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Green Lantern & Morbius by @Mattmanganon
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Name: Hal Jordan
Hero Name: Green Lantern
Known Alias': Jordie Hammond
Age: 15
Powers: N/A
Equipment:
Green Lantern Ring (The Green Lantern Ring is a magic weapon, powered by the will of the user, it allows Hal to use the following abilities)
*Energy Construct Creation: The Ring allows for the creation of anything the user can imagine.
*Force Field/Atmosphere Projection: The Ring projects an energy field around the user to absorb damage, as well as to allow for a survivable atmosphere to always surround the weilder, allowing them to survive extreme heat, cold, pressure or even the vacuum of space.
*Flight: The weilder can fly at extreme speeds.
*Cellular Regeneration: The wielder's body heals at an immense rate, it also allows them to survive blows that would kill an unpowered individual.
*Universal Translator: The ring can translate any language to be understandable.
The Biggest weakness of the ring is its need to be recharged periodically.
Appearance:
Known Affiliations: None, yet.
Sinestro is the Gold Lantern from the far-off world of Korugar. He was the leader of the Lanterns, a group of people wielding the 7 Rings of Power. Sinestro keeps his background vague, dodging questions about it, claiming his past to be "Too painful to talk about now. Maybe another day." On earth, he uses the alias T Sinclaire.
Another of his friends is Carol Ferris, daughter of Carlos Ferris, president of Ferris Industries. 2 years older than him, who he has had an on-again-off-again relationship with since he was sent to a rich foster family living next door to her. He didn't stay with them long, because of how strict their rules were. He still hangs around with Carol sometimes, though her parents hate him.
Somewhat a mentor to Hal, Detective John Stewart, an Veteran from Desert Storm who, after the war, came home and enrolled in the police. He has been looking out for Hal ever since he transferred to the CCPD.
Hals only other friend is a petty criminal by the name of Hector Hammond. Hammond is a little fish with big idea's, that he will some day become one of the great heroes of the world, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor. Mostly, it just boils down to him ripping off rich old people with Pyramid scheme's. Hal has had to protect him from angry loan-sharks on more than one occasion.
Intergalactic warlord and pirate. Claims to be the rightful ruler of the universe. He commands an immense warship known as Eye of Darkness. Despero's background is shrouded in mystery, but what is known is that he possesses a mean-streak a mile long and is immensely charismatic and is known for his great acts of benevolence, saving whole planets from the brink of extinction, whilst attacking defenseless Kree, Skrull, Shi'Ar, Thanagarian and Tamaranian merchant vessels. He is even known to have scuffles with the Shi'Ar grand fleet from time to time. He is an excellent military strategist and a powerful warrior, wielding immense powers known as "The Pyre" The full extent of its power is unknown.
Known Powers:
The Pyre (A mysterious power that nobody is quite sure of the extent of. All that is known is that it is some kind of magic)
Telepathy (When his third eye opens, he can hear the thoughts of anyone he looks at, can see into their very soul, can even control them if their mind is weak enough)
Energy Projection (He can shoot energy beams from all 3 of his eyes)
The mysterious and stunningly beautiful right-hand of Despero. Lyssa is a powerful sorceress, who gets all of her magic from the mysterious book that she always carries with her.
Known Powers:
Sorcery (Lyssa wields immense plumes of golden magics that sprout from her book.)
Future-Sight (Lyssa can predict the future with varying degree's of accuracy.)
Larfleeze is one of Despero's Lieutenants. Nobody knows where this beast came from or what it has been through to get here. All that is known is that he wears an orange uniform with logo of the Orange Power Ring on his shoulder. He is immensely strong and fast, and is one of the most deadly hand-to-hand combatants in the known universe. He uses a large arsenal of weapons that he has collected from fallen foes.
Known Powers:
Super Strength
Super Durability
Super Longevity (It's unknown exactly how old he is, but records show him existing for at least 1,000,000 years.)
Shark is a strange one. He is a ruthless, unstoppable killing machine that never says a word. He simply follows any order that Despero gives him to the letter. He is one of Despero's most notorious henchmen.
Known Powers:
Super Strength
Super Durability
Super Stamina
Waterbreathing
The self-proclaimed "Master of Magnetism" Polaris was a former warlord of his planet. When he saw that the planet was dying, he put his best minds to work on a suit that would allow him to save them all by harnessing the planets magnetic poles to do his bidding. The suit was completed, but too late. As he began to use the magnetic field of the planet to guide it away from the sun, his time ran out and he saw death coming for his entire planet. Despero and his ships arrived just in time and saved as many as they could. Polaris' people were moved to a new planet. Polaris, in return, pledged his undying loyalty to Despero.
Known Powers:
Magnetic Control (Polaris is able to use his magnetic powers to control metal, shape it to his whim, even make it explode. This can be interfered with when exposed to extreme heat. If he concentrates, he can create a localised magnetic storm, completely disrupting all electricity in the area and rendering most machines inoperable.)
A Skrull working for Despero as one of his Lieutenants. Formerly an espionage agent for the Empire, he was charged with infiltrating Despero's ranks. He, however, had no idea that Despero's Pyre gave him the ability to read minds and he was immediately captured. Despero then made him a deal "Work for me, or die." Seeing that the writing was on the wall, he agreed.
Known Powers:
Super Strength
Super Durability
Super Stamina
Flight (Can sprout wings from his back at will)
Shapeshifting
Hypnosis
Elemental Energy Blasts (Ice and Electricity)
Steel Skin transformation
The Spaceknights of Galadoria are an ancient and sacred order, sworn to don the sacred armour and fight the evil scourge known as The Dire Wraiths at every turn. Sometimes, they go rogue. Bakin spent years hunting Dire Wraiths on a world full of evil. He soon began to question why he even bothered, since the Wraiths were usually nicer than the people they were replacing. He abandoned his position and became a bounty hunter, hunting and killing the real evils in the world. Every so often, hunting the Dire Wraiths come back into his crosshairs. He enjoys this as it feels nostalgic.
Known Weapons:
Neutralizer (A Special weapon designed to send Dire Wraiths to Limbo, but also has a high-energy kill setting)
Analyzer (Built into the helmet of his, the Analyzer allows him to see shapeshifters in their true form, mainly used for finding Dire Wraiths, but also usable in tracking down other shapeshifters)
Plandanium Armour (Armour worn by all SpaceKnights, the armour is nie indestructible and self-repairing, it grants him the following powers:)
Super Strength
Super Durability
Flight
Omni-Survivability
A Cybertronian and former leader of the Decepticons "12th Sky Brigade" he is twin brother of Dreadwing. Skyquake, after the fall of Cybertron, was sent out across the galaxy to hunt down Autobots. It was during this hunt that he found Despero. He tried to conquer Despero's ship and use it for himself, but was defeated by the villain. When Despero spared Skyquake's life, Skyquake swore allegiance to him. He is honorbound to serve Despero until he rejoins the All-Spark.
Known Powers/Weapons:
2x Vulcan Cannons
Heavy-Repeating Energy Disruptor.
Cybertronian Sword
Cybertronian Physiology (Cybertronians all exibit the following powers:)
*Super Strength (Able to lift about 100 tons over his head.)
*Super Durability (Due to most of their body being made of metal, damaging them is difficult)
*Vehicle Copy (Able to scan almost any piece of technology in the universe and transform themselves into a copy of it.)
Character Basis: Green Lantern
List of Reimagined traits: If a reimagining, then a summary of all of the major changes to their character.
Story Overview This version of Hal is a bit younger, having grown up on the streets of Coast City, he has been in and out of foster homes since he can remember. His father was a test-pilot for the US Airforce, his mother, he doesn't remember anything about. He was always getting into trouble with Officer Stewart, who always tried to keep him on the straight and narrow. It worked for the most part. Hal is known as a sort of Homeless hero, always leaping to the rescue of other homeless that get attacked. Hal has never had a home or anyone to really cling onto as a parent figure. All he can do is keep surviving until he hits 16, when he's allowed to follow his father into the Air Force.
Then, one day he gets a magic ring, and then a man called Sinestro came into his life. Sinestro tells him of the power of the ring, tells him that it is one of 7, Green, Gold, Blue, Indigo, Pink, Orange and Red. He was previously on a team with the other 6 Lanterns, but they were defeated by the Intergalactic Warlord Despero. All he could do was flee to an unknown world and regroup. The Green ring chose Hal and now they need to work together to recover the other 5 rings, lest they fall into the hands of evil.
It had been a good day for Officer Stewart. Nothing particularly bad had happened. Special Victims was usually a hellish beat, full of rape victims and abused children, but today had been good. One of his "Victims" kidnap victims had turned out to be a hoax from a dissatisfied foster child (Best possible outcome) He had finally gotten a search warrant for a pedophile's house and best of all, the lady at the sandwich shop slipped an extra gherkin into his sandwich without charging. Walking into the station, he nodded to the secretary and smiled as he headed to the elevator. Getting inside, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was going to be a quiet evening of paperwork, the best kind. The lift played the latest cheesy top-40's pop song that had been annoying him for the last 2 months, but he was determined to not let that spoil a perfectly good day. The door opened and he saw, charging towards him, a beaten and bloodied teen. "4532! GET THAT KID!!!" Yelled another officer. 4532 was the code for escaped suspect. Stewart lunged forward, spearing the kid almost out of his shoes and getting him on the ground.
"OOOOOOOH!!!" The kid wheezed "Ya got me..." John began to get up, before realizing who it was he had just brutally tackled.
"Hal?" He asked.
"Sorry, officer, i didn't get the plates..." He groaned as a pair of officers ran up and turned him over, putting cuffs on him.
"Look, Hal, i'm sorry, instincts. Look, boys, what did he do?" He asked. One of the officers looked at John.
"Vigilantism, Theft and resisting arrest."
"Ok, i did 1 and 3, but-" John glared at Hal
"NOT ANOTHER WORD!!!" He grunted. "I'll book him in, i'll get him talking. For the love of god, tell me you read him Miranda?" He asked. The officers nodded. "Again, Hal?" He asked as he pushed Hal towards the booking office.
****
Hal sat in the interrogation room, looking around at the four walls and the 2-way mirror. He had a pair of bloodied tissues up his nose, blood dried on his forehead and a blackening eye and an ice-pack on his head. "COME ON!!! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!!!" He yelled. The door opened and John walked in.
"For crying out loud, Hal, what did you do this time?" He asked, walking over and sitting down. Hal just stared.
"Look-"
"Hal, i can't keep protecting you like this. Vigilantism, despite what the Media would have you believe is a crime."
"Bu-"
"Hal, look at me!" John ordered. Hal looked him in the eye. "Is your name Batman? Is your name Captain America? Is your name Supergirl? When it is, then i'll start looking the other way on these Vigilantism charges. As for Theft-"
"No!" Hal slammed his fist on the table. "Look, i have done a lot of shitty things in my 15 years on this planet, but i have NEVER stolen anything from anyone!"
"The officer who you lifted the keys from in that Steve McQueen impression begs to differ-"
"Besides the point, i didn't steal anything other than that today" He sighed.
"The report says that you were found with an... Emerald ring?" John asked.
"Yep, and i didn't steal it." Hal replied, burying his face in his hands.
"You found it?" Laughed John.
"Nope..." Hal replied. "It found me." John stared at him with a face that said Well, that's a new one for me "Yeah, i wouldn't believe me either..." He groaned. "But i've got proof." John continued to stare, his poker face not relenting. "That ring was put in evidence, correct?" John flicked through the report.
"Yyyyyyyyes." He replied.
"Then would you kindly explain why it's in my pocket?" He asked, pulling it out of his pocket. John got up and instinctively grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and closed it around the ring in Hal's hand. .
"THE HELL DID YOU DO!?!?!?" He roared. "YOU BROKE INTO EVIDENCE?!?!?" John was clearly fuming, despite Hal not changing his face.
"Nope, i was locked to that chair for half an hour, then i got the keys and immediately bolted for the door. I never had any time to break into evidence. Plus, how many locks are on that door?" He asked. John's face was now just confused. "Alright, now put it in your pocket and walk out..." He said. John was confused, but complied, wrapping up the ring, he put it in his pocket, before walking out. He then looked in through the mirror and saw Hal hold up his hand, dangling the ring in it. John stormed back in.
"How did you do that?" He growled.
"Magic." John looked at him with angered disbelief this time. "Alright, let me tell you the story."
