Key: (Voice over) "Talking" Raised voice [Metallo's voice] *you'll find out at the end of the story
And now, hero, time to die! *bang*
(That's my life. I'm a hero. But this story doesn't start there. Lets go back about… say… about 3 months to the point that gave me my powers. I was an ordinary high school student. But with one minor difference: I do parkour, so my team and I are pretty famous in my hometown and on the internet. This is where my story starts. My name is Jake Smith. I do parkour wherever I can. Often showing off and annoying my classmates, but they don't hate me. Sure, I'm goofy. So sue me. Anyway, back to my story. I'm 18 years old and my name is Jake Smith. Little did I know that this one field trip would change my life forever.)
"Hey make room!" I said. (We had free time away from the adults, so we found ourselves in the science lab. It was a big room with perfect parkour spots. I wanted to do this real good parkour trick, you know to impress this girl I like, Danielle. Yeah, I know. It's a cliché, but how else do you impress a girl you like? By doing something incredibly half-assed, stupid, and dangerous. What I was gonna try to do is run up the wall on the banister upstairs, jump off and do a large step from the railing, land on the big hourglass in the middle of the room, and front-flip onto the floor where I asked everyone to make room. Yeah that's how popular I was: everyone loved me. So when I tried it, I didn't really think about my weight. Being athletic, I'm at a trim 170, but I guess nobody told the freaking hourglass. I was able to do the whole thing, up to the railing. I miscalculated my landing on the rail. I hit it, but I slipped and belly flopped through the glass, shooting me with the radiation inside. It wasn't like the Hulk, where Bruce Banner got shot and empowered with a whole shit-load of radiation, I was in there for 2, maybe 3 seconds tops, before getting flung out through the other side and hitting the wall on the other side of the room. I survived, thank goodness, but to this day, I still don't know how. Was it fate? Was I supposed to survive that ordeal? Am I destined to have an archenemy?)
"Oh no, Jake! Are you okay? Say something!" My best friend, Eric Murphy, was at my side the second I landed. "No mom I don't want to eat the Brussels sprouts, they're yucky." I said deliriously. "Yeah, he's fine." Eric said quizzically. "EXCEPT HIS FACE!" One of the other students called out. "Hey," I yelled, still a little dizzy. "You might not like me but that's no reason to insult me. Ow… my head…" The local jock, Flash Thompson, is actually one of the few people who doesn't really like me. "No look!" Another kid took her make-up mirror out of her purse and showed me my reflection. There were scratches all over my face. "WHAT THE HELL?" Those scratches are deep! But then they just disappeared like the way Wolverine's powers act. "What the hell?" (Yeah, I was just as surprised as you could probably Imagine my face back then.) "Uh… we should leave," One of the other students said. "Guards and scientists will be in the room at any second!" She was right. We got out of there just before the guards got there. "Seal off the lab! We have a containment leak!" One of the guards said.
A few days later at an ATM, I was getting some money out of my account when a mugger comes up behind me and demands I give him every penny in it. "No way, it took me a long time to get to this. I'm not gonna let some asshole without a job take it all in one day." I lied. I mooch off my dad's checks. I'm in high school, what can I say? "WHAT?" The mugger shouts, "give it to me now or else-" Wouldn't you know it, he pulls a gun on me and holds it up to my head. I wouldn't make any bets on whether I'm shit-my-pants scared, cause I'm light-headed-about-to-faint scared. Despite how scared I was, and I bet you expected me to do something, but all I said was, "How about you go and get a job and maybe you'd be able to get some money like me." And he fires his gun at my head. (Yeah I bet you thought that's where the story started. Nope. If you recall, I did say it was about 3 months right? And its only been a few days since my accident. Heheh, now how messed up would it be if I died right there huh? If that bullet went straight through my head and my brain matter was splattered all over the ATM. Well, you were wrong. Somehow, the bullet just bounced off my skull like I had an indestructible metal skull. Kind of like Wolverine. In fact, the bullet didn't even break my skin.) "What the hell is wrong with you, you freak?" The mugger was just as freaked out as I am. "I wish I knew." And now a fight.
I punched him square in the jaw knocking him out cold. I went over to the drain pipe and I pulled it off with my bare hands without struggle. I even twisted it into a pretzel? 'What the hell…?' Well, anyway, I put it around his hands as sort of a makeshift pair of handcuffs and called the cops. After they arrived and took him away, I got the money I needed from the ATM and went to a little diner I saw on the way to the bank. When I got home, and tried to open the door, I took it off of its hinges. "What is going on?" I wondered. I was so tired that night from the excitement at the bank that I couldn't stand anymore and crashed right on the couch.
