fingers in the position to snap.
 
"Bye!" He said with the widest, creepiest smile I've seen so far. He snapped his fingers, and everything turned black.

Marvel has many different versions of Earth. Many of them came to end quickly while others flourished. An omnipotent force has decided to create a new one. One that would incorporate the others. A mix batch.

A young man finds himself dying. Bedridden due to a disease. As the darkness takes him. He finds himself in a white space. 

Follow along as Marvel's Earth 200,000 is created and the adventures start!


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*There will be romance and it'll be a slow burn F-F*
*If you decide to continue reading thank you for spending your time reading my story*

Bang! The car door slammed shut. My heavy-ass head was slipping off my arms, but I caught it and continued to doze off. Both my arms crossed and laid my head on them, to pillow my head. Oh, I am rich right? It would be a pity if I were not spending it right now. Then, the feeling of a slimmed-like finger was pressing against my arm on my left shoulder. It was poking me nonstop like a broken machine that was too lazy to be fixed by society, I smiled, my dark crescent deepened and I swore that my nerve cells were about to burst out, or even the blood bag was about to do the same.
The finger was pressing non-stop That damn broken machine was starting to get on my nerves, and it was going to face a very sleepy, tired fire-breathing dragon if it does not. Who is disturbing my slumber? As my eyes were adjusting itself, I saw a tall shiny pink figure with dark doomed eyes.
"Whoa, I am still dreaming", I thought to myself. Thinking about it, this dream felt similar; I remembered that last time, the tables turned around. I mean, it did because It was Asahi; not just that, but he was naked. I swore that my nose would bleed just like in those manga comics, the app on Tart comics When the 'bossy' CEO and the 'pure' girl are having a one-night stand and... I continued to talk to myself in my mind.
I leaned against that pig. If it is solid, then this is not a dream, while, if I leaned and sleep onto its laps, it is a dream alright. I could only make a fool of myself.
My 99.208-pound body heaved itself on one side, making my headland on its lap. Since the 'experiment' was proved, I can now finally sleep. My head switched itself off and my mouth continued drooling while I snooze.
"Kori, wake up!" shouted Liam.
The expression on his face was filled with a dark aura. His brows were knitted tight and his eyes were staring into my poor soul. Oh shit.
My mind quickly snapped into reality. I was awake and sat up straight on my back; I felt terrified that he would kill me. My hands were clutching together, sweat was running down my neck and goodness, I felt timid.
"Ha-ha, Liam. Back so soon?" I laughed awkwardly. I looked at the backseat and saw no presence of Asahi.
Liam drifted his eyes away and gestured his hand. Something is up.
I took out my phone. Click. Thank goodness, it is still a bar full. I scrolled through my contacts, looking for Asahi's number. My mind blipped. This girl does not have his contact number. How am I supposed to find him with this blood bag?
My eyes triggered to Liam. He turned around and got a weird feeling. We were mind talking.
"Liam~"
"Bitch, no" he disgusts.
"You have to" I nodded with a creepy grin on my face.
"But I don't want to"
I banged the car and gave him a deathly stare; It was a stare that Satan himself fears. He sighed and opened the car door. His shoes stepped out and walked on the road.
Liam walked around the school and found himself lost. He heard the clamours still and figured that it could be Asahi. But he only found five men in black suits surrounding the girls. Someone must have sent them. Cheh.
"Hey, you bastards" he called out. His entrance was dramatic. He walked in acting all high and mighty with an unpleasant aura. He crossed his arms and glanced over to their directions. The students were confused and scared but mostly attracted to Liam's beauty.
"Is he a superstar?" whispered one of the students. Liam walked over to her and leaned forward with a blank face. 'Shanae' it wrote on her tag.
"Lovely Shanae, would you care to explain to me what's happening darling?" he questioned with charm.
"Oh senior, these men barged in without any reasons. We only scribbled Kori' tab-"Yoshiro, the class monitor covered her mouth. It seems that 'timid' Shanae has blurted everything out.
"Hm, you deserve it" he walked away," He said coldly. He gestured to the men and walked away.  As he walked away, he heard the beatings of the students.
He knew that those were Asahi's men. It was simple, the rich guy has fallen for her. He got in the car and drove away.
"H-hey, where is Asahi" I yawned.
"Silly girl, he left you" he teased.
He left me.I guess I got all of these feelings wrong. My heart ached and there is a feeling of betrayal inside me. And everyone knows that no one messes with me.
I clapped my face and told myself that men are jerks! Humph, I will get you soon Asahi...just wait for me.