****
Hal walked down an alley on his way back to his current squat, whistling. It was a little cold at this time of the year. He heard someone yelling around the corner and immediately set off at a run. Rounding the corner, he saw an old man being beaten by a man whilst the other one grabbed his wallet. "Hey, leave him alone." The 2 men looked at him, one of them grabbed a pipe. "You want to take on someone, try me, i got more cash than him." Hal yelled. The 2 men ran towards him, Hal ran towards them as well.
Dodging under a swing from the pipe, Hal pressed his feet firmly on the ground, before pressing forward and lunging into the mans chest, tackling him to the ground. As he leaned up and punched the man he tackled across the face, he was grabbed from behind, under his arms. He instinctively went limp, letting his hands flail a little as he tried to slip through the grasp, but it was futile and he was dragged off, before the man he tackled got back up and punched him in the face, before grabbing the pipe and delivering one last blow, leaving Hal on the floor, blood spirting from his forehead, he coughed heavily, a hoarse cough. He tried to crawl to the wall, trying to get up.
"STAY DOWN!" The man called, smacking the pipe into Hal's back and he fell down the wall, before trying to get up again. "Tell you what, this kid doesn't quit. Think you're fucking Iron Man or something?" He asked. He tried to get up again as the pipe went into the back of his skull, smacking his nose into brick, he fell down coughing again, this time, a little vomit came out. Blood spraying from his nose. Hal tried to get up again, the world going dark. Then suddenly bright.
"So this is what death feels like..." He giggled in his throes. Then it went Green "Wait, that's different..." Suddenly, everthing felt good... The pain started to melt away.
"HAL JORDAN, I SENSE GREAT WILL IN YOUR HEART! SAY THE OATH AND JOIN OUR RANKS!!!"
Hal opened his mouth as his eyes started to glow
"In Brightest Day, In Blackest Night
No Evil Shall Escape My Sight
Let Those Who Worship Evil's Might
Beware My Power, Green Lantern's Light!!!"
Hal suddenly was stood, staring at the men, his clothes were different. One of the Men began to run. Hal put his hand forward and, bursting from the ring, was a giant hand that streamed forward and wrapped around the man, before pulling him back and hitting his partner in crime with him. The two men sprawled onto the floor. One got up and swung the pipe at him, A Green sword appeared and shattered the pipe in his hands, before another fist appeared and the mugger was down for the count. Hal stood shaking, he looked at his hand and saw the green ring. He pulled it off and the light disappeared, his clothes going back to the bloody, slightly vomit-soiled mess they were previously. At that point, a pair of police rushed into the alley.
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" Yelled one of them, pointing his gun at them. Hal threw the ring down and one of the cops grabbed it with a handkerchief and put it into a ziplock bag, before cuffing Hal. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions..."
****
John stared at him again. "What the fuck was that?" He asked.
"Well, if you let me put the ring on, i can prove it-"
"NO!" John grabbed Hal's hand. "Do NOT put that on... Look, i don't know if it is Magic or not, but if you put that on then there's nothing i can do to protect you..." John buried his face in his hands "Alright... Here's the deal... I can reduce the Vigilantism to Defense of Another, i can get the Theft dropped, but you shouldn't have run. Resisting Arrest is only a Misdemeanor, so nothing that will keep you out of the Military, but i will need to turn you over to your foster parents-"
"No deal!" Hal yelped.
"It's that or bye-bye Air-Force." John growled. Hal flexed his fingers in thought.
"What if-"
"You don't get it, do you?" Asked John "There's no negotiation in this, i'm handing you a Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card. You can take it or leave it."
"I can't go back to them..." Hal groaned. "My "Dad" is going to kill me because i set his weed plants on fire."
"Weed as in..."
"Cannabis, Ganja, Kush, Hash, whatever you call it, smokey-feel-good." John stared daggers at Hal.
"If you're lying-"
"It's Bye-Bye Air-Force, i know." Hal leaned back and crossed his arms. John got up and walked to the door, looking out and seeing that nobody was watching. He walked back to the desk and sat down.
"Mention this ring to no-one. There are some fucked up stories going around with what happens to people with things like that..."
"What about the other guys, they'll say i-"
"It was Supergirl... Or The Flash... Claim it was anyone else, do not let anyone else know who you are and what you can do. In the meantime... I'm going to get on to investigating your fosters. You'll be held in custody whilst we decide the next course of action." He got up and walked out. "Chin up..." He replied, as he was closing the door.
****
Hal sat in an office. Today was the day that he would meet his new Foster parents. He sat at the desk and let out a sigh. He was already making plans for an escape. The door opened. "Hal, this is Thomas." the Social Worker said. "We know that you have had a real problem with multiple authority figures, so we thought that a single parent might be more your speed." The man that walked in was not what Hal expected.
"Hello, Hal. It's nice to meet you." The man said with an emotionless face. "Can we have a moment alone?" He asked. The Social worked smiled and nodded, before leaving the room. Thomas walked over to the door and made sure the woman wasn't looking in. She had gone to get a coffee "Alright, Hal, let me level with you, i'm not a foster parent." He said.
"Thank god?" Hal asked with a confused expression. "Or is this one of those "Waking up in a bathtub full of ice without my liver" things?" Thomas stared at him, not understanding what he was saying.
"I'm like you." He said, completely ignoring what Hal had just asked. He showed him the Golden Ring
"I... Don't know..."
"In brightest day, in blackest night..." Thomas said.
"You know? Are you a Green Lantern too?" He asked.
"No, you are THE Green Lantern. I'm the Gold Lantern."
"Gold is so much cooler than green..." Hal sighed.
"I was the leader of the Lanterns until recently, when your predecessor was killed. The Rings look for those most worthy to wield them. You have been chosen. If you want to know more, then you tell that social worker that you're happy to come home with me... If you want me to take the ring and give it to someone else, give you your life back, I can do that... Your choice." For Hal, time stopped. What the hell was he supposed to do? If he went with this man then he was opening up the pandora's box that he couldn't close... The door opened and Hal launched himself into Thomas' arms, embracing him in a hug.
"I love you, daddy!" He yelled. The Social Worker dropped her coffee.
"OOOOOOOH!!!" The kid wheezed "Ya got me..." John began to get up, before realizing who it was he had just brutally tackled.
"Hal?" He asked.
"Sorry, officer, i didn't get the plates..." He groaned as a pair of officers ran up and turned him over, putting cuffs on him.
"Look, Hal, i'm sorry, instincts. Look, boys, what did he do?" He asked. One of the officers looked at John.
"Vigilantism, Theft and resisting arrest."
"Ok, i did 1 and 3, but-" John glared at Hal
"NOT ANOTHER WORD!!!" He grunted. "I'll book him in, i'll get him talking. For the love of god, tell me you read him Miranda?" He asked. The officers nodded. "Again, Hal?" He asked as he pushed Hal towards the booking office.
****
Hal sat in the interrogation room, looking around at the four walls and the 2-way mirror. He had a pair of bloodied tissues up his nose, blood dried on his forehead and a blackening eye and an ice-pack on his head. "COME ON!!! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!!!" He yelled. The door opened and John walked in.
"For crying out loud, Hal, what did you do this time?" He asked, walking over and sitting down. Hal just stared.
"Look-"
"Hal, i can't keep protecting you like this. Vigilantism, despite what the Media would have you believe is a crime."
"Bu-"
"Hal, look at me!" John ordered. Hal looked him in the eye. "Is your name Batman? Is your name Captain America? Is your name Supergirl? When it is, then i'll start looking the other way on these Vigilantism charges. As for Theft-"
"No!" Hal slammed his fist on the table. "Look, i have done a lot of shitty things in my 15 years on this planet, but i have NEVER stolen anything from anyone!"
"The officer who you lifted the keys from in that Steve McQueen impression begs to differ-"
"Besides the point, i didn't steal anything other than that today" He sighed.
"The report says that you were found with an... Emerald ring?" John asked.
"Yep, and i didn't steal it." Hal replied, burying his face in his hands.
"You found it?" Laughed John.
"Nope..." Hal replied. "It found me." John stared at him with a face that said Well, that's a new one for me "Yeah, i wouldn't believe me either..." He groaned. "But i've got proof." John continued to stare, his poker face not relenting. "That ring was put in evidence, correct?" John flicked through the report.
"Yyyyyyyyes." He replied.
"Then would you kindly explain why it's in my pocket?" He asked, pulling it out of his pocket. John got up and instinctively grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and closed it around the ring in Hal's hand. .
"THE HELL DID YOU DO!?!?!?" He roared. "YOU BROKE INTO EVIDENCE?!?!?" John was clearly fuming, despite Hal not changing his face.
"Nope, i was locked to that chair for half an hour, then i got the keys and immediately bolted for the door. I never had any time to break into evidence. Plus, how many locks are on that door?" He asked. John's face was now just confused. "Alright, now put it in your pocket and walk out..." He said. John was confused, but complied, wrapping up the ring, he put it in his pocket, before walking out. He then looked in through the mirror and saw Hal hold up his hand, dangling the ring in it. John stormed back in.
"How did you do that?" He growled.
"Magic." John looked at him with angered disbelief this time. "Alright, let me tell you the story."
****
2 Hours Ago
Hal walked down an alley on his way back to his current squat, whistling. It was a little cold at this time of the year. He heard someone yelling around the corner and immediately set off at a run. Rounding the corner, he saw an old man being beaten by a man whilst the other one grabbed his wallet. "Hey, leave him alone." The 2 men looked at him, one of them grabbed a pipe. "You want to take on someone, try me, i got more cash than him." Hal yelled. The 2 men ran towards him, Hal ran towards them as well.
Dodging under a swing from the pipe, Hal pressed his feet firmly on the ground, before pressing forward and lunging into the mans chest, tackling him to the ground. As he leaned up and punched the man he tackled across the face, he was grabbed from behind, under his arms. He instinctively went limp, letting his hands flail a little as he tried to slip through the grasp, but it was futile and he was dragged off, before the man he tackled got back up and punched him in the face, before grabbing the pipe and delivering one last blow, leaving Hal on the floor, blood spirting from his forehead, he coughed heavily, a hoarse cough. He tried to crawl to the wall, trying to get up.
"STAY DOWN!" The man called, smacking the pipe into Hal's back and he fell down the wall, before trying to get up again. "Tell you what, this kid doesn't quit. Think you're fucking Iron Man or something?" He asked. He tried to get up again as the pipe went into the back of his skull, smacking his nose into brick, he fell down coughing again, this time, a little vomit came out. Blood spraying from his nose. Hal tried to get up again, the world going dark. Then suddenly bright.
"So this is what death feels like..." He giggled in his throes. Then it went Green "Wait, that's different..." Suddenly, everthing felt good... The pain started to melt away.
"HAL JORDAN, I SENSE GREAT WILL IN YOUR HEART! SAY THE OATH AND JOIN OUR RANKS!!!"
Hal opened his mouth as his eyes started to glow
"In Brightest Day, In Blackest Night
No Evil Shall Escape My Sight
Let Those Who Worship Evil's Might
Beware My Power, Green Lantern's Light!!!"
Hal suddenly was stood, staring at the men, his clothes were different. One of the Men began to run. Hal put his hand forward and, bursting from the ring, was a giant hand that streamed forward and wrapped around the man, before pulling him back and hitting his partner in crime with him. The two men sprawled onto the floor. One got up and swung the pipe at him, A Green sword appeared and shattered the pipe in his hands, before another fist appeared and the mugger was down for the count. Hal stood shaking, he looked at his hand and saw the green ring. He pulled it off and the light disappeared, his clothes going back to the bloody, slightly vomit-soiled mess they were previously. At that point, a pair of police rushed into the alley.
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" Yelled one of them, pointing his gun at them. Hal threw the ring down and one of the cops grabbed it with a handkerchief and put it into a ziplock bag, before cuffing Hal. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions..."
****
John stared at him again. "What the fuck was that?" He asked.
"Well, if you let me put the ring on, i can prove it-"
"NO!" John grabbed Hal's hand. "Do NOT put that on... Look, i don't know if it is Magic or not, but if you put that on then there's nothing i can do to protect you..." John buried his face in his hands "Alright... Here's the deal... I can reduce the Vigilantism to Defense of Another, i can get the Theft dropped, but you shouldn't have run. Resisting Arrest is only a Misdemeanor, so nothing that will keep you out of the Military, but i will need to turn you over to your foster parents-"
"No deal!" Hal yelped.
