Description of Story

This is set ten years after Brain Lee O'Malley's Scott Pilgrim, and it will start in the deep south of the United States. The story will involve characters from Lost at Sea, Scott Pilgrim,and Seconds. All copyrights belong to Brain Lee O'Malley, and the awesome world he created. I am just adding some southern flavor to the mix. I am also going to take some liberties when it comes to subspace, last names, and age. I will be coming up with last names and adjusting ages for some characters so they can functionally fit in the story.

Chapter 1

Quiet Nights

I like quiet nights like this one. The lake is calm and despite the news being crappy it is good to hear it none the less. Sarge is sleeping at my feet and since no one is messaging me I can really relax. Sarge is a good German Shepard. I am honestly just lucky to have this chance to live out here, though I do have this opportunity because of less than civil practices. I wonder how long I can remain a gang buster especially with the gangs getting tougher.

Splash

Wow sounds like something big fell in the lake, and dang Sarge is already running towards the lake.

"Sarge! What is it boy?" I yelled as I saw the dog jump into the lake and swim towards the center of the lake. I reached the edge of the lake, and my eyes adjust to the darkness to see a person floating in the water. I dove right into the lake not caring about getting wet. I just want to save the person in the water, and I am able to reach the person quickly. Sarge was starting to move the person towards the shore, so I took over the towing from him. We got the person to the shore, and I now see that the person is a woman. I check her breathing, and I find that she is still breathing, so I don't need to do CPR. I notice that she is out cold, so I pick her up and carry her to the house. We all are dripping wet, and Sarge decided to spray us while he was drying off.

"Sarge, towels," I said so he could get the towels. He barked and went inside through his dog door. I set the woman on a chair and I take my seat to air off a bit. After a minute Sarge returns with two towels, and I pet the dog on his head and said

"Good boy," I dried myself off with the towel, and I wrapped the other towel around the woman. I got a good look at her, and I see that she is around my age, and she is a tall attractive blonde. She is wearing a pink t-shirt with a green skirt and a pair of black dress shoes. I reach over to my phone to call 911 for an ambulance to come pick her up when she started stirring. I see the look of sheer terror on her face and in her piercing sea-green eyes.

…

What has happened to me? I was running from him when I tripped, and now I find myself next to a strange man and with a dog staring at me. I use to cats staring at me, but having dogs staring at me is new. Though the dog is the least of my worries at this moment… like is this man going to kill me, did he kidnap me?... Why do I have a towel around me, and why am I wet?

"Okay before you scream bloody murder, my dog and I heard you fall in the lake, and we both got you out before you drowned. You are on my back porch drying off, and I have no negative intentions what so ever," said the strange man. I can tell that he is telling the truth, but where am I? I am not just emotionally lost. I am literally lost. My sea has become filled with storms.

"So my name is Dan Ross. What is your name?" asked Dan. Oh no… why did he have to ask my name. I don't do well in normal situations, and this is far from normal.

"My name is Raleigh. Raleigh Croswell," I said as I nervously held out my hand so that he could shake it.

"Nice to make your acquaintance Raleigh," he said has he shook my hand with strong firm grip. He seems like an older man in a younger man's body. He is dressed pretty plainly with his brown t-shirt, jeans, and boots. His face however is a mix of handsome and beaten up. His brown hair is still wet from him saving me from physically drowning… I doubt he can save me from the thoughts that drown my mind. Like the fact that I have no soul.

"Would you like some food Raleigh?" asked Dan.

"Yeah..." I said knowing that when I see the food it will not be appealing any more.

"Okay I think we are both dry enough now. I go check to see what I have that I can nuke in the microwave," said Dan as he got up and entered his house. I got up and slowly followed him. The dog noticed my movement, and it is now following me. I enter the house, and find the décor is simple, rustic, but strangely modern. I find a kitchen table, and I sit at one of the four chairs. Dan was looking in his fridge for food.

"Okay, I got leftover steak…" said Dan. I spoke up before he continued.

"I don't eat meat… Sorry,"

"Vegan or Vegetarian?" asked Dan without skipping a beat.

"Vegetarian," I said hoping he won't judge.

"Okay cool… If you said you were vegan, you would have been out of luck. My cooking is very southern and not vegan friendly. I have mashed potatoes, butter beans, squash, and some turnip greens. Any preference?" asked Dan looking at me.

"I don't really have a preference when it comes to veggies," I said trying to too be a burden.

"Alright then," said Dan as he brought out the containers with the sides in them. He grabbed a plate from a cabinet, and he started to load up the plate with the sides. He put the plate in the microwave, set the heat to max, and set the timer for three minutes. He sat down on the opposite side of me.