The next afternoon, I turned on the TV to a news story to find that the same bank I was just at was in the middle of a robbery. "OH NO!" I didn't want anyone to recognize me so I grabbed my BMX outfit, put on the helmet, and biked to the bank. I tried to push my way through the crowd but was stopped by the police. "Where do you think you're going? There's a robbery going on?" This cop was one of my dad's cop buddies. "Are there any hostages?" I asked the cop. I tried deepening my voice so he wouldn't recognize my voice. "Yeah," the cop replied, "But they got there about 12:30." "They've been here for 4 and half hours?" I exclaimed, "Why the hell aren't you guys doing anything? You're the police, you're supposed to do something." "We would if they didn't threaten to kill the hostages." The cop said. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm doing something. I almost got mugged here yesterday, so I'm going to save those people since you guys won't do anything." I felt good about myself after that. So I went in there fearlessly.
About 10 minutes later, I came out. Robbers in hand. I kicked their asses so hard. I was a hero. I just saved everyone in there. The police came up to me to arrest the robbers. "What's your name kid?" one of the cops asked, "Well, my name is J-uhhh… well for now, just call me the Scorpion Warrior." The cop looked confused. "Scorpion? You look nothing like a scorpion." He was referring to my outfit. "This is only a temporary costume. I whipped this up so no one would recognize the real me." I got on my bike and went home.
Going over the events of the last couple days, falling through that hourglass. Gaining powers? And saving all the hostages at that bank. I'm a hero. I need a costume. (Luckily there was a clothing store in the local shopping mall. Unfortunately its pretty expensive. After getting the materials needed for my suit, I went through all different styles. After about five costume changes, I decided to go with the last one. It's like the Flash's costume, not Flash Thompson, the speedster, except it's more light brown and the mask doesn't have the lightning bolts on the sides or the chest. So, my next task was to see if there was any trouble.)
"What the hell…?" I go to the TV for what's going on. I don't have a police scanner. I'd ask my dad for one, but he'd be wondering what for and getting him suspicious. Trust me, you do not want to get the 15 year veteran Chief of Police suspicious. What I saw on TV was no ordinary trouble, there was a giant flame monster? Is that even possible…? Well it is now. I had to figure out a discreet way to leave my apartment without anyone noticing. I jump out from my balcony to land on the roof across the street, but I don't land. I don't even fall. I'm flying! Oh my god. I'm flying. This is a great day. Well, I recognized the area that that flaming creature was at so I flew off in that direction. I'm gonna need to see a doctor after this but who cares. So after a few minutes of flying, I got to the location. "Oh crap, how do I land?" As if on cue, I fell to the ground. Well, I wouldn't consider that a 2 point landing but I couldn't worry about that right now. The buildings were also on fire too! The fire department was too busy dealing with the buildings to do anything about the fire monster. So, I went and kicked a fire hydrant and, like it normally does, the water came spraying out like a geyser. So I used my foot to aim the jet to the fire monster. That did it because in a few seconds the monster was gone. So then I re-aimed the jet back at the buildings that were on fire and got that out in a few minutes. Soon after that, a crowd gathered around me. "Way to go stranger!" "Yaaahhh!" "What's your name kid?" one of the firemen asked, "My name… call me The Scorpion Warrior!"
After a few months of stopping criminals and foiling robberies, the Scorpion Warrior was popular. Yeah, you saw right. A *few* months. The beginning of where the story started is finally coming. While channel surfing, I noticed there was a news program of a kidnap victim. I recognize that building. That's the old abandoned steel mill.
(There's a little backstory that comes with that place. There was an accident there about 10 years ago and 2 people were critically injured. 1 of them survived with a few burns and bruises, but sadly the other person died. The first person died about 4 years later of a heart attack. The heart attack victim was actually the manager of the building. With nobody else there with enough experience to replace him, everyone who worked in that building eventually lost their jobs. Some of them eventually had to move. Actually, one of the workers moved their family to the apartment building I live in a few years back. I also dated their daughter for a couple months. Now back to the story.)
The leader of the gang who kidnapped the woman says he wants me there or else the woman dies. I was in my costume and out of there within seconds… with absolutely no idea where I was going. I was flying all over trying to look for the building but I couldn't find it. After an hour of flying all over town, I found a big building besieged with police cars. There's the building. When I landed in the parking lot, I ran over to one of the police units and asked them what went on. "The gang leader, Emilio Harris, and the rest of his gang have kidnapped a young woman in her late 20s, early 30s. Her name is Janine Richmond. Emilio kidnapped her about 2 hours ago after she got out of her place of employment." The cop explained. "Okay, I'm going in." I informed him. I ran over to the door and kicked it in. There, just like the cop said, was Emilio, but he was jamming a gun in Janine's temple. "Okay Mr. Harris, I'm here. Just like you said. Now let her go and we can talk about this like civilized gentlemen."