"It's that or bye-bye Air-Force." John growled. Hal flexed his fingers in thought.
"What if-"
"You don't get it, do you?" Asked John "There's no negotiation in this, i'm handing you a Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card. You can take it or leave it."
"I can't go back to them..." Hal groaned. "My "Dad" is going to kill me because i set his weed plants on fire."
"Weed as in..."
"Cannabis, Ganja, Kush, Hash, whatever you call it, smokey-feel-good." John stared daggers at Hal.
"If you're lying-"
"It's Bye-Bye Air-Force, i know." Hal leaned back and crossed his arms. John got up and walked to the door, looking out and seeing that nobody was watching. He walked back to the desk and sat down.
"Mention this ring to no-one. There are some fucked up stories going around with what happens to people with things like that..."
"What about the other guys, they'll say i-"
"It was Supergirl... Or The Flash... Claim it was anyone else, do not let anyone else know who you are and what you can do. In the meantime... I'm going to get on to investigating your fosters. You'll be held in custody whilst we decide the next course of action." He got up and walked out. "Chin up..." He replied, as he was closing the door.
****
2 weeks later
Hal sat in an office. Today was the day that he would meet his new Foster parents. He sat at the desk and let out a sigh. He was already making plans for an escape. The door opened. "Hal, this is Thomas." the Social Worker said. "We know that you have had a real problem with multiple authority figures, so we thought that a single parent might be more your speed." The man that walked in was not what Hal expected.
"Hello, Hal. It's nice to meet you." The man said with an emotionless face. "Can we have a moment alone?" He asked. The Social worked smiled and nodded, before leaving the room. Thomas walked over to the door and made sure the woman wasn't looking in. She had gone to get a coffee "Alright, Hal, let me level with you, i'm not a foster parent." He said.
"Thank god?" Hal asked with a confused expression. "Or is this one of those "Waking up in a bathtub full of ice without my liver" things?" Thomas stared at him, not understanding what he was saying.
"I'm like you." He said, completely ignoring what Hal had just asked. He showed him the Golden Ring
"I... Don't know..."
"In brightest day, in blackest night..." Thomas said.
"You know? Are you a Green Lantern too?" He asked.
"No, you are THE Green Lantern. I'm the Gold Lantern."
"Gold is so much cooler than green..." Hal sighed.
"I was the leader of the Lanterns until recently, when your predecessor was killed. The Rings look for those most worthy to wield them. You have been chosen. If you want to know more, then you tell that social worker that you're happy to come home with me... If you want me to take the ring and give it to someone else, give you your life back, I can do that... Your choice." For Hal, time stopped. What the hell was he supposed to do? If he went with this man then he was opening up the pandora's box that he couldn't close... The door opened and Hal launched himself into Thomas' arms, embracing him in a hug.
"I love you, daddy!" He yelled. The Social Worker dropped her coffee.
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Name: Michael Morbius
Hero Name: N/A
Known Alias': The Vampire of Gotham
Age: 32
Mutant Vampire: Morbius' powers stem from his research into adapting the supernatural properties of monsters into humans. Although, he himself is more of a mutant due to his DNA being crossed with that of a Vampire-Bat, as well as a little bit of Vampire blood, rather than the blood curse of Nosforatu, he nonetheless shares certain powers commonly associated with the Homonus Nocturni.
*Super Strength: Even at his weakest, he is still easily able to lift a ton over his head.
*Super Durability: Like most vampires, conventional weapons have little effect on his body. Bullets can stun him and cause him great deals of pain, but can't kill him. He is also incredibly resistant to blunt-force-trauma.
*Super Speed: Whereas not able to outrun a speeding bullet, he is able to outrun any non-powered human, his top speed is around 40mph.
*Super Stamina: Due to his blood being different, his body produces little in the way of fatigue toxins, allowing him to push his maximum potential for hours at a time, without rest.
*Supernatural Reflexes: Whilst not Spider-Senses, he is able to react to stimuli almost 20x faster than the average human.
*Acute senses: Due to his increased physical traits, it has yielded amazing superhuman senses. He can see in the dark, his sense of smell is better than most dogs, his hearing is on the level of a Bat's.
*Super Regenerative Healing: Although not as amazing as Wolverine's, his healing rate is beyond most any naturally occuring creature. He recovers from simple cuts and scratches in minutes. And, although not good enough to regrow internal organs, he can regrow lost limbs if he can rest for about a week.
*Claws and Teeth: Like any vampire, he must feast on fresh blood 2-3 times a week to keep his strength. To help him with this, his canines have increased in size, as has his finger-nails into razor-sharp claws.
*Immunity to Typical Vampire Weaknesses: Unlike typical vampires, he is uneffected by holy symbols, silver and oak weapons or sunlight.
*Blood Absorption: Possibly Morbius' most interesting power. His blood is hungry, it needs to consume more blood and is not against turning on itself. If he doesn't drink blood for long enough, he will die a very painful death as his body consumes itself. However, this does have its advantages. His blood only takes on the most desirable traits of whatever it consumes. Essentially, he can gain the powers of beings that he consumes the blood of. Generally this can happen purely at random. If he bites superman, he doesn't necessarily gain the entire kryptonian physiology, but it might give him Heat Vision or Super Breath or Flight.
Genius Level Intellect: Before this whole Vampire business, Morbius was the foremost authorities on genetics on all of Greece. He has retained his vast knowledge, despite his transformation.
*Super Strength: Even at his weakest, he is still easily able to lift a ton over his head.
*Super Durability: Like most vampires, conventional weapons have little effect on his body. Bullets can stun him and cause him great deals of pain, but can't kill him. He is also incredibly resistant to blunt-force-trauma.
*Super Speed: Whereas not able to outrun a speeding bullet, he is able to outrun any non-powered human, his top speed is around 40mph.
*Super Stamina: Due to his blood being different, his body produces little in the way of fatigue toxins, allowing him to push his maximum potential for hours at a time, without rest.
*Supernatural Reflexes: Whilst not Spider-Senses, he is able to react to stimuli almost 20x faster than the average human.
*Acute senses: Due to his increased physical traits, it has yielded amazing superhuman senses. He can see in the dark, his sense of smell is better than most dogs, his hearing is on the level of a Bat's.
*Super Regenerative Healing: Although not as amazing as Wolverine's, his healing rate is beyond most any naturally occuring creature. He recovers from simple cuts and scratches in minutes. And, although not good enough to regrow internal organs, he can regrow lost limbs if he can rest for about a week.
*Claws and Teeth: Like any vampire, he must feast on fresh blood 2-3 times a week to keep his strength. To help him with this, his canines have increased in size, as has his finger-nails into razor-sharp claws.
*Immunity to Typical Vampire Weaknesses: Unlike typical vampires, he is uneffected by holy symbols, silver and oak weapons or sunlight.
*Blood Absorption: Possibly Morbius' most interesting power. His blood is hungry, it needs to consume more blood and is not against turning on itself. If he doesn't drink blood for long enough, he will die a very painful death as his body consumes itself. However, this does have its advantages. His blood only takes on the most desirable traits of whatever it consumes. Essentially, he can gain the powers of beings that he consumes the blood of. Generally this can happen purely at random. If he bites superman, he doesn't necessarily gain the entire kryptonian physiology, but it might give him Heat Vision or Super Breath or Flight.
Genius Level Intellect: Before this whole Vampire business, Morbius was the foremost authorities on genetics on all of Greece. He has retained his vast knowledge, despite his transformation.
Vampiric Weaknesses: Due to being partially vampiric, he does have several of the problems that go along with it.
Vampiric Hunger:that he MUST feast on living blood at least 2-3 times a week. The main problem is that other animals can sustain him, but he must feast on human blood at least once a week or he slowly loses his sanity until he is forced to feast.
Garlic allergy: This one isn't strictly related to his vampiric abilities, he has always suffered from a mild allergy to Garlic. Ironic, isn't it?
Sunlight sensitivity: Unlike other vampires that explode when sunlight hits them, Morbius finds that exposure to sunlight makes his skin hypersensitive. Mild cuts that he would otherwise ignore are now agonizingly painful. Punches from some punk feel like being shot.
Sense-Overstimulation: Having superior sight, smell and hearing can come at a disadvantage. Although sunlight doesn't hurt him, he finds it difficult to see in the sun, he also finds his skin becoming more sensitive during the day. Certain smells can overpower him and sounds that would be annoying to a human might be deafening to him.
Little Formal Combat Training: Despite being incredibly strong, he has little in the way of actual combat experience, in battle, he rellies fully on his powers to carry him.
Minimal Firearms training: He has fired a number of guns in his time as a vampire slayer, but he is far from a marksman.
Vampiric Hunger:that he MUST feast on living blood at least 2-3 times a week. The main problem is that other animals can sustain him, but he must feast on human blood at least once a week or he slowly loses his sanity until he is forced to feast.
Garlic allergy: This one isn't strictly related to his vampiric abilities, he has always suffered from a mild allergy to Garlic. Ironic, isn't it?
Sunlight sensitivity: Unlike other vampires that explode when sunlight hits them, Morbius finds that exposure to sunlight makes his skin hypersensitive. Mild cuts that he would otherwise ignore are now agonizingly painful. Punches from some punk feel like being shot.
Sense-Overstimulation: Having superior sight, smell and hearing can come at a disadvantage. Although sunlight doesn't hurt him, he finds it difficult to see in the sun, he also finds his skin becoming more sensitive during the day. Certain smells can overpower him and sounds that would be annoying to a human might be deafening to him.
Little Formal Combat Training: Despite being incredibly strong, he has little in the way of actual combat experience, in battle, he rellies fully on his powers to carry him.
Minimal Firearms training: He has fired a number of guns in his time as a vampire slayer, but he is far from a marksman.
Equipment:
*Stakes (Oak, designed to kill vampires)
*Holy Water (A weakness of most unholy creatures)
*Luger P08 (For dealing with familiars, it belonged to his Grandfather who used it in WWI.)
*Revolver with Silver Bullets (Belongs to Rachael)
Appearance: Morbius is 6'1, with grey skin, sunken eyes and nose, along with pointed ears. His face resembling some kind of Bat. His choice of garb is a black jumpsuit that helped him blend in when stalking Vampires, but now wears a trenchcoat over it, along with a hat, so that he can turn up the collar and easily hide his face when forced to walk around in public. His eyes are huge and his sclera is red
Known Affiliations: None, yet.
Morbius' wife and a descendant of Abraham Van Helsing, the first man to defeat Dracula. Ever since she was a young girl, she has been trained to hunt and kill vampires. During one trip to Germany, she saved a lowly scientist who became infatuated with her. She married him, went on adventures with him and planned to have a baby with him... Until fate decided to turn against them. She lost the baby, then became incredibly sick. She is currently laying in a chemically induced coma.
Jubilation Lee, known to her friends as Jubilee, she was the daughter of a pair of rich chinese moguls, living in America. The Head of the gymnastics team, a cheerleader for the football team and also a dab-hand at chess. Then the fateful weekend came. Her parents went on a trip to Hong-Kong and she threw a house party. She was just getting close to Brad the captain of the Football team, when she felt something welling inside of her... And the next thing she knew, the house was on fire. Escaping outside, she couldn't contain herself, the "fireworks" blasting everywhere. Her parents had lost everything in a stock market crash and when they found that she had destroyed the house, they threw her out.
Alone and on the busy streets, she was quickly found by a very nice man who took her in, unfortunately, this turned out to be a trap, when he took her straight to his boss, a large, hulking monstrosity that bit her neck and drained her blood, before throwing her back onto the streets. She slowly went nuts and began eating people. Eventually, she made her way to Los Angeles, where a good Vampire managed to give her a Gypsie Amulet that suppresses the demon inside of her, allowing her to keep her power, but keep the demon out of the driving seat.
Once refered to as "Angelus, the Scourge of Europe" and "The Demon with the Face of an Angel" he was the most sadistic killer known to the vampire community. He took great pleasure in slaughtering whole towns, as well as corrupting religious figures and then turning them. Angelus' rampage came to an end in the late 1800's, when he slaughtered a village of gypsies. Before the elder died, she bestowed a curse on him, to return his soul to him, to allow him to know remorse and anguish over everyone that he had slaughtered, but to never allow him to know happiness. If he ever knew true happiness, then the curse would be broken and he would return to his mindless killing. With his newfound soul, he began to seek a way to repay the immense debt that Angelus had racked up. He moved to Los Angeles and set up a private detective agency, specifically for the paranormal.