Kori is the daughter of a millionaire. Life with her father wasn't easy; She lost her mother at a very young age.  At school, she was bullied a lot, but she didn't want to try to fight against, they will make the worst out of her. With every drop of tears, comes with hatred and despair.  One day, a terrible accident happened and she lost a lot of blood; so did her memories. Little did she knows, fate has gifted her a present: Asahi Yukata. They became close to each other and soon, maybe, created feelings for each other, just like cherry blossoms.

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"Look at that bitch. Who cares if she's alive. She's a slut and will always be one"

God, why me? I hate myself. Tears were running down my cheek; I covered my face with my bare hands letting my phone slip off my hands. I sure hope that no one sees this, but why does it matter anyway? I don't even exist...
Can I stop breathing, because even if I did i would still be tied to you?
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Get ready for a front-row seat experience with Kori! Be in her mind of unbelievable thoughts. Love, trust, tragedy. Whatever happens now, can't be stopped.

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"God, I can sleep for a week…" Peter said as he slowly made his way to school. He was still fatigued by the previous day's training.
'Really? But I was sure to replenish your energy level.' Max asked with fake concern in his voice.
"Get out of my head… I'm just mentally exhausted. I think I have to sleep in class." Peter said as he crossed the road.
"Hey, Peter. You look down. Did something bad happen?" said a sweet voice making Peter come out of his stupor.
With a straight back, he looked at the source of the voice. Seeing a young lady, "Hi, MJ. No, it was a last-minute project. So I had to stay up all night." Peter said completely forgetting about his so-called mental exhaustion.
Max was laughing his ass off, 'Talk about being a Hypocrite. Dude that's your Kryptonite… Ah…ha, that's why her eyes are green.' Max said in their mind link.
Making Peter look at MJ's eyes for a bit longer than usual. Making a fake cough, Peter looked away, "You are looking beautiful. Did you change your Hair-Style?" Peter's Voice said. Frowning Peter asked himself why he said that.
"Ah… Thanks, Peter. You noticed, even Liz didn't." She said giggling. "Well, some have been looking at me."
"Ah… Well." Peter was in a tough spot not knowing how to continue the conversation. "Well, I for one thought you would find me Creepy. But then again I would do Injustice to myself not looking at you." Peter's Voice said. Before Peter closed his mouth with his hands.
MJ looking at Peter frowning, "Well, Creepy is more of a Flash's expertise. But… Are you hitting on me, Peter?" MJ asked leaning closer.
Making Peter's face pale due to shock & blood loss. But then he also leaned forward as well there faces a few inches appart, "Free after school?" he asked with a charming smile.
Making MJ blush seeing him so near her face & unconsciously said, "Yes"
"Well, let's go out then. I know a good place for Hot-Dogs." Peter said looking the other way. As he walked away before MJ could say otherwise.
Going a little further Peter ran towards the Bathroom. "Dude, why did you do that. Now MJ will think I am weird." Peter asked worried & Anxiousness covered his face.
'Well, you are weird… How many people can stick to walls, lift a ton & spray sticky white stuff…' Max paused. 'Well, I take back the last one.' said After a bit of thinking.
"Now's not the time for Jokes. Max, what would she think… I need to…" Peter was cut off.
'You need to man the F up. She likes you, while you were clearly avoiding the signs. I didn't, why do you think she gets away from her 'super cool' friends & hangs around with a 'Nerd' you show your self to be.' Max said being straight as a knife.
"I… I…" Peter stumbled in his own words.
"Petey, in your line of work it's fine & dandy now. The Hero Business & all. But you have to remember that you still need someone spacial, we all do. And if you can get one now this early, it's even better. And she likes you & finds you interesting. So, why not…" Max said. He didn't' like Peter not getting married even after 20 years or so in the comics. Well, he did but those were then changed & forgotten.
Peter moved his mouth to speak argue when the bell rang. "Well, have this conversation another time. You promised Ned & Harry something." Max said as Peter started to go into class.
Finding Ned & Harry sitting & also keeping a seat for him. While Ned was reading a comic book, Harry was just on his desk with his head down. Sleeping.
Peter quickly thanked them as he sat.
"Hey, Petey. I heard you asked MJ out." Whispered Harry getting near, making Peter look at him with haste.
