Okay, so you know those action movies that are really cheesy and no one likes them? My life is sort of like that. My life is cheesy and nobody likes me. Double score. Hurray for me. My name is Henry Welson, but of course, you wouldn't care. Nobody cares about the 113 pound, 16 year old boy with the glasses and brown, sunken eyes, right along with the messy black hair sitting in the corner. Everybody hates him, oh wait, that's me. Henry Welson, nerdy glasses kid. I mean, what did I do to make everybody dislike me? Well, I'm glad you asked. Here's the short version of it: I accidentally wet myself during a test in the third grade. I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom during the test, which was about 2 hours long. If you want the juicy, messed up version of it, go ask one of my friends, oh, wait, I don't have any. Go ask the bullies or popular students instead. And the worst part of every day is me looking at myself in the mirror. You would think this would be a regular old, boring story, but things are about to get seriously freaky.
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The meti train zipped through the air, the entire city of Brooklyn passing below. I held on to the metal pole that jutted out from the ground while I was texting my mom, letting her know I was on my way home. Be home by nine the message said. OK I replied. It was a long day at school, all the pop quizzes and tests, piled up with pages of homework. I never had free time, so I was used to not having friends or playing video games. My parents were always gone, but they were overprotective of me and my little brother, Jason. Jason was always hanging with his elementary school friends, leaving notes on the counter that said, I'll be back by dinner. :D -Jason.
He never wants to hang with me, but it doesn't matter. I have homework to do anyway. I've been working hard to maintain good grades, but the best grade I have is a B-. All the rest are C's and D+'s. "You've arrived at your destination. Have a great day!," the voice on the intercom said. The doors opened up. A set of downward stairs led to the ground, about 100 ft below. You know, I used to have a rational fear of heights, but now they don't bother me anymore. Now I'm scared of what will happen next.
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As I walked home in my Blue aviator jacket with a white shirt underneath, a deep, gentle voice called to me from an alley. "Come here. I must see if you are worthy," said the voice. "Wh-Who's there?," I stammered, terrified. I scanned my surroundings, searching for a type of weapon to use to defend myself, in case something happened to me. A garbage can, overfilled with trash. Some pigeons on lamposts or feeding on seeds the old lady gave them. A piece of broken wood. Some rusty nails. I picked up the wood and stuck a couple nails into it, the nails sticking out the other side. I crept cautiously towards the alley, obviously acting like an idiot, having a broken piece of wood with 2 nails sticking out it's end, going towards a stranger's voice, who I didn't even know, obviously. "Show yourself," I demanded firmly.
"As you say so. But you will not like what you see," he warned.
A middle-aged man slowly came out of the alley, walking towards me with a cane in his hand. He was dressed in a navy blue suit and had slicked back, brown hair, with specks of white in some areas, like salt and pepper. He was very broad in the shoulders, but for some reason was slightly hunched over. He had a scar that ran all the way from his left ear all the way to the tip of his mouth. His cane was a blue leather, with a silver cow's head on top, and etched all the way to the bottom with streaks of silver. He looked normal except that his eyes ruined the effect. They were a deep shade of purple, with a thin layer of milky white covering his right eye. Around the eyes, they were scarred from multiple scratch marks, like a cat decided that they were the ultimate play toy. I stumbled back from the sight. He smiled gently, as if he were used to this. "I warned you," he said, as if proving his point. "W-who are you?" I asked nervously.
"Why, I am your guardian of course. Don't you recognize me? Let me show you my true form." What happened was unbelievable. His arms and legs started to puff up, his chest solidifying into rock hard abs. His eyes started to clear up, his hair becoming darker. When the process was finished, he was a 7 foot tall man, muscles as large as watermelons all over his body. His stomach now had an 8 pack. "I am the blue bison, Protector of land and sea. I choose you as my successor, young Henry, for I too was like you," he super heroically spoke.
His voice was now more firm, yet gentle, almost comforting. Almost. "What do you mean as a 'successor?'" I asked, petrified. This guy was really starting to freak me out.
"Take these glasses, they hold my powers of what you can behold. In the wrong hands, they are dangerous. In the right hands, they are deadly. Only you can find the crew," He said. I was about to ask him why, but he disappeared. He was gone. Nothing was left except for the Cobalt blue glasses, linen with dark steel, on the ground in front of me.
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The walk home took about 10 minutes. Of course, as I walked in, I tripped over my brother's skateboard. There was a sticky note taped on the skateboard that said, obviously, Be back by tomorrow morning at 8. P.S. don't tell mom and dad. Love, Jason. Guess I'll be stuck here doing homework. Awesome. Another day by myself. After I was finished with a tremendous amount of homework, I decided to watch a movie since no one was home. When I was in the middle of making warm, melted caramel popcorn, I began to hear screams and shouts outside, and not the good kind. I dared to take a peek through the curtains. The outside was awful in all words. Buildings were on fire, people were bleeding majorly and missing limbs. Cars were flipped over and ran into lamp posts. The sound of screeching made my ears ring, and, obviously, all of this was caused by one word: villain. It had to be. It's not a coincidence that I had an encounter with the strange man talking about superpowers. It was my duty now to get this city to safety. I dropped my bowl of popcorn on the ground and rushed out the door, zipping up my jacket and pushing the new glasses the man gave me further up the bridge of my nose.