He makes a point of helping out Vampires that were good people in life. He also helps Vampire Hunters.
James Ewell Brown Stuart, the legendary Confederate commander. Everyone knows the story. Born in Laurel Hill, Patrick County, Virginia on the 6th of February 1833 and was later enrolled at West Point military academy. Commissioned in 1854 second lieutenant of cavalry. He later married Flora Cooke the daughter of Colonel Philip St George Cooke. The couple had two children Jeb Stuart, Jr. and Virginia Stuart. The name Jeb would be carried down the generations of his decedents. At the outbreak of the Civil War, J.E.B fought in the Battle of Bull Run. He was put in command of the Confederate Cavalry under General Robert E. Lee but was fatally wounded in 1864 at Yellow Tavern, Virginia, during the Battle of Richmond.
What many people don't know is that Jeb may have died, but his soul didn't pass. He continued to fight for America, even after his body was destroyed. During the many wars since, American tank-crews have reported that, in times of dire need, they would hear the sounds of bugles, before a ghostly apparition took control of their tank and began to use it with super-human accuracy, the hull bouncing shells that should have penetrated, the gun piercing armour that it never should have and the vehicle moving at speeds it just isn't capable of. Most recently, a single M3-Lee has been reported on the boarder of Kasnia, hunting down attempted Kasnian incursions into the surrounding countries. Kasnian jets have hit the tank with everything they can and it hasn't made so much as a dent.
The Creature Commandos are an elite group of monsters that work as soldiers of fortune. Formerly members of the US Marine Corps, they distinguished themselves in the European theater in WWII and then again during Vietnam, however, recently, they have gone off the reservation, refusing to answer to the higher ups. To the US Military, they are deserters, to everyone else, they are heroes. If you have a problem, if no-one else can help you, maybe you can hire them. The current members are:
Pvt. Warren Griffith - Warren was a simple, stuttering, timid farm boy who was mauled half to death by a werewolf. Taken in by the US government, he was given several injections that stabilized the transformation, now he is perpetually stuck in Wolf Form.
J.A.K.E. - Also known as G.I. Robot, he was created by the late Professor Thompson of MIT. He was designed to replace humans in the battlefield, but in order to test him, he was sent into Nazi-controlled Europe with the Creature Commandoes. Even though he lacks a true personality, over the years, he has learned to understand humour, as well as spout one-liners, regardless of whether he knows what they mean or not.
Dr. Myrra Rhodes - Also known as Dr. Medusa. After inhaling strange fumes, she grew snakes for hair and became a Gorgon, she can turn people to stone by looking them straight in the eyes.
Pvt. Elliot "Lucky" Taylor - Lucky was a basic soldier, good background, used to play Football. After joining the Army, he took part in the African Campaign and barely survived stepping on a mine. He was stitched back together against his will, so he resembles Frankenstein's monster and has damaged vocal cords.
Sgt. Vincent Velcro - Velcro volunteered for a super-soldier project in order to commute a 30-year sentence in the brig for crippling an officer. The serum turned him into something that resembles a vampire, growing immense wings and requiring to feed on blood to survive.
Cpl. Khalis - A mummy who serves as the team medic. Her origin and abilities are classified/unknown.
Cpt. John "Hannibal" Smith - Hannibal is a military genius and the only unmutated human in the group. He is a master of disguise and is almost always seen with his trademarked black leather gloves and a cigar in his mouth.
Not much is known about HOI, other than the fact that they are a scientist and considered an expert on McGregor's Syndrome. HOI has possible connections to orginized crime or may even be a super-person.
Alejandra is a Vampire Slayer and Occult Expert in Nicuragua. She is an old friend of Rachael and Michael that they met on their trip around the world.
Born in Hell on the plane of Drakulon. After a successful attempt to escape hell, he made his way to the mortal realm and possessed Vladimir III of Wallachia, turning the man into the legendary "Count Dracula" Although he isn't the first vampire, he is recognized by many as the King of all Vampires, and wisest of their number. He is strong, fast, cunning and one of the most dangerous opponents that anyone could face.
Even though Dracula is considered the foremost vampire, this is because few know about Varnae. Varnae was the very first vampire. Heralding from ancient Atlantis, before it sank, Varnae was a great scholar, who discovered how to talk to demons. No one knows exactly what happened next, but most who know his story believe that he sunk Atlantis with his power. He cut a bloody swath cross Europe, Africa and Asia, with every creature he consumed, he became stronger and stronger, eventually, he stopped resembling a human. But time has taken a heavy toll on him. Although he is, without a doubt, one of, if not the, strong vampires that ever lived, his mind has failed him. He has no real focus, wanders aimlessly, every so often, he comes up with a world conquering plan, but if he gets distracted, he will forget the plan completely. His followers bring him fresh meat, because he can't even hunt by himself without forgetting where he is and just starting to mindlessly slaughter all around him.
Simon Stroud is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. that is working the case to try and hunt down the man that HOI has been talking with.
Basilisk was born Wayne Gifford. Wayne was a normal kid, growing up in suburbia, until he fell in with drugs. Eventually, the drugs lead him to a cult that worshipped a demon called "The Basilisk" and he helped to free it from hell. Basilisk possessed Wayne and gave him immense power. He can paralyse a man by staring them in the eyes and can spit a powerful venomous acid.
Character Basis: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morbius,_the_Li…
List of Reimagined traits:
*Morbius in this rendition is German, not Greek.
*Morbius isn't looking for a cure for his own vampirism, more that he's looking for a cure for his wife. Speaking of which, one of the differences is that he is married.
*In this, he has no specific links to Spider-Man, other than the fact that he did work for the German Oscorp division.
*For this, i'm going to be using the Vampire rules from "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" in that Vampires are humans that are possessed by Demons, the biting process injects a special venom that grants immense power to the infected, but the bite also leaves a special demonic charm that calls a minor demon to possess the host, meaning that those who are infused with Vampire blood through a less conventional method aren't possessed and retain their humanity.
Story Overview: Michael was born in Stuttgart, Germany. his father, a philosopher and mother a Doctor, he took more after his mother, growing up fascinated in the ways of science, he was constantly at odds with his father, who had always wanted his son to become a philosopher, this animosity only grew when, at the age of 13, he lost his mother to a car accident. His father and he grew very distant before he went to medical school and studied biology and biogenetics. His life seemed to be going in a good direction, that was until his first encounter with her...
Walking home from a lecture one night, he was attacked by a Vampire that beat him half to death, before attempting to turn him, before the creature could bite him, however, he was found by Rachel Van Helsing, the Vampire hunter, who slew the creature. After she saved him, he became enamoured with her and followed her, offering his assistance as a researcher. He and Rachel eventually fell in love and were married. Although Michael wasn't much of a fighter, he developed multiple new, Anti-Vampire bio-weapons for Rachel to use in her fights. He also got to meet other monsterous entities from across the world, some friendly, some not so much. One that they did find was a friendly Vampire in Los Angeles, as well as, in Egypt, a team of American Commando's made up of monsters. Eventually, Rachel fell pregnant and it seemed as though their lives were almost complete... Then one day, Rachel fell ill. She lost the baby, before soon losing her ability to breathe properly. She was diagnosed with "McGregor's Syndrome" which was thought completely incurable, but, after a bit of research, his findings brought him to someone online by the name of "HOI"
Michael and HOI corresponded for quite some time as they worked together on a cure and made some good headway, they even developed a stop-gap for stage one patients, such as Rachel, where they could put her into a medically induced coma and keep her under indefinitely. However, their working together was cut short when HOI stopped connecting and then, the funds that they were sharing in a bank account were frozen. Going underground in Greece, Michael continued to hunt vampires until he came to the realization that, perhaps, they could be the answer. Vampires contained incredible healing powers, he had never even heard of one getting sick. He managed to capture one and began to work on adapting the Vampiric genetics to synthesize a cure. But, without HOI's help, he quickly ran into walls. Specifically, he ran out of samples from Nora's advanced stage 3 and was forced to run tests on Vamprie Bats that he infected. Finally, he managed to synthesize what he believed to be a mutagen that would give humans the healing factor of Vampires, with no other choice, his first test subject was himself. What happened next, he had no idea, but when he came to, he was surrounded by a dead biker gang and he had mutated...
Getting home, he looked in the mirror to find himself horrifically mutated and with a taste for blood... Not wanting to accept what he was, a full-blooded vampire, he grabbed a silver stake and drove it through his own heart. He waited and waited, but death didn't come for him. He threw himself into the sun, but again, death was no-where to be seen. After some quick tests, he found that he wasn't a vampire in the typical sense. He was... Something else... He tried to correspond with several other scientists that he knew, but nobody was willing to return his messages. Those that were quickly stopped replying as soon as he brought the word "Vampire" into the conversation. HOI finally came back online and he arranged to finally meet HOI.
*Camera shakes a little as it is put onto the stand. A handsome man sits down in front of it, his face clearly bruised and scratched.* "Hi, guys, it's me again. I know that you guys are only here to hear my thesis on the integration of Animal DNA into humans, but i need to tell you about this... I just got attacked by a Vampire. I know, right, it's crazy, but i was saved by..." He looked up and his eyes fluttered. "Ahhh... The prettiest woman you have ever seen." He then composed himself. "Look, i know that this sounds insane, but i need to meet her again." He sat, trying to figure out what to say. "To hell with this, i'm going to find her, right now, i'll keep searching till i do so. I need to meet her again." He pressed a button on the back of the recorder and it shut off.
*The Camera turns on to reveal the man covered in scratches* "I'm sorry, i should have told you all about this in advance, but..." he grinned a joyful grin. "I've just killed a vampire. Like, stake through the heart and everything! Can you believe it? I mean, i thought i'd be covered in blood, but it just turns to ash the moment you kill the bastards." He shook visibly in excitement. "I've never felt so alive!!!!! Oh, yeah, i found the girl again and she agreed to meet me tomorrow night. I need to shower. Bye!" *The camera turned off*
*The camera turns on to reveal the same man with his wounds healed.* "Sorry for not replying for the last few months, i've been really busy. I found her, her name is Rachel and... Well, i don't want to say we're dating, but-" At that point, the door opened and the pretty blond woman walked in.
"Hey, Mike, i've been looking over the blueprints of your UV Grenades and... Are you recording a Vlog?" the man grabbed the camera.
"No!" He replied as it turns off.
*The camera turns on to see the man now with a full beard.* "Well, this has been a crazy as hell year... Rache is sleeping, it was a hell of a honeymoon... Oh yeah." he revealed his wedding ring to the camera. "You would not believe HALF of the shit i have seen travelling around the world. Met some really nice guys and gals in Egypt, killed a LOT of Vampires. Met a... Well, let's just say a crazy old war vet in Russia. Really nice guy..."
"Come to bed, Mike..." A sultry voice cooed. The man shrugged, before reaching behind the camera and it turning off.
*The camera turns on as Michael is carrying a box* "Hey, Rache, it does still work." He said. "Well, here it is, our new house. I got a promtion at the lab, i'm now a team leader, so now we can afford the space." He carried the box into the bedroom, before he pointed it at Rachel "Say something funny." He said. She laughed, then held up a long object with 2 red stripes on it. "The hell is that?" *The camera tumbled to the ground as the box also smashed to the floor and the camera cut out*
*The camera turned on and the man slumped down into the chair in front of the camera. He had a bottle of whisky in his hands.* "I..." He staired at the camera for a solid minute. "W..." He buried his face in his hands as the sounds of soft sobbing could be heard. "So... I'm just gonna come out and say it. We lost th-" At that point, he broke down and started to bawl his eyes out. "Fuck..." He groaned. He turned the camera off.
*The camera turned on to find the man with bags under his eyes.* "Rachel has been... Tired... Coughing... I thought it was just the miscarriage... Just got the results back... McGregor's syndrome." He took a long drag on a cigarette. "No cure..." He took another long drag. "Now, there is good news and bad news... The good news is that i have found the foremost authority on McGregor's Syndrome. We've had a good, long talk and i have found a way to stabilize her. We've managed to put her into a sustained chemically induced coma that is keeping her in a form of stasis, The tumor isn't growing, but she can't remain conscious." He took another long drag of the cigarette. "The man... I think it's a Man... Anyway, his name is HOI. Claims that he can't say anything about who he is." He swore under his breath. "I REALLY don't want to get into the proverbial bed with this man. But he claims to be the foremost authority on McGregor's syndrome and has given me access to an immense wealth of resources... What choice do i have?" He then turned off the camera.
