Alright guys, before we begin, this story is the combined work of three different authors. The first is myself, along with the help of my good friend Aros 13, and a new author I will simply address as K for security reasons. And before I get a comment about it, yes my character is from Heroes United. Assume it's an Alternate Dimension or something.
Basically, if any of you have read the "Heroes of Olympus" by Rick Riordan (Highly Recommend read I might add, I thoroughly enjoyed it) it will be the same style. The first is my character, followed by Aros's, and K's brings up the rear, and the cycle will continue for each novel. A separate story houses bios for each character, uploaded at the same time they appear in the series. A code is included for each one, and you may copy and paste it onto the Hero Machine Generator 2.5 at hero machine's website (simply google it).
Now, without further ado, I present "Vanguard Vol. I: The Beginning".
The sky was clear and the sun shone down on the city. At least that's what Will was wishing the day was like. The truth was that it was pouring down rain, not a speck of blue was in the sky, lightning was flashing around, and he was at the top of the tallest building in Manhattan: The Empire State Building.
This building was a top tourist destination in New York, but none of them were viewing it like he was. No one even could, not really anyway. No one saw it like he did, because they were always behind the safety of glass, some leaning against the glass as far as they could.
Truthfully, Will was too. The difference was which side of the glass he was leaning on, because when Will looked down, he didn't see a bunch of tiles beneath his feet. He just saw open air, and the ground several tens of stories below.
Now, it definitely wasn't the most preferable of weather circumstances, especially considering his current elevation. Sadly, there was no real option. When you needed a bird's eye view of Manhattan, this was where you went. And when you needed to be able to leap at a moment's notice (without breaking a window that is), you stood on the outside… at least, you did if you were Will.
Will looked down at his suit, glad he had decided to waterproof during the design phase. The Red Spider Sign on his torso glowed faintly in the gloom and he turned his attention back to the streets.
Why was he in a suit you might ask? And why on top of the Empire State Building?
The truth was that Will was the local vigilante. It used to be his dad. That was where he got his powers from in the first place. That is until he died.
Yup. His Father was Peter Benjamin Parker, known to the rest of the superhero world as Spiderman. At least, he had been known as Spiderman. Now he was "That guy we used to see that now lives six feet under".
His father had been tentative about letting him loose as a vigilante, fearing for his safety. However, once his father passed it quickly became evident that someone needed to step up.
In short, he designed a new costume, built a few gadgets, stopped a robber or two, and that was that. It really wasn't all that hard (Save the looks he got at the cash register when he walked up to buy a sewing machine).
And now he was here: On top of the tallest building in the nation, outside the glass, with a lightning storm all around him. Just perfect.
In any case, it was at that moment that Will caught a flash of blue and red down below: a police car in the middle of a chase.
He leaped off the building, flipping in the air as he did so, and he fell, arms at his sides, heads first, and only 2 mere stories before hitting the ground, he shot a web from the device concealed beneath his glove and swung from the nearest building.
He was moving quickly now, more quickly than most people would ever dream to (short of a jet plane that is). Within seconds he had the thieves in his sights and was zeroing in on them. He shot over the police car and landed directly on top of the fleeing criminals (or at least their vehicle).
The car swerved as the pair inside attempted to throw him off, but it was no use. He had a small electromagnetic field holding him on, and the roof of the car would have to rip off the vehicle in order for him to be taken off unwillingly.
A single punch and his fist broke through the full, grabbed the steering wheel, and spun it off of a bridge. He caught onto the side of a building with a web and halted the vehicle's descent. He threw the robbers out of the car and tied them to a streetlight.
It was then that the bullets started raining down. He had just finished stopping the crime, and when he turned around, the police were shooting at him.
"I'm offended, thanks for asking," he muttered, and leaped off the car, swinging underneath the bridge and hiding there.
This tactic worked for approximately 45 seconds. 46 was when the Helicopter came. 46 was when Will began swinging for dear life, because the copter was giving chase. Some gratitude would have been appreciated.
Will swung through building after building, eventually leaping into the old bell tower of an abandoned church his father had shown him once and waited as the copter passed by.
After it left, he climbed out and gazed at the nearest clock. 11:52 was what it read. 11:52 was when the explosion down the road occurred. 11:52 was when his life would change for good.