Author's note.
I own nothing. Nothing at all. So don't sue
Chapter 1
"A true hero isn't judged by the size of his strength but by the strength
of his heart"
"Who are you?"
He looked upwards when he heard the words. Funny, he thought, I didn't expect company. John focus his eyes towards the seemingly large person whose shadow reminded him of a very large hippotamus. Okay, now that's a funny thought.
" Why do you need to know?" said John as he looked down towards the ground underneath the bench he was sitting. It was a six feet tall man who was as wide as John had predicted. He looked groggy and cigarette ash began to spill onto his huge beard.
"Well you're in my place. This is hic where hic cough I sleep."
"I was here first. Go find another bench, hobo"
"Hey now, I thought you look familiar. You 're hic the fire freak. At Alcatraz. They say you're dead"
"Do I look dead to you? "
John looked at the man again. I could burn him. John sized up the man. He was of no threat. He was in fact like a meek little creature despite his size and his only form of threat was perhaps intimidation using his size and without having to lift a finger. John got up from the bench and stared at the man.
" You got a cigarette?"
"I only have another half burnt stick and I aint got no lighter"
"No problem." said John as he placed the stick between his lips and in an instant the stick lit up. " No problem at all…"
John walked down the road through the freezing cold air that surrounded Manhatten. People were rushing around and most were covered under several layers of clothing. If anyone had stopped to notice there was a young boy walking down the street with nothing on but a light cotton t- shirt and looked warm and cozy. Humans thought John in disgust no good useless primitive apes whom think of no one but themselves. I bet that even if I beg none of them would spare a thought for me. Some things never change. His stomach twisted and John knew he yearned for food. He saw a run down bar down the street, a place filled with lowlifes and people from the dregs of society.
Party time
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"What will it be" said the bartender whom John swore looked like both sides of each gender.
"Give me a beer Louie" said John, reading off his name tag which probably belonged to some other guy whom threw it into the trash. The bartender smiled with his fake gold tooth shining through his red lips.
The bar was empty except for two female girls whom took the Goth look way too seriously. At the other side of the room, John saw a huge group of biker gangsters playing pool. John merely smiled as he switched his eyes to the television.
"……………………….Police are looking for suspects missing from the Alcatraz catastrophe.Although many are believed to be dead, nobody is taking anything for granted. Efforts to capture the one they call Magneto have doubled but to this day no even a whiff of his scent has been found. Also wanted is his right hand man, Mr Allerdyce. Known to be able to control fire, he is wanted on counts of murder, destruction of property and many more. The public have also nicknamed him Pyro, a name that strikes fear in all of our hearts…….."
"Change the channel, Louie"
"…… escaped from prison. Jake Robinson has been wanted for murder of two people that he drowned and strangle respectively. 2000 dollars are up leading to any information regarding…."
John looked at the group. One of the biker gangsters was sitting on the couch booth with two biker gals surrounding him, The rest were either drinking beer or playing pool and there was a total of ten six feet three monsters including the girls, Suddenly, one of the gangsters caught his eye looking at him while he tried to sink a shot. He rose to full height and walked towards John.
"You got a problem punk?"
John placed his beer down slowly as he stared back.
"Yeah I do. I come to kick the living shit out of your boss there"
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"What the fuck are you yappin about boy?"
"You don't know English? Or are you just slow."
" You just signed your death warrant boy.."
"Haven't you heard…"
John punched him in his solar plexus. The guy retaliated by swinging his arm at John. John ducked and broke his beer bottle on the guy's skull. Woozy, the guy tried to hit him but John swept his legs from under him and swung his stool right on the guy's forehead, putting his lights out. By now the whole group was advancing on him.
"..I'm already dead.."
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Two guys got blown away as John using the fire from a lighter to create a fire ball. He swiftly laid a kick to another guy's chin before leaping over him and putting him into a simple clutch. The guy had to absorbed two blows to his face by his mates before getting knocked out. Another guy got John in a huge bear hug and tried to crush him John. John simply let the fire sweep around his whole body burning the guy alive. Through the smoke, the rest were deeply affected by it and it took John less than a minute to knock out every other guy and leaving the last guy on the floor smouldering.
Suddenly John felt a huge crack to his head and he was flyin onto the beer cabinet. John looked up to see a man made of titanium surrounding his whole body. The man smiled and took John up as he absorbed the heat from the fire that John had created. He flung John onto the floor and placed a foot on him
John stared up at the man.
"Well if it ain another mutant. My my you are one feisty little being aren't you.
Going to kick poor Jakey's ass."
Jake Robinson was a mutant.
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John broke the pool stick on the guy.Man, this fight was going into overtime. John saw a metal fist directly towards his face as he ducked and threw two fireballs at Jake. Jake grabbed John and threw him towards the other side of the room . Jake ran at full pace and smashed John through the wooden walls and into the beer storage room. John knew he was near Death's door. John looked up and saw a sign from the heavens. Alcohol, extremely flammable.
John threw bottle after bottle at Jake soaking him with beer and rum. Jake was still smiling unaware of John's plan.
"Time to go to hell, Pyro" cried Jake " That's right I know who you are"
John let his whole body take fire.
"Hell's already here Jake. I am the Devil and I am gonna kick your ass"
The fire engulfed Jake body as John allowed the fire to burn higher and faster. It turned from yellow to red to blue and was looking a little white.
Jake again merely laughed. "It doesn't affect me you fool."
"Little known fact. What happens to metal if you heat it and cool it almost instantly?" said John brandishing a water hose.
Water spread to Jake whole body and almost instantly, steam started to fill up the entire room. Jake screams could be heard at least ten miles away thought John as he continued to spray the water on Jake. John then turned off the hose, picked up Jake's leather jacket that had fallen on the floor and proceeded to leave the place.
I almost forgot thought John as he looked at the hardened statue of Jake Robinson. He made a huge fireball and blasted the head away leaving scraps of blood, skin and metal all over the place.
" I'll meet you one day in hell. Soon…..but not now."
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John drove his bike through the sandy dirt road as he looked at the beautiful night sky. The stars shone almost like a compass to point John in the direction of his journey. John had killed off another mutant in a fight just as he had been doing for weeks bringing his total to eleven.
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Perhaps I am ready
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To meet an old friend…..