*The Camera was facing vampire tied down to a table as Michael took blood, it thrashed around as he backed off, then immediately, it turned to see several Bat's in cages with Morbius injecting them with a substance. Several more reels of him stabbing them. He wiped away the blood, before finally stabbing a last one that screamed, but seconds later, had healed. He stabbed it again, before looking into the bat's eyes. He saw it follow the finger. He then threw his arms up in the air.*
*He turned on the camera and sat down. "Uuuuuhhh... Right... HOI has gone dark and our assets have been frozen... This no doubt means that the money was stolen and the police will be coming for me soon. I've been forced underground... And now..." He pulled a out a syringe. "After 10 successful animal tests in a row... It's ready as it can ever be." He stared into it. "If this works... We'll be immortal... And maybe i can save HOI..." He smiled a little, then proceeded to tie a band around his arm, before searching for a vein. "One small step for man... One giant leap for mankind..." He pressed the serum into his arm and pressed the plunger. He then grabbed his arm. "FFFFFuck..." He groaned. He then fell to the ground and a demonic roar could be heard as he smashed the Camera over. The camera caught his eyes turn red before it cut out.
*The Camera was close to his face as he turned it on.* "My god... What have i done?" He asked as he looked into the hideous face "I... I am... A MONSTER!!!" He roared before smashing the camera.
*The Gotham News starts* "Hello, it's the news at 6 and i am your host Gordon Godfrey. Tonight on GCN." *The footage shows a football star scoring a touchdown* "The Gotham Knights have done it again with their 7th consecutive win of the season, details at 7." *The footage then showed a boat on its side, beached in the harbour* "But our main story, a Greek freighter has washed up on the shores of Gotham Harbour in the early hours of the morning, all onboard dead. We now go live to Vicki Vale for more details. Vicki?" *The camera cuts to a side-by-side shot with Godfrey and Vicki, who was at the port, standing near the boat.*
"Thanks Gordon, yes, it's a harrowing scene here at Gotham Waterfront as a small freighter washes up on shore with all hands lost. All of the bodies were still onboard and all crew was accounted for, the police are currently investigating the possibility of Piracy." Gordon nodded.
"Yes, but what about the rumours of the neck bites?" Gordon asked. Vicki froze for a second, before gulping and looking at someone behind the camera.
"Umm, yes. Yes, unsubstantiated rumours from the coroner's office say that all of the victims were found drained of their blood and puncture wounds on their neck." She looked annoyed. Gordon smiled.
"We also bring you the following footage, taken from the first responders on the scene." The footage was shakey as a dock worker ran towards the boat.
"Holy s**t, f****n' look at this f****n' thing. YO NIKO, CALL THE COASTGUARD, AMBULANCE, FIRE AND RESCUE, F****N' SUPERMAN, JUST GET SOMEONE OUT HERE!!!" The man continued running, as the shaky camera showed some kind of shadowy figure was seen against the moonlit backdrop. "Yo is that the f****n' Batman?! YO NIKO, I F****N' TOLD YOU HE WAS REAL!!!" He called, the man continued to run towards the ship. "Yo, Batman, me and the boys are here to help, whadya need?" At that point, the Shadowy figure began to run off down the beach at inhuman speeds. "BATMAN!!! WHERE YOU GOIN'?!"
"The footage has been making waves online, but with the confirmation of the neck-bites, the figure is coming to be known as "The Gotham Vampire" and several groups have already put out cash rewards for any information that will lead to the figure's capture."
*The Camera turns on to reveal the man covered in scratches* "I'm sorry, i should have told you all about this in advance, but..." he grinned a joyful grin. "I've just killed a vampire. Like, stake through the heart and everything! Can you believe it? I mean, i thought i'd be covered in blood, but it just turns to ash the moment you kill the bastards." He shook visibly in excitement. "I've never felt so alive!!!!! Oh, yeah, i found the girl again and she agreed to meet me tomorrow night. I need to shower. Bye!" *The camera turned off*
*The camera turns on to reveal the same man with his wounds healed.* "Sorry for not replying for the last few months, i've been really busy. I found her, her name is Rachel and... Well, i don't want to say we're dating, but-" At that point, the door opened and the pretty blond woman walked in.
"Hey, Mike, i've been looking over the blueprints of your UV Grenades and... Are you recording a Vlog?" the man grabbed the camera.
"No!" He replied as it turns off.
*The camera turns on to see the man now with a full beard.* "Well, this has been a crazy as hell year... Rache is sleeping, it was a hell of a honeymoon... Oh yeah." he revealed his wedding ring to the camera. "You would not believe HALF of the shit i have seen travelling around the world. Met some really nice guys and gals in Egypt, killed a LOT of Vampires. Met a... Well, let's just say a crazy old war vet in Russia. Really nice guy..."
"Come to bed, Mike..." A sultry voice cooed. The man shrugged, before reaching behind the camera and it turning off.
*The camera turns on as Michael is carrying a box* "Hey, Rache, it does still work." He said. "Well, here it is, our new house. I got a promtion at the lab, i'm now a team leader, so now we can afford the space." He carried the box into the bedroom, before he pointed it at Rachel "Say something funny." He said. She laughed, then held up a long object with 2 red stripes on it. "The hell is that?" *The camera tumbled to the ground as the box also smashed to the floor and the camera cut out*
*The camera turned on and the man slumped down into the chair in front of the camera. He had a bottle of whisky in his hands.* "I..." He staired at the camera for a solid minute. "W..." He buried his face in his hands as the sounds of soft sobbing could be heard. "So... I'm just gonna come out and say it. We lost th-" At that point, he broke down and started to bawl his eyes out. "Fuck..." He groaned. He turned the camera off.
*The camera turned on to find the man with bags under his eyes.* "Rachel has been... Tired... Coughing... I thought it was just the miscarriage... Just got the results back... McGregor's syndrome." He took a long drag on a cigarette. "No cure..." He took another long drag. "Now, there is good news and bad news... The good news is that i have found the foremost authority on McGregor's Syndrome. We've had a good, long talk and i have found a way to stabilize her. We've managed to put her into a sustained chemically induced coma that is keeping her in a form of stasis, The tumor isn't growing, but she can't remain conscious." He took another long drag of the cigarette. "The man... I think it's a Man... Anyway, his name is HOI. Claims that he can't say anything about who he is." He swore under his breath. "I REALLY don't want to get into the proverbial bed with this man. But he claims to be the foremost authority on McGregor's syndrome and has given me access to an immense wealth of resources... What choice do i have?" He then turned off the camera.
*The Camera was facing vampire tied down to a table as Michael took blood, it thrashed around as he backed off, then immediately, it turned to see several Bat's in cages with Morbius injecting them with a substance. Several more reels of him stabbing them. He wiped away the blood, before finally stabbing a last one that screamed, but seconds later, had healed. He stabbed it again, before looking into the bat's eyes. He saw it follow the finger. He then threw his arms up in the air.*
*He turned on the camera and sat down. "Uuuuuhhh... Right... HOI has gone dark and our assets have been frozen... This no doubt means that the money was stolen and the police will be coming for me soon. I've been forced underground... And now..." He pulled a out a syringe. "After 10 successful animal tests in a row... It's ready as it can ever be." He stared into it. "If this works... We'll be immortal... And maybe i can save HOI..." He smiled a little, then proceeded to tie a band around his arm, before searching for a vein. "One small step for man... One giant leap for mankind..." He pressed the serum into his arm and pressed the plunger. He then grabbed his arm. "FFFFFuck..." He groaned. He then fell to the ground and a demonic roar could be heard as he smashed the Camera over. The camera caught his eyes turn red before it cut out.
*The Camera was close to his face as he turned it on.* "My god... What have i done?" He asked as he looked into the hideous face "I... I am... A MONSTER!!!" He roared before smashing the camera.
*The Gotham News starts* "Hello, it's the news at 6 and i am your host Gordon Godfrey. Tonight on GCN." *The footage shows a football star scoring a touchdown* "The Gotham Knights have done it again with their 7th consecutive win of the season, details at 7." *The footage then showed a boat on its side, beached in the harbour* "But our main story, a Greek freighter has washed up on the shores of Gotham Harbour in the early hours of the morning, all onboard dead. We now go live to Vicki Vale for more details. Vicki?" *The camera cuts to a side-by-side shot with Godfrey and Vicki, who was at the port, standing near the boat.*
"Thanks Gordon, yes, it's a harrowing scene here at Gotham Waterfront as a small freighter washes up on shore with all hands lost. All of the bodies were still onboard and all crew was accounted for, the police are currently investigating the possibility of Piracy." Gordon nodded.
"Yes, but what about the rumours of the neck bites?" Gordon asked. Vicki froze for a second, before gulping and looking at someone behind the camera.
"Umm, yes. Yes, unsubstantiated rumours from the coroner's office say that all of the victims were found drained of their blood and puncture wounds on their neck." She looked annoyed. Gordon smiled.
"We also bring you the following footage, taken from the first responders on the scene." The footage was shakey as a dock worker ran towards the boat.
"Holy s**t, f****n' look at this f****n' thing. YO NIKO, CALL THE COASTGUARD, AMBULANCE, FIRE AND RESCUE, F****N' SUPERMAN, JUST GET SOMEONE OUT HERE!!!" The man continued running, as the shaky camera showed some kind of shadowy figure was seen against the moonlit backdrop. "Yo is that the f****n' Batman?! YO NIKO, I F****N' TOLD YOU HE WAS REAL!!!" He called, the man continued to run towards the ship. "Yo, Batman, me and the boys are here to help, whadya need?" At that point, the Shadowy figure began to run off down the beach at inhuman speeds. "BATMAN!!! WHERE YOU GOIN'?!"
"The footage has been making waves online, but with the confirmation of the neck-bites, the figure is coming to be known as "The Gotham Vampire" and several groups have already put out cash rewards for any information that will lead to the figure's capture."
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Master Bruce Winged Freak
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Name: Peter Parker
Hero Name: Spider-Man
Known Aliases: Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, The Human Spider, Spidey, Wallcrawler, Webslinger, Menace
Age: 16
Powers: A genetically mutated spider transformed Peter's DNA into that of a human/arachnid hybrid, giving him the abilities proportionate to that of a spider. These powers include the ability to stick to any solid surface, superhuman strength, agility and reflexes, a biological survival sense that warns Peter of impending danger, and an organic pair of wrist spinnerets that secrete a tensile silk.
Equipment
Spider-Suit: Put together from the ground up using salvaged bits of technology, the head-to-toe bodysuit that Peter wears in the field is based on his amateur wrestling gear, which consisted of a red jumper and a light blue hoodie. The advanced costume is designed to help Peter navigate throughout New York, easily take advantage of his ability to stick to walls, tune the mask's two-way mirror lenses to a variety of settings, and even protrude a gliding mechanism for emergencies.
Web-Shooters: Originally built as a container to house his own webbing samples for research purposes, Peter's outfitted these wrist-mounted devices to allow him to control his webbing with precision accuracy. Without them, he can still spin simple webs and traverse an area with ease. With them, however, he can pull of considerably more difficult stunts, such as catching a falling demolition crane, snatching up several criminals at once, and creating "impact webbing" - Peter's go-to for offense.
Spidey-App: Created by Peter himself, the encrypted phone application turns any common smartphone into a self-capture camera, an NYPD bulletin feed, a wi-fi based tracking device, and a low-level hacking tool. It's also capable of storing up to a terabyte of data on a private server.
Appearance:
Known Affiliations:
Uncredited Photographer for The Daily Bugle
Rotating Employment At Various Shops And Restaurants
Junior At Midtown High School
Allies
May Parker: Peter's aunt and widow to his Uncle Ben. His maternal figure and guardian.
Harry Osborn: Peter's best friend, one of the few to treat him kindly.
Gwen Stacy: Peter's neighbor since childhood, his classmate and friend.
Mary Jane Watson: Harry's girlfriend and Peter's classmate, harboring a rebellious side.
Dr. Curt Connors: Peter and Gwen's science teacher, an incredibly gifted genetic biologist that left Oscorp in disgrace following an accident that severed his arm.
Otto Octavius: Considered one of the world's leading authorities on robotics and their application in the research for clean energy sources, Otto is Peter's idol. Labelled 'Doc Ock' by the press following the Oscorp incident, the doctor is determined to rebuild his career.