"It's true," Harry fake gasped. "Well, good for you. Where are taking her?" he yawned stretching his arms.
"Well, I… am not sure. I just told her about a hot-dog place & she agreed." Peter answered feeling more anxious.
Harry looked at Peter in an odd way, "Well, hope that's a good Hot-dog stand." He said leaning back on his desk.
Ned stopped reading, as he picked over his comic book "Man you're screwed." Said before continuing.
"Well, I wish you good luck," Harry said patting Peter's back like he had lost something already.
"Wow, That's a bit dark." Max's voice came. Making Peter wish the ground would swallow him, as much as to startle the Symbiotic Alien.
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As the classes ended, Peter was waiting at the gate. "Fu… Fu… I can do it." Peter said pumping himself up, until he saw Mary Jane coming over with Liz. "This is a big mistake… I…" Peter as his heart was beating as fast as a train.
"H… Hi, MJ." Peter said stuttering trying hard to not make it more Awkward as it is.
MJ flashed a smile while Liz rolled her eyes, "I don't get it why you hang out with this loser." She said right to Peter's face.
Liz had pale white skin with yellow-blonde hair, with simple curves & an attitude that would make you think twice before messing with her.
Apparently Liz looked much similar to her comics counterpart.
"Hi, to you as well. Liz." Peter said.
Liz rolled her eyes, "I have places to go, people to meet, bye MJ. And if Peter does anything just call me." She said as she started walking away.
"Shut up, Liz." MJ ignored her.
When Flash's car pulled over, Liz got in. Surprisingly Flash didn't say anything other than glaring at Peter.
"Well, Peter where is that Hot-Dog stand, you mentioned?" MJ said as she got near.
'Peter, you are on your own. I am your wing-man, but this part is up to you. Just be your best self, if she likes you then she's an Angel. If she doesn't I know a blond scientist chick… Well, never mind. If you need any help just tell me & by the way use Plastic'
'Will you shut up.' Peter said in his head keeping a straight face as he walked with MJ.
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"You sure this will work, Doctor?" said a female voice.
"Well, Miss. Stacy. This should work." Said the Doctor who was wearing a white lab coat as he carefully put the contents of the test-tube to the flux. Making the contents mix as it started to gurgle, as he took a step back.
After some time the liquids mixed as it started to become green. "Ah… Ha… see. I knew this would work." The Doctor said as he wiped his sweat off with his handkerchief with his only hand.
"Now, we have to test it. Gwen if you would." He said observing the green liquid closely taking a sample under the microscope.
Gwen nodded as she brought a Portable Cage, there was a mouse in it. The mouse in particular didn't have a tail.
Putting on her gloves she Picked up the Mouse, gently. Before the Doctor injected a small amount of the green liquid into the rat. And Gwen released the rat in the container.
As time passed in front of their eyes the mouse started growing its tailback.
"Amazing, if this works we could take humanity to the next step." The Doctor exclaimed.
Unbeknownst to them, there was green shade in the Rat's eyes.
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Our Story is about a young man named Max.
His life was normal, well as normal as an outlaw could have. College classes by day, finishing off Criminals by night. 
He wasn’t a symbol of Peace or anything, he was just doing it for certain reasons.
Cleaning trash of Society, that law didn't or couldn't punish. 
Well now, he just so happens to be a man of culture, loves his Comics & Animes. 
But one day by chance he jumps to a different world… in the Marvel Universe.
But not as human, no for now he is a Symbiote. Yes, like Venom or Carnage. 
Now follow our Main Character as he lives his new Symbiotic LIfe.
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What you will find in this book.
- Slow growth MC
- Evolution (Though it will come later in the story)
- Technomancy (Fancy term to use for the person who can control Technology)
- NO HARAM. Yeah for Ordinary people. (Not a Wish-Fulfillment story)
- Alternate Marvel Universe (MCU + Marvel Comics) story.
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The creepy creatures looted Seth until he reached nebula planet in the galaxies. While he trekked leaving his family behind Khartoum.

The creatures spotted at Time mansion, Mrs. Bouse and Seth two children trembled, before she could takes any actions, she considered not to trifled this terrify monsters. The creatures sent miss Bouse throughout time to Darkstorm in the living planet of time AD 1885 "Poland" The world of Darkstorm covered Poland as dark era touring. The people of Poland is filled with dark and Storm everywhere Poland is warned to stay indoors.