"No I don't think I will. You see, I'm the one with gun. I call all the shots." I hope he doesn't mean literally. "Please don't mean literally. Put the gun down now before you do anything stupid." I ordered. "Not until you follow through with one more demand," while he was talking I backed up to the door and grabbed the doorknob hopefully without him noticing and threw it at him. "You have to take off your- GAAHHH!" He couldn't finish his next demand before the doorknob hit his hand and knocked the gun away. I rushed at him and tackled him like a football player. I released Janine from her restraints and she got out of there before I felt a really sharp whack on the back of my head and fainting. I woke up about a half hour later to him slapping me to get me to wake up. After waking up, he punched me in the face with a set of brass knuckles.
A moment later… "OOOOOWWWWWWW! Good god man, that hurts!" I yelled in pain. "Hah good, I want you to feel the pain." He said. "Oh well I sure felt that!" I was still groggy from that whack to the head, and was too weak to break the restraints binding my wrists and ankles. (There was blood trickling down my face from where he punched me with the brass knuckles, but my advanced healing I told you about at the beginning of the story healed it within seconds but, let me tell you. If you've never been hit with brass knuckles, then trust me when I say it hurt!)
"How come the police aren't doing anything to help me?" I asked. "Because, after you helped to release the girl and I knocked you out, I barricaded the door. They won't be getting inside anytime soon." "I've been out for that long?" He grabbed his gun and aimed it right at my head. "Whoa, put the gun down." "I've wanted to do this ever since you put my brother in prison," I felt my strength finally starting to return to me. "And now, hero, time to die!" He fired the gun.
(What did I tell you? We finally got to the beginning of the story. But this time, the story continues.) "What the hell?" Emilio said in surprise and confusion. "Heh, surprised that I didn't die? Well, a few months ago I was in an accident that gave me near indestructible skin…"
Another gun was fired but it wasn't aimed for me. It was aimed at Emilio. The bullet went right through his head, he fell on the floor. Dead. "Wha… who's here!" I broke the restraints around my hands and feet and got up from the chair. [Hahahahaha] "Who is tha-aagghhh!" I was kicked across the room and slid into one of the old devices in the steel mill. [Hahahaha hello Scorpion Warrior.] "Nnnnghh… who's there?" I asked in pain. The mysterious figure stepped out from the shadows and revealed himself to me. [My name is Metallo and I was watching your "adventures" and it makes me sick. I'm here to destroy you!] "How do you expect to do that?" I asked in confusion. [With this!] He opened up his chest plate to reveal some sort of green glowing rock. "Cool rock," I said sarcastically. "What is it?" [You aren't affected by it?] I could tell by the confusion in his voice that that rock was supposed to do something bad to me. Whatever it was supposed to do, it wasn't working. "Uhh… what's supposed to happen?" [You aren't feeling tired at all?] "What do you mean, roboman?" [This is kryptonite. You aren't affected by it?] "Krypto… you mean the stuff that affects the powers and abilities of Superman? Why does that sound familiar?" (That's right, if Metallo's in this story, then so is Superman bitches!)
[I don't understand! How are you not affected by it?] "Because I'm not from Krypton." [But you have all his powers! Super strength, flight, and indestructible skin!] "Yeah… long story." I grabbed the cauldron that used to be used to heat up steel to be melted into other things and smacked him with it. I guess I didn't know my own strength, because he flew through the wall. I followed him through the hole to see Superman caught him in midair. "Hello there Scorpion Warrior, I see you were able to survive a fight against Metallo. Good job. I can't even get near him without the kryptonite affecting my powers and making me vulnerable. We could use someone like you up in the watchtower." He said. I just sat there, floating in midair, not saying anything. Superman, THE man of steel, was offering me a position in the Justice League. What else could I say? "Of course I would!" He just needed to get rid of Metallo and him and I were teleported to the Watchtower. Up in space. I couldn't believe my eyes. "Holy crap! Are we in space? Holy crap, I'm an astronaut!" Here I was reading superhero comic books and watching Superman, Batman, and all the other heroes save our asses and not even ask for anything in return except for acceptance. So I guess me joining the rest of the heroes up at the Watchtower was my way of repaying them for all they did. "So you heroes know each other's other identities, right? Should I tell you who I am?" I asked. "Not for now." He replied. "Jake Smith." I said. "Just call me Clark. Clark Kent." He replied. That was how my superhero career started.
If you guys liked this, give me another villain and I'll try to make a story surrounding that villain.