Quentin Beck: A fellow classmate and kindred spirit, also frequently targeted by Flash Thompson. Peter keeps trying to help Beck out, only to be shunned by the teen's aggressively anti-social demeanor.
Felicia Hardy: Peter's classmate and longtime crush, she is virtually unaware of the timid teenager's existence - and is likely never to learn of it, given Peter's responsibilities.
Mac Gargan: Gwen's boyfriend, the high school jock with a heart of gold. Considered one of the only members of Flash Thompson's clique to accept Peter, Gwen, Harry, and MJ.
Miles Morales: A senior at Midtown, Morales regularly accepts Peter's help on science tests in exchange for helping Peter out with his own achilles' heel, history. Miles' dad used to work with Peter's uncle when they owned a small business as electricians.
Liz Allan: Flash Thompson's girlfriend, daughter of Adrian Toomes. While cold to Peter in public, she's more lukewarm when Flash isn't looking, even going as far as to befriend Gwen and MJ.
Jessica Drew: Principal of Midtown High. She genuinely cares about her students and looks to keep the peace among a growing paranoia about mutants and metahumans.
Enemies
The Chameleon: A mysterious crimelord whose use of uncanny mimicry and penchant for disguises has put him at the top of the local gangs. He can appear to be anyone, making his identity unknown.
Norman Osborn: CEO of Oscorp Industries, Harry's father and a figure of controversy. His presence alone seems to draw up more trouble than anyone Peter actively fights.
Eugene 'Flash' Thompson: Peter's rival in school, and the frequent instigator of bullying against him and the other 'nerds' of Midtown since the fourth grade. If he has any likeable qualities, they're well hidden under an oafish need to step on the little guy.
The Rhino/Alex O'Hirn: A two-bit thief, and the first recurring enemy Spider-Man ever made. Possesses an abundant strength and resistance to injury, chalked largely up to his size.
The Sandman/William Baker: Former corrupt cop turned genetic freak of nature, able to control his molecules and redistribute them in a similar method to grains of sand.
The Vulture/Adrian Toomes: Part of Oscorp's VULTURE para-glider militia, Toomes commands a team outfitted with technologically advanced armored wing-suits for the sole purpose of protecting Oscorp and it's employees.
Electro/Francine Frye: Serial killer who, along with her betrothed Max Dillon, was caught in the same accident that turned Sergeant Baker into The Sandman. She now possesses latent electricity-based powers and a burning need to avenge her fallen husband.
Hammerhead/Joseph Lorenzini: The Chameleon's rival, a hot tempered crime-lord with an indestructible plate surgically grafted to his skull.
Kite-Man/Charles Brown: Kite-Man. Hell yeah.
Edward 'Eddie' Brock: A relentless reporter for The Daily Bugle who, in conjunction with shock-jock J. Jonah Jameson, looks to discredit Spider-Man at every turn. Unlike Jameson, Brock holds no shred of integrity and values fame over all else.
In-Between
J. Jonah Jameson: The television host of a nightly news program, Just The Facts With JJJ, the loud-mouthed veteran newsman regularly criticizes superbeings and metahumans from Superman to Iron Man, and everyone in between. His newest target is Spider-Man, and judging by the ratings generated from Jameson's rants against Queens' new hero, he's unlikely to stop questioning the web-slinger's intentions anytime soon...
'Stan': A mysterious figure that keeps watch over Peter from the sidelines. A man whom he's never actually met, but seems to know a great deal about Peter's life. For now, he'll remain distant...
Who Is This Character?: Really?
List Of Reimagined Traits:
There's not much in the way of reimagination for Peter himself, so much as a remix of a couple of different versions. He's basically 616 Spider-Man mixed with Ultimate, the MCU, the Raimi films, the Spectacular Spider-Man cartoon and the Insomniac Games' universe version. He's still a teenager burdened with Great Power and Great Responsibility with roughly the same origin, but he's of the year 2019.
The real change-up is how Spider-Man's origin relates to some of the villains' origins (Peter wasn't the only one affected by Oscorp's mistake) and how the supporting cast works and interacts with him. But otherwise, this is Spider-Man as purely as I can write him.
Story Overview:
Nine months ago, 15-year-old Peter Parker's life was changed forever on a class field trip. Following preliminary tests on an experimental housing chamber for negative energies discovered by Dr. Reed Richards, Oscorp Industries was promising a leap forward in future biological advancement. The kids at Midtown High were invited personally by CEO Norman Osborn, father of Midtown student, Harry, and Peter was perhaps the most excited of the group to be in attendance as robotics' expert Dr. Otto Octavius, with his specially designed robotic containment appendages, led the demonstration. But unfortunately for everyone involved, there was a breach during the active handling of the materials. Faulty equipment provided by Oscorp led to a surge of radioactive energy that, while harmless to most, did affect certain genetic materials within the nearby area. One of them happened to be a passing spider, who was spooked enough by the explosion to land on the hand of the young Parker in the midst of the crowd's panic...
Hours later, Peter awoke in the hospital to his relieved guardians, Ben and May Parker, with the news that he'd suffered little more than a bout of temporary heat exhaustion and passed out. The failure of the chamber, while an embarrassment for Oscorp, hadn't seemed to harm anyone. Even Peter's newly acquired spider-bite had been deemed non-poisonous. But there was a dramatic change happening within Peter's biochemistry that wouldn't manifest itself for weeks. After sleeping in one morning following a series of nightmares involving the arachnid, Peter awoke to realize he was late for school and hurried to meet the bus - only to accidentally jump over it and land on an adjacent wall. Discovering that he could scale the wall with ease, aswell as accidentally bend the steel girder atop the building's roof, Peter realized that he had superhuman powers.
Deciding to document his findings on Viewtube, under the moniker "HumanSpider616", Peter wore a mask as he videotaped himself performing perilous stunts - from leaping from building to building with ease to crawling the ceiling of an abandoned warehouse, lifting a car, and eventually, shooting his first web - and using it to swing across a football field. He instantly became a viral sensation, with online debates surging about whether it was all an elaborate prank or a legitimate amatuer documentary for a fledgling metahuman. For the first time in his life, Peter revelled in the attention he was receiving, but became frustrated at the fact that he couldn't tell anyone that it was his face under the mask.
When the New York State Wrestling Federation (NYSW) began to pass the videos around, the booking agent in charge of the arena found himself desperate for the same kind of publicity. Deciding to publically challenge The Human Spider with their own Heavyweight Champion, Sergei Kravinoff - known by his stage-name, Kraven The Hunter - Peter decided to take his popularity to the next level. Donning a red spandex bodysuit and a light blue hoodie to complete his attire, Peter - rechristened as The Spider-Man by the promoter - entered the ring with Kravinoff and bested him in less than three minutes, despite Kraven's immense strength and reflexes. Driven insane by the loss, Kraven publicly demanded a rematch for a cash prize, to which "Spider-Man" readily accepted.
As the excitement of his new powers corrupted Peter's sense of inferiority, his homelife began to suffer. Beginning to flirt with girls way out of his league, he engaged in a fight with life-long bully Flash Thompson and nearly shattered the teen's hand, alienating him from the rest of his class. His friendship with Gwen Stacy was briefly strained after Peter boasted about never needing to study again, convinced that he'd found his life's path without ever having to worry about college. A mentality that led to Peter dropping from straight A's to several D's, leading to an argument with his Uncle Ben. As Peter accused his uncle of trying to stifle his newfound confidence, Ben shot back with an old saying that with knowledge came a great power. And with great power, came great responsibility.
Ignoring his uncle's advice, Peter returned to the ring as Spider-Man for the rematch with Kraven. But unknown to anyone, Kraven had ingested several African herbs and stimulants that increased his strength tenfold, driving him further off the deep end as a consequence. Finding himself having to knock Kraven out before he could unleash his rage onto the crowd, Spider-Man was told never to come back, as the fight promoter blamed him for the negative press. Denied the cash prize, Peter angrily left the stadium - but not before witnessing an armed robbery at the concession stand. Allowing his pettiness to get the best of him, he simply ignored the perpetrator and walked away.
Of course, this mistake would lead to the single greatest regret of his life. A few nights later, after blowing off class for the day to continue exploring his abilities, Peter returned home to find an active crime scene outside of his house, Peter was horrified to learn that his uncle had been shot and killed during a home invasion. Assured that the suspect was cornered at a nearby shipping yard, Peter nevertheless gave into his rage and ran out, donning his Spider-Man gear and swinging to the scene. Easily overpowering the man huddled on the top floor, Peter caught a glimpse of the gunman's face - realizing that it had been the same man who robbed the stadium. Had Peter interfered when he should have, his Uncle Ben wouldn't have had to die.
And so the story goes. Taking Ben's words of great power and great responsibility to heart, Peter and his Aunt May buried him that Sunday. The following Monday night, Peter - having burned his wrestling attire, feeling it was a reminder of his failure - began to work on a different costume. He knew that if he had done the right thing with his powers, he would have been able to stop the mugger. So he promised himself that he'd never put himself above others in the use of his abilities. He'd protect the innocent whenever he could and use his gifts responsibly, no matter the cost. On that day, The Amazing Spider-Man was truly born.
Nine months later, and Peter is barely holding together his double life. While he races from job to job in order to financially support himself so that his aunt doesn't have to, a gang war is brewing between an individual calling himself The Chameleon and the ruthless crime-lord, Hammerhead. Within his personal life, Peter's friends are beginning to feel neglected, with his constant disappearances becoming harder to explain, while his grades are deteriorating even faster. And Norman Osborn has began to receive death threats from a man who's intent on carrying out his word, prompting his VULTURE strike unit to act on high alert, patrolling the skies. On the plus side, nothing can possibly get any worse...
Peter says to himself, not knowing what's coming for Peter Parker or Spider-Man.
Hours later, Peter awoke in the hospital to his relieved guardians, Ben and May Parker, with the news that he'd suffered little more than a bout of temporary heat exhaustion and passed out. The failure of the chamber, while an embarrassment for Oscorp, hadn't seemed to harm anyone. Even Peter's newly acquired spider-bite had been deemed non-poisonous. But there was a dramatic change happening within Peter's biochemistry that wouldn't manifest itself for weeks. After sleeping in one morning following a series of nightmares involving the arachnid, Peter awoke to realize he was late for school and hurried to meet the bus - only to accidentally jump over it and land on an adjacent wall. Discovering that he could scale the wall with ease, aswell as accidentally bend the steel girder atop the building's roof, Peter realized that he had superhuman powers.
Deciding to document his findings on Viewtube, under the moniker "HumanSpider616", Peter wore a mask as he videotaped himself performing perilous stunts - from leaping from building to building with ease to crawling the ceiling of an abandoned warehouse, lifting a car, and eventually, shooting his first web - and using it to swing across a football field. He instantly became a viral sensation, with online debates surging about whether it was all an elaborate prank or a legitimate amatuer documentary for a fledgling metahuman. For the first time in his life, Peter revelled in the attention he was receiving, but became frustrated at the fact that he couldn't tell anyone that it was his face under the mask.
When the New York State Wrestling Federation (NYSW) began to pass the videos around, the booking agent in charge of the arena found himself desperate for the same kind of publicity. Deciding to publically challenge The Human Spider with their own Heavyweight Champion, Sergei Kravinoff - known by his stage-name, Kraven The Hunter - Peter decided to take his popularity to the next level. Donning a red spandex bodysuit and a light blue hoodie to complete his attire, Peter - rechristened as The Spider-Man by the promoter - entered the ring with Kravinoff and bested him in less than three minutes, despite Kraven's immense strength and reflexes. Driven insane by the loss, Kraven publicly demanded a rematch for a cash prize, to which "Spider-Man" readily accepted.
As the excitement of his new powers corrupted Peter's sense of inferiority, his homelife began to suffer. Beginning to flirt with girls way out of his league, he engaged in a fight with life-long bully Flash Thompson and nearly shattered the teen's hand, alienating him from the rest of his class. His friendship with Gwen Stacy was briefly strained after Peter boasted about never needing to study again, convinced that he'd found his life's path without ever having to worry about college. A mentality that led to Peter dropping from straight A's to several D's, leading to an argument with his Uncle Ben. As Peter accused his uncle of trying to stifle his newfound confidence, Ben shot back with an old saying that with knowledge came a great power. And with great power, came great responsibility.
