บท 1: Chapter 1: Stand through this!
As the sun was setting and their previous assignments were completed, recent crimes solved for their town's own police department, the recent and young head of the Presence investigation commission, kinfolk that's in the private investigation business founded by their father, knocked on the door of a local seer, with his three younger siblings beside him.
Dustin Presence "You wanted to request us, Miss Lisha?" Asked Dustin Presence, the eldest and the very young head of the family's business as he entered her strange home with his younger siblings following closely after him, all keeping quiet themselves. The older woman with a reputation and who trained herself and innate gift to obtain a peculiar sight towards the future who is also responsible for calling for their services grinned as she witnessed the squad enter. "This is a commission to train a boy. The world is dependent on your success." Miss Lisha replied with an assertive voice towards the end. Dustin's eyes peered off towards a painting nearby for a moment as he thought about what she told him. "If we decline and leave this up for the best then what?" Dustin asked respectfully, "The defeat of the Enenra Enotocin shouldn't be gambled, you are far from the best in the business but the future goes in an ever changing direction so any decision to avoid an uncomfortable future to put it lightly has to be precise. The best dies. The worst stands no chance. A future one day came to me regarding you four. The Presence siblings could hold a far more important role in the life of our future savior. Still, I was given two outcomes, one with your success where the world is left intact and the other filled with bloody failure where it's left as dust." Miss Lisha responded with a harsher tone.
A childhood of reading historical stories and past articles from aging news outlets, Dustin held a clue of who she had been thinking. "Right— the cult was defeated ages ago by Mist-Affliction, weren't they?" Dustin asked as he made sure to respectfully display his curiosity. The future seer laughed and chuckled quietly. "Not quite." Miss Lisha answered as she held her mouth.
A few days pass by and in the small town known as Chaelb. Derek Wiley felt like he was invincible in his very first and very own tactical combat suit modeled after his father's gear, the designer and creator listened to Derek's request but he made a few minor tweaks, as he didn't know what look would match Derek's personality equally as well as a smaller sized version of his father's, except with a few noticeable differences, his domino mask was smaller and made his entire eyes into a dark-ish smokey shade of gray followed by the rest of a tactical suit colored Gray, beige pouches on his belt and black accents, the Wiley family's colors for generations. The family's signature wrapping around his shoulders kept him warm during the cold days but acted as a symbol from the Brotherhood they belonged to, heroes located in and defending other towns from various threats.
Feeling the brisk Chaelbian weather fly past his dark locks of hair while he held out his arms wide open during the sun's descent on the great city lulled his nerves. "We're striving for excellence and success, Alec. Anything less— we're losers." The deceased gumshoe's son declared aloud as he mustered up his courage. Recently fitted for his brand new official super suit, tight but perfectly snug enough where he could take full advantage of his speed and mobility over his tremendous strength as he's a bit smaller than he heard that his father was at his age, he was promised he could get his first suit when he turned fifteen but it came and was accidentally delivered too early. He's aware that he wasn't supposed to be wearing it, especially not yet for the public eye. The years before felt too long for him, with his new suit, it meant time for field work experience to him.
He saw a human figure with glowing silver eyes in the form of smoke darker than the night with a small headache before he heard noise below him compelling him to fix his gaze downward, the sight of rioters approaching a local store, 8 of them dressed in apocalyptic gear that didn't look very protective, carrying spiked bats, some barbed wire, they began vandalizing the local shop. Though you can't see his eyes through his charcoal colored eye mask with gray aesthetic lenses, anyone could tell that the young gumshoe found himself disappointed in these criminals. Derek reminded himself to stretch, stretching his short legs, his arms and shadow boxing. Everything his grandad and his experienced friends had taught him over the years, before he confidently walked off the tall rooftop, feeling the wind pass through his strong, dark hair with his favorite rock song playing in his head as he fell and gravity took hold.
The Dulcet-toned vandal tossed a fresh Molotov cocktail into the queer shop of antiquities with a blissful grin. "Heh, guys— I really just can't wait to see this doofus' reaction though, when he walks in tomorrow morning and realizes that he should have paid us!" The leader of the gang says. The leader's throaty underling finished bashing one of the windows with his barbed bat. "Yeah, it's gonna be absolutely priceless!!" He added, laughing more hysterically. Utilizing her great muscular power with a fruity voice, the only present woman in the vandalized scene assisted with breaking the store's windows with her own barbed wire bat. "What the fu— Guys! looook at that!!" She had shouted while pointing towards a child in the air shifting in and out of his physical body and smoke behind them, the other members started staring his way, deeply confused and baffled. Then the kid disappeared and transformed into smoke for a longer moment as he was close by, puzzling the criminals even further as they couldn't see him thanks to his great speed in the skies while in the form of silver smoke until the kid dropped flat on his face practically at their feet.
Derek Wiley swiftly recovered and picked himself up before dusting off himself and his newly sewn vigilante suit. The youthful gumshoe's child in the knock off his father's outfit often referred to as a nuisance for cops and crime eased into a back stance, having the leader of them irritated that a child is squaring up with him and his crew. The leader of the vandals held an expression of disgust on his face as he stared square into Derek's lenses. "Un— real." He disappointingly commented before licking his dry lips. The youthful gumshoe's sudden smug demeanor riled up a violent vandal behind his leader. "We both have arriving officers to worry about, c'mon charging." Derek shouted fiercely while cars went past behind them and a crowd began showing up. The gang stood in place in disbelief over whether he had been serious, while Derek held strong focus with his stance, their leader began scoffing and sighing, still heavily confused and surveying the block in view for a clue over whether he was the accompanying sidekick for an adult vigilante.