My feet thumped against the thick, metal stairs. My heart nearly skipped a beat when a body was thrown against the wall, nearly two feet away from me. For the safety of the reader, I am going to spare the details of what happened to him. I hurried faster down the stairs. I ran to the desk to grab a fire extinguisher, just in case of emergency. I ran outside like a hooligan, trying to ask at least one person what's going on without them running away, occasionally putting out a person on fire with my handy-dandy fire extinguisher. The sky was black and thick with smoke. No stars or moon shown. I turned a corner, and that was my mistake.
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A large cow-man was standing at the end of the street, throwing police cars and shredding people in half. It most often swallowed the policemen whole, while swinging it's axe around, destroying everything within its perimeter. The whole scene was enough for me to make me wet my pants again like in the third grade. The cow-man caught a glimpse of me, and immediately began to stare at me intensely. Now that creeped me out, and made me jump out of my skin, but I firmly stood my ground. I noticed that one of his fingers was missing on his right hand, yet he still had the axe in it. "I'm not afraid of you," I called out, very surprised by my act.
Then a low, deep voice snickered, "Well that's a first."
The cow-man(I really need to start calling him something else) slowly started to approach me, his axe clattering behind him. My initial thought was Please don't kill me or run. Either way, They would've worked, hopefully. He was now only 12 feet away. But for some reason, he studied me. "Interesting," he said aloud. "Old hopper still has a taste for weaklings."
Hopper? Was that the old man or someone else he's thinking of? My body froze in terror, my lungs shriveling in my chest. I pushed my glasses further up my nose, sweat trickling down my forehead. A building exploded nearby.
Before I knew my fate, a sharp pain shot up through my legs, slowly making its way up my body. It eventually hit my stomach, and I doubled over from the pain. I could've sworn that I saw a strange blue light making its way around my body, my muscles puffing up, my bones swelling. I felt like a balloon being blown up. Finally, after only a few moments, I rose up from the ground. The.... minotaur! Yeah, that sounds right. The minotaur seemed amused with himself, as if this were a joke. But at the same time, his eyes seemed to widen in fear. I was wondering what he was staring at, but immediately realized what he was looking towards. What I saw surprised me. A full on, dark blue suit covered my body, styled like dragon scales. Silver etched down my arms and back, finishing down to blue and black adidas shoes. My hair was still messy, but caught glimpses of blue streaks in it. The glasses on my nose were now surely glowing. Sky blue arcs of small lightning scattered up and down my body, like a mix of confetti and fireworks. Even though I had a seemingly ancient, yet powerful, suit on, it didn't change my skinny shape, as I thought it did earlier.
"Are you ready to fight now sparkle boy?" said the minotaur in a gruff voice. "I am a midnight minotaur sent from(you know where). I feed off of misery and anger. My name is Xarlobiouscis, and Commander Sun Shadow has sent me to kill you. What are your last words?"
I chose my words very wisely. "Lets fight."
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The long, thick axe blade slammed down right in front of me, nearly 2 inches away. The axe was clearly lodged deep into the ground, yet the minotaur dislodged it just as fast. I ran to my left, but he was surprisingly quick. This time, I ran straight into the side of his axe. I was knocked down, but rolled over just in time as the axe came down where my stomach was. I jumped up, and stepped aside just in time as the axe came down. This time, I was prepared. As soon as the axe hit the ground, I front flipped, bringing my heel down on the wooden shaft, splitting the axe in two. Outraged, the minotaur smashed his hands into the spot I was at, his large, meaty hands right beside me. His missing finger passed directly over me, giving me time to run. But the minotaur clearly wasn't done with me. As soon as I moved, he grabbed my leg between his fingers, tossing me into a building as if I was a ragdoll. I crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. I knew I had to get up, but I couldn't find the strength to do it.
I tried to scream for help, but my voice wouldn't work. The minotaur crept closer and closer, his massive feet shaking the ground. I slowly arose, wiping away the blood streaming from my nose. "Is that all you got?" I asked.
My body was violently shaking, my knees quaking.
He laughed. "You've got guts kid. But I'll make sure those are spilled."
He clenched his fists together, combining them both in midair. As he brought down his fists, I made one final attempt to destroy him. I rolled aside, jumped off of my haunches, and shattered the bones in his arms with my fists. He roared in pain, shaking the ground with his voice. I grabbed his arm, swiveling onto his back, using the last of my strength to break his back. His back made a nasty pop sound, bending farther than it should have. His body crumpled onto the ground. I stood atop of my victory heroically, the people coming out of the shadows. They stared at me in awe, some of them in shock. I walked off the back of the once mighty Xarlobioscus, walking towards the middle of the street. As soon as I looked back, I saw the ground open up, sucking the dead minotaur into the earth, bringing him back to where he belongs. The people started cheering and clapping for me. The loser was now the hero. A young boy with messy yellow hair, about six or seven, with soot covered cheeks and bruises walked up to me. "Who are you mister?" he asked in a slight english voice.
"I'm…." I paused. "I am the Blue Bison, protector of Brooklyn city, and that's what I'll be from now on." I was no longer your average joe, I was a hero.
A superhero.