Ignoring his uncle's advice, Peter returned to the ring as Spider-Man for the rematch with Kraven. But unknown to anyone, Kraven had ingested several African herbs and stimulants that increased his strength tenfold, driving him further off the deep end as a consequence. Finding himself having to knock Kraven out before he could unleash his rage onto the crowd, Spider-Man was told never to come back, as the fight promoter blamed him for the negative press. Denied the cash prize, Peter angrily left the stadium - but not before witnessing an armed robbery at the concession stand. Allowing his pettiness to get the best of him, he simply ignored the perpetrator and walked away.
Of course, this mistake would lead to the single greatest regret of his life. A few nights later, after blowing off class for the day to continue exploring his abilities, Peter returned home to find an active crime scene outside of his house, Peter was horrified to learn that his uncle had been shot and killed during a home invasion. Assured that the suspect was cornered at a nearby shipping yard, Peter nevertheless gave into his rage and ran out, donning his Spider-Man gear and swinging to the scene. Easily overpowering the man huddled on the top floor, Peter caught a glimpse of the gunman's face - realizing that it had been the same man who robbed the stadium. Had Peter interfered when he should have, his Uncle Ben wouldn't have had to die.
And so the story goes. Taking Ben's words of great power and great responsibility to heart, Peter and his Aunt May buried him that Sunday. The following Monday night, Peter - having burned his wrestling attire, feeling it was a reminder of his failure - began to work on a different costume. He knew that if he had done the right thing with his powers, he would have been able to stop the mugger. So he promised himself that he'd never put himself above others in the use of his abilities. He'd protect the innocent whenever he could and use his gifts responsibly, no matter the cost. On that day, The Amazing Spider-Man was truly born.
Nine months later, and Peter is barely holding together his double life. While he races from job to job in order to financially support himself so that his aunt doesn't have to, a gang war is brewing between an individual calling himself The Chameleon and the ruthless crime-lord, Hammerhead. Within his personal life, Peter's friends are beginning to feel neglected, with his constant disappearances becoming harder to explain, while his grades are deteriorating even faster. And Norman Osborn has began to receive death threats from a man who's intent on carrying out his word, prompting his VULTURE strike unit to act on high alert, patrolling the skies. On the plus side, nothing can possibly get any worse...
Peter says to himself, not knowing what's coming for Peter Parker or Spider-Man.
Sample Post:
"Boy, there's just nothing I love more than being rained out on a swing home!"
I grumble to myself as the rain, almost as if the universe itself is sensing the wedgie building up between my soaked tights, begins pouring down to Biblical proportions over 5th Avenue. On a Wednesday afternoon. Funny enough, I checked the weather on my phone as I was leaving for work this morning. Sunny skies! Not a cloud in them! High of 87!
Now I know how the Yankees feel. Except, you know, I've probably got a better shot of winning the championship than them. Blindfolded, with one hand tied behind my back and no powers. They suck, is what I'm saying to myself. Why am I saying this to myself?
"Because I'm a sad, strange little man..."
Aunt May always tells me to think of all the best things in my life on days like this, where it's not so much raining cats and dogs as dumping entire buckets of zoos onto the rooftops ahead of me. Uncle Ben used to double down on that one with, "Son, for every rainy day in life, you get to enjoy years of sunshine."
Probably a good time to note that neither of them ever had to get into fights people who can actually control the weather, but hey, I'm just internally venting here. Poking my hand out infront of me in a vain attempt to see if it's somehow calmed in the forty seconds since I started on the Yankees analogy, I pull back my glove to look at my watch. Gwen and Harry wanted to see a movie tonight, and I said sure, as long as it's a matinee showing. Looks like someone's paying full price for sticking his foot in his mouth.
"Who am I kidding? That's practically my side career!", I say to myself, preparing to fire out a webline to brave the storm. "Eh, well. At least no matter what, I'm having a better day than Sandman."
Just as I say that, the distinct sound of an explosion rings out across Manhattan. My Spider-Sense buzzes loud enough to cause me to jump out from under my perch, somersault upwards, and land on the scaffolding above.
"I think I liked it better when the rain was my enemy..."
With alarms blaring from what appears to be the Fifth National Bank, I sigh to myself and briefly consider sending Gwen an apology text. But then I remember that I don't have my phone. Because I'm wearing wet, skintight underpants that can barely even hold spare change.
"Whelp, Parker. You wanted a change of pace from a lousy rainy afternoon."
Firing off a webline, the rain becomes something of a pelting series of windy scratches, as I soar high into the air and begin to fire another. Aunt May would be proud of me, because I am starting to think positively.
"Can't say you never get what you want."
Bork Lazer Chomping Time
Member
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It started when an alien device did what it did
It stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid
Now he's got superpowers he's no ordinary kid.....
It stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid
Now he's got superpowers he's no ordinary kid.....
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Name: Benjamin Kirby Tennyson
Hero Name: N/A
Known Aliases: Ben 10, Ben-Man, Watch Boy, Doofus, The Xeno
Age: Actually 10 and a Half but it wouldn't ring as well, would it?
Powers: This 10 year old can list every known B-Class fighter in the popular Sumo Slammers trading card game, lick his own elbow and survive having 20 soccer balls smashed into his face. Wait a second. You mean actual superhuman powers? Sorry if you were expecting something amazing.
Equipment
The Omnitrix : Originally belonging to his grandpa, Maxwell Tennyson, this technological watch-like device allows Ben to transform into a myriad of 'aliens'. Ben can only remain in these forms for an indeterminate duration of time before reverting back into his plain old self, otherwise dubbed by him as 'timing out'. The watch has been heavily damaged after the incident where Ben received it and thus, is extremely prone to malfunctions, transforming Ben into the wrong alien at times.
Each of Ben's aliens possesses unique and different superhuman powers and abilities from one another, allowing him to almost tackle any situation depending on what he transforms into. For now, there are currently only 10 known and discovered transformations available for Ben to access, as seen down below.
Heatblast - Pyrokinesis.
Humongousaur - Saurian Physiology and Size Enhancement
Diamondhead - Crystal Physiology and Manipulation
Eye Guy - Energy Beam Emission and 360 degree field of vision
Ghosfreak - Intangibility and Possession
Brainstorm - Enhanced Cerebral Processing and Electrokinesis
Upgrade - Technological Assimilation and Enhancement
Stinkfly - Insectoid Physiology
RAAAAATTTTTTHHHHHH - Enhanced Combat Intuition and Indomitable Rage
Echo Echo - Self-Duplication and Sound Manipulation
Much to Ben's chagrin, there is still much that he still has to learn about the secrets of the Omnitrix.
Appearance: Ben possesses the energy and exuberance of youth with grass-stained bottoms, uncombed brown hair and mischievous light green eyes. He is never seen without his signature black-striped white football shirt. In recent months, he's taken to wearing a long sleeve lime jacket to help hide the Omnitrix strapped on his right wrist.
Known Affiliations
- 6th Grade Student at Madison Elementary School
- Captain for Madison High Junior Soccer Team
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So if you see him you might be in for a big surprise
He'll turn into an alien before your very eyes
He's slimy creepy fast and shiny he's every shape and size
He'll turn into an alien before your very eyes
He's slimy creepy fast and shiny he's every shape and size
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Allies
Charmcaster/Heather Hopewell - Ben's classmate and long-time friend who he has recently found out to be a practitioner of the mystic arts. Ben finds her a kindred spirit, given that she's the only other 'weird' 10 year old in town like him.
Gwendolyn 'Gwen' Tennyson - Ben's 16 year old cousin who is currently taking a break from her studies in Harvard by spending time with her parents at Ben's hometown of Bell-wood. Despite their tensions with one another, Ben genuinely views Gwen as a surrogate sister figure as well as a role model to aspire towards.
Carl and Sandra Tennyson - Ben's loving and doting parents who try to shield Ben from their family's history with alien kind.
Jimmy Jones - Ben's junior in the 3rd grade who actively stalks and blogs Ben's vigilante exploits online.
J.T and Cash - Ben's best friends since childhood and fellow football team members at Madison Elementary. The three of them, including Ben, are virtually inseparable from one another and infamously known for being serial pranksters in Bellwood.
Julie Yamamoto - Over-pressured by her parents to excel in all fields of academic study and sport, this former junior state tennis player has become the newest member of Ben's soccer team along with becoming his new neighbor next door.
Jennifer Nocturne - Ben's classmate and an up and rising actress who has been inaugurated into Bellwood's Hall of Fame. Although as much as Ben tries to deny it, he has a hardcore crush on her.
Aloysius James Animo - Ridiculed as a crackpot theorist in the scientific community, Doctor Animo acts as Ben's science teacher in Madison Elementary. He often fills the bulk of his lessons with mad ramblings and long lectures, much to the amusement of his students.
Ignacius Baumann - The foul-tempered owner of Ben's favorite drink store and hangout area " Mr Smoothie", who is secretly the gatekeeper for the entrance to a subterranean alien society in Bellwood known as 'Undertown'.
Janitor Dox - The kindly yet mysterious caretaker of Madison's halls and refectories, whom is always looking out for Ben, even when he least expects it.
BEWARE THE TIMEWALKER
Enemies
Clancy - A homeless metahuman who roams the sewers of Bellwood. Able to telepathically command insects, which wouldn't be a problem if he didn't decide to unleash them on the population on Bellwood every once in a while.
Micheal Morningstar - A vampire warlock from a rival school, Chesterspeake, in Bellwood who is a former acquaintance of Charmcaster and vows to claim the Charms of Bezel from the sorceress.
The Circus Freak Trio - Formerly circus performers, the circus freaks are career criminal meta-humans in the mid-west, inspired loosely by the infamous Joker. With the ringleader of their group, Zombozo, locked in Blackgate Prison after an unsuccessful bank robbery, the trio have moved to Bellwood in search of new enterprises. The current group consists of Acidbreath, Frightwig and Thumbskull.
Rojo - The leader of an all-female hi-tech biker gang in Bellwood known as the Huns. Armed with top of the line alien technology, Rojo and her gang work as hired thugs for anyone who is willing to shell out enough money, whether alien or human.
The Vreedle Brothers - The equivalent of outer space red-necks, Octagon and Rhomboid Vreedle are an infamous dim-witted pair of bounty hunters armed with enough illegal alien weapons of mass destruction to make the U.S Army blush. They have recently arrived in Earth and are looking for paid work in the town of Bellwood, masquerading as human shop owners of a 7-11.
Vulkanus - A wanted Detrovitian in ten sectors and currently the defacto ruler of crime in Under-Town. Uses his position of power to provide 'protection' for the inhabitants of Undertown whilst trafficking alien technology to human criminal empires for use.
The Forever Knights - A global paramilitary religious organisation dating back to the 1200s who seek to eliminate all alien lifeforms in order to protect humanity, using a mixture of magical and alien artifacts to achieve their goals. A contingent of them has recently spread into Belltown, investigating rumours of a hidden alien enclave as well as to eliminate the vigilante known by locals as 'The Xeno'.
Overlord Vilgax of Vilgaxia - 'Former' intergalactic conqueror and war-hawk politician in the Galactic Council representing Vilgaxia's interests. Hamstrung by the Kree and numerous other alien empires in the galaxy, Vilgax seeks to find the Omnitrix and use it as a weapon in which to declare himself ruler of the entire galaxy. Krabb, Six-Six and Sunder the Searcher, members of the Bounty Hunter Guild, act as his primary enforcers and have been tasked to hunt down the Omnitrix on the planet Earth.
Will Harangue - This local radio jockey dominates the air waves with his xenophobic and conspiratorial theories about a potential alien infiltration occuring on Earth. Recent sightings of 'xenos' in Bellwood have lent credence in his claims, which Harangue seeks to capitalize on....
Noobmaster69 - A recurring enemy of Ben online who frequently trolls and harasses Ben in online gaming matches of Sumo Slammers Royale. Their score tally is currently 104-1 to him.
Who Is This Character?: To many, he's a loud-mouthed brash 10 year old. To his friends, a well-meaning 10 year old boy who wishes to be Superman. To his enemies, a nuisance. To the entire galaxy, Benjamin Kirby Tennyson is the wielder of the most powerful device in the universe.
List of Reimagined Traits: My rendition of Ben is based mostly on the narrative of the Original Series by Man of Action as well as taking major influences from Derrick J. Wyatt's run of Ben 10: Omniverse, albeit with a few twists. Ultimate Alien Force, for me, was a big step in the wrong direction for the universe, albeit with some interesting concepts that I'll be keeping for this universe such as the worldbuilding of the Plumbers and several other minor characters as well. Other shows such as Stranger Things and Gravity Falls are major influences to create this supernatural small-town vibe. This Ben still has to juggle the responsibilities of handling the Omnitrix as well as his selfish desires but without the support of figures or mentors such as Grandpa Max or Gwen.