The power lifting vandal held her hips after she couldn't hold a serious demeanor. "What's this walking can of garbage, man?" She asked with mockery in her tone. Her fellow barbed wire crew mate reminded himself that the nuisance the child reminded the crew of was deceased before rebuilding his own courage and disregarding the uncanny resemblance. "I don't know but he's pretty cute in that disastrous get up!" He added as he swung around his barbed bat while the mockery brought him joy.
Derek shook his head with a serious glare after hearing the addition from the obviously anxious crew mate who spoke last until he fixed his gaze towards the power lifter. "The steroids aren't helping you beat any allegations of being a disfigured mutant, lady." Derek fired back as he was recovering his stamina, "Just over a couple of years ago, I couldn't imagine being that high up." Derek kept inside of his thoughts. The power lifting criminal smacked her lips and threw her barbed bat at Derek after he returned an insult but he moved out of its way.
The tallest vandal out of the eight stepped in front. "Tell us— are you honestly his real son, big dude?" The tallest member asked as the 8 legitimately just watched him catch his breath, "I'm— Mist-Affliction, y'know?" Derek answered genuinely while he held in a grin. The leader scoffed and slightly chuckled. "No, really kid?" The vandal crew's bigwig replied as he crossed his arms, "What's your name, who are you, are you lost, need a ride home or something—?" He finished with slight worry in his questioning. Derek stood up assertively and confidently. "Consider me the rebirth of Mist-Affliction— nuisance to law and crime alike." He declared, attracting the attention of a few pedestrians nearby who got out their phones to record.
Derek heard murmuring and mumbling in the crowd that only grew in size after his firm declaration. "Mist-Affliction's been dead for a while, little runt, you just ain't him!" Someone in the back yelled out. One of the vandals in the crew thought the comment was lowbrow. "Uh, sir, he said reborn and rebirth means—" One of his underlings replied before his leader gave him a deadly glare that shut him up, made him put his head down and move further to the back. Derek heard mockery and laughter in addition to the mumbling voices. "Hey everyone, we got a copycat of that jerk, over here!" Some other guy in the crowd that belonged to the gang yelled out louder, "Wrong city also, doofus!" The final guy yelled out. The crowd around them gathered close enough for all of them to see and a few to even record Derek and the Vandals glaring away at each other.
The leader of the gang looked around during the crowd who were hollering their opinions, some negative and some positive at Derek, who just stood glaring and analyzing the gang's members, the leader took notice and let him.
The vandal crew's leader slowly nodded as his brow furrowed. "You don't have to do this, kid, you could simply drop the cosplay and just go back to your cozy, warm home." The leader said louder while the crowd conveniently settled down around them, Derek paused and got out of his stance and pondered on those words while looking down at his palms. "What's the point when it's a broken one...?" Derek replied with a lowered and more serious tone of voice eventually after he got all the information he needed.
The leader of the gang nodded approvingly as he pointed towards the youthful gumshoe with his index and middle finger, signaling his subordinates which had none displayed any hesitation. The youthful gumshoe stepped the vandal's first jab thrown his way before tripping him. The hulking powerlifting vandal who's been wanting to take him down jumped at the chance of roughing him up, a single spinning roundhouse took her down, before the youthful gumshoe knew it, the remaining members were three in numbers then he stood face to face with one. At a distance again, Derek and this criminal gang's leader were glaring at one another, one was feeling thrill and excitement, the other was feeling extremely antagonized and irked.
A slight grin appeared on Derek's mien. "So, ya see I'm the real deal now?" The youthful gumshoe replied, asking exuding conviction. "The grandmother that knitted that fancy piece of unoriginality did her homework for you but the way we and this crowd sees it, you lack in every other department no matter how hard you're trying to be like him. Attitude, so far in your code of ethics, lack of menacing and quiet demeanor, and you're far too impractical and flamboyant when you fight, I don't think you gave a single one of my men a concussion?" The gang's leader commented shut down his arrogance before his vandalism crew recovered.
Derek became the antagonized one as the gang leader's reply struck a deep nerve in the young hero, he rushed up like his father would have, with the intent to hospitalize the man, except he heard sirens so the man realized he didn't have time to toy with Derek anymore, he dodged all of Derek's attacks with ease and a single knee stopped Derek dead in his tracks afterwards. He fell to the ground stuck in true pain while the gang's leader and the rest of his underlings ran off, scattered and escaped the scene. The police got out of their cars and grabbed and arrested the members Derek knocked out but they also tried to grab him, pulling himself together quickly, Derek shoved the cops off of him and leaped into the air transforming his body into smoke to escape the scene himself. Having a hard time believing what they just saw, they were stumpt and didn't expect for him to be hiding on top of the roof because his power exhausted him too greatly. They had assumed he escaped and didn't give chase as he flew high and away. Derek's phone began ringing but it was on vibrate, Derek answered it after 3 rings. "Grandpa…?" Derek asked, answering his phone, his grandpa revealed news that left him depressed. Derek was lying on the building holding his stomach but after hearing the news, Derek dropped everything and sighed heavily.
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