Hunting Seth, he paced through transparent glass while the creatures do so got stuck Seth thought he is freed, he moved to checkpoint in planet nebula. A vision highlighted shown to him his family been captured he couldn't do anything within the moment creatures surrounds Seth he thought of fighting them one by one. Then he do so, before the end of the game he was powered by the creatures. The creatures thumps his bones, figures and steps, he found himself breeding and suffering in planet Nebula without any help. The planet no one lived on,

The creatures left him behind to Darkstorm in Poland Darkstorm thoughts of been defeating Seth when his creatures told him that. Mrs Bouse felt broke about his husband while she been captured and cage in hardcore metal bars. Seth two children groaned and felt disappointed.

Seth thrilled to overpower his stances and heals his injuries and formed his bones back to his normal state.

He travelled under Pacific ocean (1541 December, 4) and drained drought half of the ocean, he connected his open portal to Darkstorm era in Poland in 1885, cosmic realities and varieties. He flowed the sea over entire Darkstorm and his creepy creatures and the whole Darkstorm dimensions world over power. He dashed into the Sea in Darkstorm swam, using his telepathy ability to found out the destination of his wife and children under the sea. Once he had saved his family from the hands of Darkstorm.

Darkstorm sent back the remaining reinforcement creatures to Khartoum searching for Seth and his family

Mrs Bouse argued with Seth to decline Dr Stephen mission but Seth refused this makes the relationship between Seth and Mrs Bouse broked, Bouse left to icy Iceland and have proper protection there by her parents with the two children.

The rain pattered Increasing the raging of the thunder and lightnings.

Seth felt lonely, walking in the rain without his intentions his family neglected him and departed to their family home. Sudden he encountered a punch, smashing hin into the crowds he bangs and drakes on the grounds continuously farsighted Darkstorm reinforcement The creatures progressed to fought with Seth The creatures kept using swap kicks against Seth his moves was surpassed by the The creatures this times The creatures seemed to aggressive on Seth.
Seth continued changes punches with The creatures but the techniques of The creatures was high esteemed from that of Seth.

A single rogue wave The creatures deflected them. The creatures radiate and particles effects goes to Seth he blocks with an engulfed psychic shield
acrophobes creatures Cremation removes a significant amount of "closure" from the process of the psychic shield shattering into a part.
In the veins and DNA of Seth his blood must thawed as Seth is forty seven year now he is aged to battled with The creatures. He kept moving forward he was stumbled while he kept running aiming at post scene at The creatures.

Seth red jump suit was stripped off he is weak The creature leader travelled his hands through Seth abdomen Seth felt the agony within him luckily, a phoenix force super power emerged and shrinks off The creatures The Khartoum citizens was stayed indoors from any actions.
They don't even know where The creatures came from, and who sent them to attacked Seth. They left Seth behinds into their rooms.
Seth felt into deep coma as when he encountered The Mysterious Time Storm.

Seth is placed on electronic panel hypericin Papillon on the navigation pane switching on the program terminal initiated to scanned Seth full anatomy and x-ray and begun to complete Seth Operation detox.

Wraith of Dr Stephen with Seth ancestor Dr Stephen motivated Seth to be go back for his time is not up he again told Seth to adapt from old age to young age 

DSK ERA WORLD (DEW 1885, Poland)
Darkstorm is one of the supreme villain in RA and Skycomics comics he had conquered all centuries from 1400s to 1800s leaving the remaining two 1920s and 2000s

Darkstorm combined one of his greatest power, he made a supreme power the aura converting the supreme power into a time looping every time travel locomotives turns and filled with his creepy creatures no any time portal can be freed from a his creepy creatures and others aura's forces of his. 

when Seth is in injured Time Department audit into highly operating machines and  he woke up and he is sent to ICU he have his peace there and thought wisely on how to adapt from old age to young age. He tried to have many plans there although he wife and his children but he kept his morale high and continued to move on from any obstacles, he never broke and all bad testimonials said about him never let him lose guard he kept to make new plans and minds fully armed. 

he always expressed his wreath to Dr Stephen graveyard every month in a blue moon.

His mood is too normal and he can't even considered his family and what's going on he fuck off any unimportant things that came in his way after his surgery he sat down to correct his mistakes and he launched one year program exhibition to Time Department seeking for their aid and support to launched the young age adaptation in the past of Khartoum 1930s.


