Part 2 of the superhero bio - rough draft done for now
While there I really started experimenting with what I could do as far as hiding. By then I knew it was more than just a knack for blending in. It appeared that I might be one of those mutants you hear all about on the news or whatever. If I didn't want to be seen, it was a rare person indeed that would actually pick me out of the surroundings. I used my ability to gather some juicy tips on some of the shadier happenings around town...
Some of the things I heard just pissed me off. It was like, these journalists knew about some BAD stuff that was going on, but not even going to the cops or anything! I started gathering information to get these lowlifes busted. I even went so far as to tail some of the writers that seemed to know more. Came to learn that some of them were on the payroll of those corrupt people, purposefully keeping stories buried. I thought, if I can keep hidden and get proof, then at least *I* can make a difference, unlike those self-important journalists! Greedy and pompous, devoted to their wealth instead of the truth.
Yeah, I wasn't flashy like the Fantastic Four or the Avengers, I didn't even really have a REAL power. But I thought, if I can do even this little bit, then I'm kinda like a hero, right? I could even be dramatic with it.
So I started feeding information to the cops anonymously. I figured out which cops weer good, and sifted tips their way. Eventually it led to catching a key runner in a local drug ring. I was practically glowing when I saw the news.
But I'd pushed the wrong people appearently. They weren't your run-of the mill humans, though I didn't know it at the time. Some one had sensed me, and they were after me. A few days after the bust, I was at the mall, just blending in and watching people. I didn't realize it at first, but there was a guy, nondescript in baggy clothes, watching me. When I realized his eyes were on ME, I moved, trying to blend in again, but he jsut kept watching me. It was disconcerting, so I left. I thought I was in the parking lot alone. I was opening my car door when I was hit from behind.
It was dizzy and terrifying. I'd been in fights before, but it was mostly dumb school stuff, things like that. This man was easily three times my size and looked intent on causing serious harm. I pretty much panicked, worrying about Sis who knew none of what I did. I freaked and flailed, hoping to land a hit somewhere.
Then something clicked in my brain. The guy'd tossed me into another car and was advancing on me. I jumped up fast as I could, and I rushed him. I reached out to deck him and this weird light came from my hand. I hit him with that light and the weirdest expression crossed his face. It was like he just - blanked. He stopped moving and just stood there. I took a second to see if he was responding. He seemed alive still; he was still standing. So instead of wasting any more time I ran to my car and took off. I laid low for a while after that one.
Of course, it was almost like a high. I didn't wanna get caught, didn't want to have to do something like pay for safety. But I had to think about Sis. I couldn't stay off the streets, though I tried to go out less, send tips on smaller things. I was also curious about this new ability I seemed to have manifested. That guy just stopped. I experimented as much as I could, but without another person, there wasn't much I could learn about it.
I decided I needed to learn more, to train. I searched for some information, found a person who trains in martial arts and self-defence, and heard a rumor that he was a mutant friend, so I went to him.
I was so used to being on my own, to watching out for Sis, that training was actually really hard at first. I found it hard to trust him, and ended up hurting myself more than I prolly should have in the process. I was a self-made spy, and it was hard to stop hiding all the time. But then the weirdest thing happened.
We were training one day, and about half way through the lesson he stopped me. He sat me down, and just looked at me. Then he told me that I could hide from everyone else, I could even try to hide from him, but I should stop hiding from myself. I just stared at him, and he told me that he too was a mutant, though his ability was mearly to sense and adapt fighting styles. And that with his ability he could actually feel me hiding, it was in how I punched, how I kicked, how I defended. I was just shocked! I'd never been actually called a mutant before.
He told me I had talent, but I had to let it flow. He worked with me, got me better in tune with my own natural fighting style. Which was mostly dodging, but there's nothing wrong with that. He even worked with me some with that strange mind blanking blade that I was able to call up. He was the first person besides my Sis that I was really able to trust, and he will always be close to my heart.
We would even work together on occasion, fettet out information and try to being the evil to justice. It was weird, having this other person in my double life when not even my Sis knew what I was up to, but it was a comfort too, knowing that I was not alone in my struggle.