Story Overview
One ordinary fishing trip with his grandpa was all it took for 10 year old Benjamin Kirby Tennyson’s world to completely turn upside down. A month before the start of sixth grade, Maxwell Tennyson, the estranged patriarch of the Tennyson Family, had appeared out of nowhere much to the during the twilight hours of Ben’s summer vacation, wanting to reconcile the ties that he’d broken between himself and his family. Ben eagerly jumped on Grandpa Max’s offer of a joint fishing trip at Bellwood Creek with his grandfather, in spite of his parents attempting to dissuade him from trying. In the middle of hooking mouldy cheese onto trout hooks whilst attempting not to groan at Grandpa Max’s punny jokes, Ben noticed that there was something in the sky above that looked like a shooting star, only in daylight. It was getting brighter, louder, larger and he soon realized it was coming fast towards them.
Knocked out and disoriented by the force of the landing impact, Ben found himself shielded by a protective dome of green crystal and inside along with him was a nine foot tall inhuman behemoth. Needless to say, it took some convincing for Ben to believe that Grandpa Max had transformed into an alien and that it wasn’t here to suck his brains out like in those old movies. When the dust settled, Ben spotted a spaceship within the crater and with a visitor from space. An especially hostile visitor from outer space. The alien announced himself as Psyphon, servant of some creep called Vilgax, and demanded that Max give him the ultimate weapon or that he would take it from him by force.
Bellwood served as a battlefield between Max and Psyphon.Following the battle across the town, the ten year old watched as the life slowly was beaten out of his grandpa. Twenty years ago, Psyphon wouldn’t have stood a chance against one of the most experienced wielders of the Omnitrix. However, years of using the Omnitrix had placed a toll on Max, a toll of severe chronic genetic destabilization that had sped up Max’s ageing. The alien enforcer had Max on the ground, ready to deliver the final killing blow if it wasn’t for Ben interrupting him at the last moment with a fire hydrant to the head. Ben would soon regret his act of bravery as Psyphon rounded on him, threatening to eviscerate the boy piece by piece before finishing off Max. Unfortunately, for Psyphon, he’d threatened not just anyone but Max’s grandson. The boy that he’d help raised, went on camping trips with and a second son to him. Psyphon’s threat gave Max one last rush of energy to defeat his enemy. A flash of green light later, Psyphon was nowhere to be found whilst Max Tennyson was lying on the ground heavily injured.
Dying in his grandson’s arms, Max desperately transferred the Omnitrix, damaged from battle, from himself to Ben, making his grandson swear that he would keep it safe from those that would use it for nefarious purposes. A week later, after Max’s funeral, Ben found it difficult to adjust to school life and began to shut himself off from everyone else, in an attempt to obey Max’s last words. His teachers were confused as to why the loud-mouthed, headache of a boy had suddenly become shy in class. Ben couldn’t. Worse of all, in spite of his attempts to get it off him, Ben found that the Omnitrix had become permanently attached to him. Hacksaws, drills, even acid that he’d stolen from the school’s laboratory and gotten in trouble for. Nothing would pry it off his wrist. Frustrated that he couldn’t get it off, Ben
Unfortunately, fate would force Ben into the position of being a hero when an armored alien bounty hunter by the name of Sunder the Searcher busted into the middle of his algebra test, searching for the Omnitrix. Ben transformed for the first time today and taught the bounty hunter that even though he was a child, a user of the Omnitrix was a force to be reckoned with, especially with 2000 pounds of Humongousaur fist to the face. Realizing that the Omnitrix could be used as a force for good, Ben took a new attitude towards the alien device, viewing it not as a burden but as a tool that he could use to become a hero.
The last three months have passed since his first transformation and Ben’s life has changed forever, for the better or worse. Together with Charmcaster , Ben has defends both Bellwood and the hidden alien society of Undertown from threats, both from Earth and outer space. Now, in the middle of his second semester, managing both hero time and school time has become a difficult task for Ben. A recent promotion into the role of football captain of the Madison Monsters places more responsibility than he is comfortable with. Combined with the upcoming school science fair and the recent arrival of his annoying dweeb cousin back home, Ben struggles to maintain his secret identity from both his friends and family. The presence of bounty hunters searching for the Omnitrix and the growing proliferation of alien technology among criminal gangs doesn’t help matters either.
But, no matter what, Ben definitely agrees that he would take the life of a hero over a boring life of pop quizzes and report cards.
Knocked out and disoriented by the force of the landing impact, Ben found himself shielded by a protective dome of green crystal and inside along with him was a nine foot tall inhuman behemoth. Needless to say, it took some convincing for Ben to believe that Grandpa Max had transformed into an alien and that it wasn’t here to suck his brains out like in those old movies. When the dust settled, Ben spotted a spaceship within the crater and with a visitor from space. An especially hostile visitor from outer space. The alien announced himself as Psyphon, servant of some creep called Vilgax, and demanded that Max give him the ultimate weapon or that he would take it from him by force.
Bellwood served as a battlefield between Max and Psyphon.Following the battle across the town, the ten year old watched as the life slowly was beaten out of his grandpa. Twenty years ago, Psyphon wouldn’t have stood a chance against one of the most experienced wielders of the Omnitrix. However, years of using the Omnitrix had placed a toll on Max, a toll of severe chronic genetic destabilization that had sped up Max’s ageing. The alien enforcer had Max on the ground, ready to deliver the final killing blow if it wasn’t for Ben interrupting him at the last moment with a fire hydrant to the head. Ben would soon regret his act of bravery as Psyphon rounded on him, threatening to eviscerate the boy piece by piece before finishing off Max. Unfortunately, for Psyphon, he’d threatened not just anyone but Max’s grandson. The boy that he’d help raised, went on camping trips with and a second son to him. Psyphon’s threat gave Max one last rush of energy to defeat his enemy. A flash of green light later, Psyphon was nowhere to be found whilst Max Tennyson was lying on the ground heavily injured.
Dying in his grandson’s arms, Max desperately transferred the Omnitrix, damaged from battle, from himself to Ben, making his grandson swear that he would keep it safe from those that would use it for nefarious purposes. A week later, after Max’s funeral, Ben found it difficult to adjust to school life and began to shut himself off from everyone else, in an attempt to obey Max’s last words. His teachers were confused as to why the loud-mouthed, headache of a boy had suddenly become shy in class. Ben couldn’t. Worse of all, in spite of his attempts to get it off him, Ben found that the Omnitrix had become permanently attached to him. Hacksaws, drills, even acid that he’d stolen from the school’s laboratory and gotten in trouble for. Nothing would pry it off his wrist. Frustrated that he couldn’t get it off, Ben
Unfortunately, fate would force Ben into the position of being a hero when an armored alien bounty hunter by the name of Sunder the Searcher busted into the middle of his algebra test, searching for the Omnitrix. Ben transformed for the first time today and taught the bounty hunter that even though he was a child, a user of the Omnitrix was a force to be reckoned with, especially with 2000 pounds of Humongousaur fist to the face. Realizing that the Omnitrix could be used as a force for good, Ben took a new attitude towards the alien device, viewing it not as a burden but as a tool that he could use to become a hero.
The last three months have passed since his first transformation and Ben’s life has changed forever, for the better or worse. Together with Charmcaster , Ben has defends both Bellwood and the hidden alien society of Undertown from threats, both from Earth and outer space. Now, in the middle of his second semester, managing both hero time and school time has become a difficult task for Ben. A recent promotion into the role of football captain of the Madison Monsters places more responsibility than he is comfortable with. Combined with the upcoming school science fair and the recent arrival of his annoying dweeb cousin back home, Ben struggles to maintain his secret identity from both his friends and family. The presence of bounty hunters searching for the Omnitrix and the growing proliferation of alien technology among criminal gangs doesn’t help matters either.
But, no matter what, Ben definitely agrees that he would take the life of a hero over a boring life of pop quizzes and report cards.
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Armed with the powers he's on the case
Fighting the evil from earth and space
He'll never stop till he makes them pay
Cause he's the baddest kid to ever save the day
Fighting the evil from earth and space
He'll never stop till he makes them pay
Cause he's the baddest kid to ever save the day
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He’s a kid and he wants to have fun
But when you need a superhero, he gets the job done.
With a device that he wears on his arm
He can change his shape and save the world from harm.
When lives are on the line
It’s hero time!
But when you need a superhero, he gets the job done.
With a device that he wears on his arm
He can change his shape and save the world from harm.
When lives are on the line
It’s hero time!
BEN TEN
Episode 0: 10 ‘O Clock
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“ But - but, Mom! You can’t just - ”
Mom’s narrowed glare made my throat clamp up in the middle of my whining. I wanted to turn into Stinkfly, crash through the right window and fly away. I wanted to be anywhere but here right now. However, my feet were glued to the ground by fear, fear that only a parent could invoke within a child. The rain and lightning outside didn’t help calm me down. It made me feel like I was facing the final boss in a video-game. I could have handled a squadron of Forever Knights harassing Undertown or the Huns stealing from an ATM but my Mom? What would you expect me to do? Beat her up like any old bad guy? I just stayed silent while Mom continued to roast me alive with her words.
“ No buts, mister!” Mom waggled her index finger, her face lined with dissapointment“ This is for your own good, Ben! Don’t act like its first time where you’ve arrived home late. It’s been three times already. Three. Times! And you know what three means…..”
“ Three strikes and you’re out.” I finish her sentence in a grumble. She pushes open the bedroom door and I’m greeted with the sight of my bedroom. My unwashed, dirty mess of a bedroom. Before I can react, she slips into my pocket and takes out my phone in a blink of the eye. I paw for it in the air, the phone just above my head. Crud. “ Mom! I need th-”
“ Grounded means no phone privileges, Ben!” The door closed with a slam and that was the end of it. “ Stupid mom. Stupid dad. Stupid Omnitrix…..” I paced around my room in a feverish tantrum that made me sick with anger. Patrolling both Under-Town and Bellwood at the same time just wasn't viable, especially with the fact that Vulkanus was getting too big for his britches. In the last few weeks, the Detrotivian was just being a general space invader, or in other words, aggressively expanding his territory. I swore that even Charmcaster, usually cool as a cucumber, grew a few grey hairs the last couple of weeks. Eventually, my anger mellowed down into sleepiness. He looked out through the glass into the rainy streets. Drizzle coated the window, softening and blurring everything into a world without edges like one of those pre-school finger paintings.
Just as I’m about to doze off, the sharp rap of knuckles against glass catches my attention. I roll off the bed in a tangled frenzy, blanket around my shoulder, my entire world neon-green as I pull out the Omnitrix….
“ Knock knock, doofus.”
A snide voice leaked through the window, freezing my poised right arm which was ready to slam down onto the Omnitrix. Only one person could call me doofus and get away with it, aside from Gwen. I opened the window and a soaking wet Charmcaster leaped out to tackle me in a giggling bear hug.
“ Charm, what are you doing here?” I pushed her off me. Her brown satchel, shaped like a voodoo head, hung around the shoulder of a purplish coat. She brushed away her wet sliver bangs that were covering the front of her magenta-tinted eyes, still smirking.
“ First of all..." The zipper of her bag vomited out a thick book into her waiting hand, flipping open the pages and lifting a hand to cast a spell Pannosiccum.” Both of our clothes fluttered for a moment, a sudden warm breeze entering my room and fading away in the same moment. Huh. Instant clothes-dryer. That was cool. A finger-snap alerts me back to attention.
“ As for why I'm here, I was wondering why you were here. I didn’t see you at the robbery at 6th Main, so I knew something was up by the time I had them in cuffs.”
“ Well, lucky you.”
“ Let me guess." She raised a eyebrow. " The parent patrol finally caught on, didn’t they?”
“ You shouldn’t be here. If my parents catch you - “
“ Like being busted ever stopped us before, Tennyson.” Her lavender eyes danced between the window and the Omnitrix. “ So…., are you ready to go hero?”
Her crescent grin was infectious, egging me on. I look at the time. 10 PM exactly. A trio of wailing police cars zoomed down our neighborhood street. My fingers twisted the dial reflexively, room filling with emerald light.
“ I’ve been wanting to go Echo-Echo for a while……”
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