Written by Raphael Assumang CEO Of RA Studios.

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THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING.

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 lastly the Turkish mentioned in this story is fiction the mind of the writer.

The story of a Time traveling hero who is capable of traveling to the eldern and the presence after he encountered a mysterious time Storm and felt in deep coma he woke up with a bizzare abilities and must stand a chance to stop his rival The Darkstorm from invading his universe.

A demi-god created by God, the angels and the Phoenix force after God overthrow evil DCI Raymond for his greediness.

The war strikes at heaven over a tessorant demanding for it by the DCI Raymond.

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Where is 2590 Union St... hmm," I said, mumbling to myself. I quickly realized that I'm a couple of blocks away from her house. "Hey, do you need a ride, cutie," a dirty old man on the road said? "No thanks," I said. I kept walking. 

The creepy man was following me. He had bags under his eyes, and he was dressed oddly.  It felt uncomfortable that the men watching me creepily. He keeps asking me where I was going. I would ignore him, then he would say, "I'm a tease," but I was only wearing yoga pants and a Marvel X-Men comics cyclops T-Shirt.  

I would look back to see if he was gone, but he would lick his lips frequently. The dirty old man will keep asking if I need a ride or tell me to come close. He made it nearly impossible for me to leave the conversation without appearing rude. Then I finally snapped. 

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT PERV... GO AWAY, YOU SICKENING MAN. "umm...um I," The old men said. "um, I, what, you don't speak English. Hopefully, you understand this *Bark bark BARK Bark*. 

Then he left me alone, but before he left, he called me a "Crazy Bitch."  I start crying out loud only because I'm a woman, and men can do or say whatever to girls and women and not get punished by it. Meanwhile, I was crying angrily about the stupidity of men when I finally arrived. I put myself to get there and Ring the DoorBell. 

It took a few seconds, but Zara got to the door. When she opened it, Zara knew that I been crying. "What happened," Zara said. "What nothing," I said. We went inside her room. 

She wouldn't stop asking, so I told her what happened to me the way here. She got so mad there was steam coming out of her ears. Zara got up and looked at her bedroom door. Her face was so scary she looked like she would kill someone. Her eyes glowed with savage fire. 

She pressed her lips together in anger. "Hey HEY, Zara, calm down, it alright," I said. "How in the hell is this "alright," She said, turning back to me. She starts to pace around the room. "It's a lifestyle that we're forced into," I said. 