So, that's me. An outcast, hiding in the shadows. By day a gopher for a newspaper, but otherwise using that sourse to bust up some rotten people. All while trying to live as normal a life as I can with my Sis. I want to do good, but I don't always know how to, and I'll do ANYTHING for the 2 most important people in my life. A wanna be ninja, a wanna be spy, a wanna be superhero, but really just me.
Some of the things I heard just pissed me off. It was like, these journalists knew about some BAD stuff that was going on, but not even going to the cops or anything! I started gathering information to get these lowlifes busted. I even went so far as to tail some of the writers that seemed to know more. Came to learn that some of them were on the payroll of those corrupt people, purposefully keeping stories buried. I thought, if I can keep hidden and get proof, then at least *I* can make a difference, unlike those self-important journalists! Greedy and pompous, devoted to their wealth instead of the truth.
Yeah, I wasn't flashy like the Fantastic Four or the Avengers, I didn't even really have a REAL power. But I thought, if I can do even this little bit, then I'm kinda like a hero, right? I could even be dramatic with it.
So I started feeding information to the cops anonymously. I figured out which cops weer good, and sifted tips their way. Eventually it led to catching a key runner in a local drug ring. I was practically glowing when I saw the news.
But I'd pushed the wrong people appearently. They weren't your run-of the mill humans, though I didn't know it at the time. Some one had sensed me, and they were after me. A few days after the bust, I was at the mall, just blending in and watching people. I didn't realize it at first, but there was a guy, nondescript in baggy clothes, watching me. When I realized his eyes were on ME, I moved, trying to blend in again, but he jsut kept watching me. It was disconcerting, so I left. I thought I was in the parking lot alone. I was opening my car door when I was hit from behind.
It was dizzy and terrifying. I'd been in fights before, but it was mostly dumb school stuff, things like that. This man was easily three times my size and looked intent on causing serious harm. I pretty much panicked, worrying about Sis who knew none of what I did. I freaked and flailed, hoping to land a hit somewhere.
Then something clicked in my brain. The guy'd tossed me into another car and was advancing on me. I jumped up fast as I could, and I rushed him. I reached out to deck him and this weird light came from my hand. I hit him with that light and the weirdest expression crossed his face. It was like he just - blanked. He stopped moving and just stood there. I took a second to see if he was responding. He seemed alive still; he was still standing. So instead of wasting any more time I ran to my car and took off. I laid low for a while after that one.
Of course, it was almost like a high. I didn't wanna get caught, didn't want to have to do something like pay for safety. But I had to think about Sis. I couldn't stay off the streets, though I tried to go out less, send tips on smaller things. I was also curious about this new ability I seemed to have manifested. That guy just stopped. I experimented as much as I could, but without another person, there wasn't much I could learn about it.
I decided I needed to learn more, to train. I searched for some information, found a person who trains in martial arts and self-defence, and heard a rumor that he was a mutant friend, so I went to him.
I was so used to being on my own, to watching out for Sis, that training was actually really hard at first. I found it hard to trust him, and ended up hurting myself more than I prolly should have in the process. I was a self-made spy, and it was hard to stop hiding all the time. But then the weirdest thing happened.
We were training one day, and about half way through the lesson he stopped me. He sat me down, and just looked at me. Then he told me that I could hide from everyone else, I could even try to hide from him, but I should stop hiding from myself. I just stared at him, and he told me that he too was a mutant, though his ability was mearly to sense and adapt fighting styles. And that with his ability he could actually feel me hiding, it was in how I punched, how I kicked, how I defended. I was just shocked! I'd never been actually called a mutant before.
He told me I had talent, but I had to let it flow. He worked with me, got me better in tune with my own natural fighting style. Which was mostly dodging, but there's nothing wrong with that. He even worked with me some with that strange mind blanking blade that I was able to call up. He was the first person besides my Sis that I was really able to trust, and he will always be close to my heart.
We would even work together on occasion, fettet out information and try to being the evil to justice. It was weird, having this other person in my double life when not even my Sis knew what I was up to, but it was a comfort too, knowing that I was not alone in my struggle.
So, that's me. An outcast, hiding in the shadows. By day a gopher for a newspaper, but otherwise using that sourse to bust up some rotten people. All while trying to live as normal a life as I can with my Sis. I want to do good, but I don't always know how to, and I'll do ANYTHING for the 2 most important people in my life. A wanna be ninja, a wanna be spy, a wanna be superhero, but really just me.