Since Beast Boy was fine, he tossed him to the side and no longer bothered him.
After he was done healing Beast Boy, the previous members of the Young Justice appeared as well to help.
Aqualad took a look around and frowned.
"Is it true that Batman did all this?"
Lucas shook his head.
"No, I was with him when this happened. It's someone else."
"Do you have any suspects?"
Raven asked.
"Well, the usual troupe would be an evil clone or someone from another multiverse."
Hearing that, Wondergirl chuckled.
"Since when has this become the new normal?"
"We live in a crazy world after all."
Lucas shrugged and shook his head.
"Anyway. Wondergirl, Miss Martian, Static. Stay here for now in case the evil Batman comes back. Aqualad, search underwater. Supergirl and Powergirl, search the skies. Kid Flash, search the perimeter. Raven, see if you can find any traceable clues with your magic."
The group nodded and did their thing.
Lucas also joined in the search but found nothing.
In the end, Lucas went back to Gotham to return to Wayne Manor, hoping that Bruce and the others found some leads.
He didn't teleport over or fly on the way as he simply took a taxi.
There wasn't any particular reason why. He just wanted to do it like that for today.
In a sense, walking and commuting had given him a feeling of normalcy so it was a hobby of him to do so in order to calm himself and relax.
Earlier when he went to Wayne Manor, he also just commuted.
"Where to sir?"
"Wayne Manor."
Lucas looked out the window while resting his chin on his hand.
The driver smiled.
Then, gas started to fill the taxi.
Lucas blinked in surprise and took a look at the driver in front of him.
He saw him suddenly peel the skin off his face, revealing his true appearance.
It was Bruce...but he was...smiling?
And the way his mouth curves into a smile...looked very creepy.
Wait...this situation...am I getting kidnapped!?
Lucas was shocked. This gas was most likely a knockout gas. However, such things were useless to Lucas at all.
But since the culprit had literally sent himself to him, Lucas decided to play along.
Let's see what this guy plans to do…
Like that, Lucas 'fainted' at the back of the taxi.
By the time Lucas 'woke up', he found himself tied up in a dark room.
His hands were tied behind him as he sat on a metal chair.
In front of him was another man similarly tied up.
It was Joker.
The door opened.
A man wearing Batman's cowl appeared. However, his whole appearance was completely different than Batman.
He had these metal spikes covering his eyes and he wore a black suit with lots of belts...like some punk rock emo guy.
He also had this huge disgusting grin on his face that looked a lot like Joker's.
"What is this!? Where am I!? Do you know who I am!?"
Lucas shouted desperately.
However, in his mind, he was laughing.
Hehe, I always wanted to say that line myself!
It was the famous lines of a mob character.
In the system, Lucas was long 'dead'. He died during the invasion of Darkseid.
Afterwards, since Lucas didn't want to make a huge fuss of his return, Bruce simply made a new identity for him.
It was also released in the news at some point.
[Billionaire Bruce Wayne adopts his younger brother look-alike!]
To the rest of the world, the Lucas Wayne that now exists was a fake one. A normal guy with no powers. Just someone that Bruce is fond of because of his similar appearance to his little brother.
Lucas also didn't show up publicly and used his powers. He either wears a mask or blurs his face all the time.
This fake Bruce probably kidnapped him to lure Bruce out.
The fake Bruce laughed.
"Hahaha. Of course I know who you are."
The grin on his face became wider.
"You're going to be my next pet!"
"Huh?"
He tugged on the chains that he was holding on his hand.
There, Lucas saw something that made his face pale.
Three small figures appeared wearing the Robin suit. The chains were all attached to their collars.
They had pale faces and a huge grin on their mouths.
Upon being pulled, the three of them charged towards Lucas like rabid dogs, only to be pulled back with their leash.
"...What is this?"
"Do you like my pets? Don't worry. Soon, you will also join them~"
"..."
Lucas' face became solemn.
Seeing this, Lucas had enough. He was no longer in the mood to fool around.
However, Lucas wanted to know the fake Batman's plan. If he had some sort of contingency, it would be bad to act now.
In his mind, a couple of scenarios had started to form. He was planning what to do for each of them.
Sitting across him, Joker laughed.
"Hahahahaha! Don't you just love this guy!? He's everything I wanted Batman to be!"
"You're both insane."
"No no no. You see, that's the thing."
The fake Batman shook his head.
"For a long time, I've been losing. Everytime I catch the bad guy, they always escape! Over and over! My life has been stuck on this loop! That's insanity!"
He stretched his hand and grabbed on Joker's head.
"That's why, I decided to stop 'defeating' them...and start 'killing'!"
Suddenly, his other hand blurred. Blood flew out from Joker's neck.
Joker's eyes were wide as he looked at his own blood flowing from his throat in disbelief.
His mouth opened a few times but no sound came out of it.
It only took a few seconds for the light in his eyes to dim.
The Joker was dead.
The fake Batman looked at Joker's corpse and scoffed as he kicked him down.
"At that time I killed my world's Joker, my eyes were finally opened! You see, Joker's body contained toxins that would be released when he dies. The toxins then go to the nearest healthy body...and well, you know how it goes."
Lucas frowned.
What kind of shitty development is this!? Does that mean Joker is, in a sense, an immortal being!?
So in the comics, there was actually this reason why Batman never killed the Joker?
Lucas remembered reading in the past about how Joker supposedly had three names back when Batman became a God as he sat on the Morbius chair.
Does this mean...that Joker was already killed two times back then?
Or maybe this is some sort of plot armor the writers did to explain the various personalities and appearance of Joker in the comics?
Lucas' head hurt just thinking about it.
In any case, he isn't in the comics. This was his reality now.
No matter what the comic writers thought about in the 'real' world, it wasn't always the case here. There was no use thinking about it so much.
Then, Lucas noticed something.
Wait...since Joker's dead now...am I the next in line to become Joker?
"..."
Lucas turned to look at the fake Batman. He was also similarly looking at him, seemingly waiting for his transformation.
...So this was his plan? Corrupt me and turn me against my real brother?
Lucas's face darkened. His head lowered.
He could feel something seeping in his body...it was the toxin in Joker's body.
"Ha…"
A chuckle escaped in his mouth.
"Hahaha…"
Then it became a laugh.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"
Lucas lifted his head upwards as he laughed.
The fake Batman also smiled and laughed.
He knew that laugh.
It was the laugh of madness becoming free…!

After dying from his previous life, Lucas finds himself reborn as a baby the next moment.
Eh? Why are my mother and father not here?
Why is the old guy called Alfred?
Wait, you say my older brother is named Bruce?
My family name is also Wayne?
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AN: This is a trial DC fanfic that I had written in the past which I wanted to see if it's any good before continuing...I will be releasing the first 13 chapters and would observe it for a while before continuing so updates from chapter 14 onwards will not be anytime soon :P
Cover art is temp. Just something from the net...and edited by a certain Kitsune :P
**BE WARNED, THERE ARE R-18 SCENES HERE WHERE THE MC DOES IT WITH WOMEN THAT ARE MAYBE OVER A THOUSAND YEARS OLD! XD**

Growing up in the streets of new York isn't easy, especially if your new York is filled with gangsters and mad men to the casing and the filler.

Meet delorean soll, a strapping young black gentlemen, though he can act dark at times and sort of pessimistic, he still possess a pure heart. 

Meet Christopher Liam, the whole opposite mostly of delorean, a strapping and young black gentlemen who's always optimistic and enjoys life despite his neglectful, at times, parents, he's pure of heart, although, he follows the rules and dislike vigilante justice usually. This adventure changes the both of them.

Meeting in the 5th grade, these two best friends fight crime as the hero duo known as "the dignified sticks", Two young black teens trying to make it rich at the young Age of 15 in more industrialized and crime filled, new york. As 2017 was their year, they thought to be happy, of course until...

Delorean sees an antique shop seeking old weapons and artifacts for his brother like close friend. Inside the shop with glass doors and an old bell ringing each time someone enter, delorean sees a 40 to 50 year old looking man standing at a Cash register, delorean checks out the old looking things on display like they're supposed to be for an old antique shop.

The man was white, atleast 6'0 feet and had no facial hair, he wore regular jeans and a regular T-shirt. He looked like your average older white man who runs a small shop.
Nothing special looking one bit.

-Delorean: (Just as he walks into the shop and the bell rings like normal)
"Hey old man, I'm looking for some presents two great friends could enjoy together."

-Antique shop clerk: "I'm not old, I'm ancient, I could be your grandfather's great times 20 grandfather young man!"
-Delorean: "Yeah right, I'm just looking for some gifts, not your life story old man!"

-Antique shop clerk: "Well... feel free to look around my shop, this isn't just an antique shop, it's a unique shop, there are many artifacts and ancient things in here that i collected from the universal author's story books!"

-Delorean: "Those books are pure myth, those books remind me of comic books and clearly, those are made up, there's no "Supreme forge" or "Angelic family" Who has run away children in this world."

-Antique shop clerk: "Ok, well... just feel free to look around and enjoy the many authentic, amazing artifacts here then young man!"
<Delorean turns his head towards a shelf and that's when he flashbacks to his friend telling him in the 7th grade that he enjoys Bo - staffs and spots a pair of escrima, each filled and customized with weird symbols, he's never seen before and decides to buy them, escrima sticks for him though!

-Delorean:"Hey man, how much for these custom wooden weapons?"
"Are they for decoration or something, which is why they're weird like this old man?"

-Antique shop clerk: "Oh no, young boy, these are very powerful and old works of magical weapons custom enchanted."

-Delorean: "Ooohh, sounds fancy, sounds like these can be pretty dangerous for some wood then, we all know magic doesn't exist."

-Antique shop clerk: "Fun fact actually, I made these myself!"

-Delorean: "So you carve shapes from wood and can make symbols, woopee..."

-Antique shop clerk: "They'll be 20$ kid, 10 each, cheap deal for what they're actually worth honestly, I'm just on a clearance sale now!"

-Delorean: (Delorean pays the 20$)
"How much for that copy of the Universal Author's, "Stories of universe 1" you selling there?"

-Antique shop clerk: "They're cheap but the stories in this book are very real and assumably, as well, the other books, one story is more than real atleast young boy!"

-Delorean: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all know they're not real one bit!"

-Antique shop clerk: "that'll be another 10$ young man!"
<Delorean pays the money and goes outside and walks home as it's 5:00 PM, of course, he walks home.
It all begins when delorean wanted to celebrate Christopher's birthday, finding a weird antique shop, delorean was always a nerd, he knows how much Christopher likes swords and weapons and so from some creepy man who work at the shop, delorean bought a wooden bo-staff and 2 wooden escrima sticks to celebrate the day, however...

(The night of Christopher's birthday after school, March 15th, 8:20 PM, dell and Chris is on the phone with eachother)
-Christopher: "What did you buy me?"

-Delorean: "Yooo, I got you some wooden decoration weapons bro!"

-Christopher: "What the heck?"
"I thought i told you that i don't like wooden weapons anymore though!"

-Delorean: "Ohh, that's right dude, didn't you say your mom slipped on your kendo staff you left laying around and she slipped on it falling down the basement stairs so badly, she needed some surgery done?"

-Christopher: "Bruh, that was my grandma man!"
"Yeah though, that's why, sad day."
"Don't you ever put the drugs down and listen man?"

-Delorean: "NOPE!"
(Delorean begins to laugh!)
"OK.. OK, I'll return the damn things!"

-Christopher: "Thanks.. YOU BETTER NOT HAVE GOTTEN ME SOME OF THOSE WOODEN STICKS, like that one guy who wears a tight blue suit and is always being cheerful and nice, ugh, I can't stand that character dude, I'm not that into comics anymore, but he still is lame to me honestly!"

-Delorean: (Begin to laugh nervously!)
"Yeah man... I know you hate that character... why I didn't get you them, just a staff, of course like your old one."

<There is some truth to what he said, he's a big fan of that character as he's the only one of them that actually reads comics, Chris just skims over his comics and isn't a die hard fan of them, he's not that much of a reader.
Just as Delorean walks back to the shop... he's greeted by 5 thugs who wants to rob him for his money, being scared, Delorean does the only thing that makes sense.
Just as one of the thugs come after him, Delorean tries to run but all the thugs tackle him down quickly and begins to jump him and stomp him until he begins to bleed and the thugs rip off delorean bag and one of them tries to reach into his pockets.

Delorean is rolled into a cradle like a baby, beaten and hurt.
Delorean is having flashbacks of his best friend, his mom who's missing and his abusive dad, the thugs beat delorean to a bloody pulp constantly as he puts up a struggle, finally delorean has gotten hit enough and his head bashed in and is really brought to near-death. 

The thugs finally quit and just as they have robbed him of everything he has, one of them picks up an escrima stick and begins to walk off with the others but before they could get too far away, Delorean gets back up but has changed, delorean's eyes are electric blue with electricity flowing all around him and the sky's become grey and groups up above the situation going on!
One of the thugs begin to say "Heh, cheap trick kid!" But half of the rest are cowering in fear.

They all stand where they are for a while as the sky gets worse and worse, then finally, delorean screams out, "FOR THE KING OF KLESE AND HIS KLESIAN ARMY, YOU SHALL DIE!" As electricity is crackling all around him.

However, faster than the eye can see, he grabs one of the thugs and hold him up by an arm with one hand, a feat no normal man can do, however, he passes out but everything the thugs saw was enough to make them pee their pants and quit crime for good as they all run away and cower in fear dripping pee and dropping what they robbed from delorean as they run.

The angle cuts to a mysterious being up top a roof looking down on poor, hurt delorean, the 15 year old kid.

The mysterious character says as he was watching, "Nope, not demons but men" then jumps off leaving the story of course!

Delorean wakes up 15 minutes later, remembering it all but is still hurt as he muskers up strength to make it back home again!
|TO BE CONTINUED NEXT PART!|

One day, a young man in 10th grade named Delorean, who feels he screwed up his best friend's birthdays every year suddenly feels bad when he realizes his birthday is coming yet again, walking on the street as he ponders what to get him to make up for his past screw ups, a mysterious store grabbed his eye and he must go in. 
4th book published!
This story is about two friends battling criminals and monsters alike with the power of what one calls... THE POWER OF THE STICKS!... merely wooden sticks. Longer running books!
I'll keep adding more until possibly part 20-60?
This is all a work of fiction!
This story is more like a pitch for an anime/cartoon/Real time show rather than comic book or giant storyline pitch.
There are goofy things in here and serious things, not too dark or too light.

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