"Where are you from?" asked Dan. I normally should be so stressed I couldn't speak, but with him… I feel more at ease knowing he is being genuine.

"I am from Canada."

"Damn, you are a long way from home. You are in the United States, and more specifically the state of Georgia."

My heart stopped when he said that… I was in a region I knew nothing about… What is happening?

…

I saw her start to hyper ventilate, and I needed to act quickly.

"Raleigh listen to me, count to four, inhale, count to four, exhale," I said hoping she understood what I meant, and sure enough she waited, breathed in, waited, and exhaled.

"You okay?" I asked hoping she would open up a bit.

"No… I just... I had a bad break up, and now I am very far from home…," Raleigh said right before she started to cry. I couldn't imagine what she is going through at this moment… I need to do something for her.

"Need me to do anything for you?" I asked knowing her answer. Raleigh stopped crying and looked up at me.

"Can you get me home?" she asked.

"I can try,"

"Thank you,"

"Your…" I suddenly hear tires screech up my drive way, and I hear car doors open and close. I then heard a voice I hoped I would not hear in a while.

"We know you are in their you jackass! You fucked up our headquarters in Atlanta, so now we are here to return the favor!" yelled a pissed of male voice that I recognized to well.

"Raleigh, I need you to do exactly what I tell you: Crawl over to the walk in pantry, open the doors, crawl in, and shut the doors behind you. Try to stay calm and quiet," I said as calmly as a I could. Raleigh was in utter shock, so I figured my instructions went in one ear and out the other.

"Raleigh, I am going lead you to where you need to be," I said as I started to crawl on the floor to her. I reached her and saw that she was frozen with fear. I tapped her on her shoulder, and she stirred back to reality.

"Come on, you don't need to be out here," I said as I helped her down to the floor.

"Just lead me to where I need to be then," she said as we both started to crawl. I got her to the pantry and I opened it up for her.

"Okay head on in. I will close the doors behind you. Do not open the doors under any circumstances. I will open them when the cost is clear," I said as calmly as I could.

"Okay… what are you going to do?" she asked as she crawled in. Sarge came up holding my gauntlets and boots. I smiled a bit.

"I am going to beat the shit out of some assholes," I said as I got on my equipment.

"What do those do?" asked Raleigh confused and concerned.

"Long story short, these make me a superhero," I said getting up and now that I am ready to fight. I close the pantry door, and I look at Sarge.

"Boy stealth," I said to him quietly. He nods and slinks off around back. I go to the front door ready to dance.

"So, this just it Jake?" I asked with a jackass tone.

"Shut up! We are going to have our revenge, and you are going to die you self-righteous asshole!" screamed Jake. He is with three other people, and they don't seem to be too powerful. Jake screams sonic waves when he charges up, but the only way for him to charge is to listen to really loud music. The girl in the group looks like she can hide in shadows… for about a minute. She has the advantage now, but that is not going to last. The two other dudes seem to be twins and their focus is rhythm, and that mean I just need to throw them off, and they will actually fight themselves. They seem to be D-grade villains, so this won't be a long fight. I might be able to make some money off them though. Their wearing gang clothes, but also are wearing color to match their powers.

"Alright so before we start does anyone want to guess what my powers are?" I asked jokingly.

"It doesn't matter. Everyone att…" said Jake before I uppercut him in his jaw with my fist. The impact launched him into the air about fifty-feet. He fell back down but before he hit the ground I jabbed forward sending him into a vehicle. The impact destroyed the car and Jake. Jake turned too light and a money counter appeared saying he was worth about a thousand bucks. The group looked at me.

"So, what are you folks going to do?" I asked.

"We are just going to go and rethink our line of work," said the woman.

"Good idea… was that your ride?" I asked.

"Yeah… we are just going to call an Uber… sorry for the disturbance," said the woman as she and the twins leave. My thousand dollars then turned into about 10,000 dollars.

"Sarge, coast is clear you can stop hiding," I yelled.

…

What is going on… I am in a strange guy's pantry… I think I just heard an explosion, and now I hear footsteps… There coming to the door…

"Hey Raleigh, it's Dan, and I took care of the assholes outside," said Dan as he knocked on the door. He is okay, and he is now opening the door.

"So it seems I owe you an explanation," said Dan. His tone is a mix of calming and apologetic.

"What do you need to say?" I asked confused at his tone.

"I am what most people would call a vigilante," said Dan hanging his head low.

"What do you do exactly?" I asked fearing the answer.

"I beat the shit out of criminals, and I earn money off it," said Dan.

"How do you earn money off it, if you are not a police officer?" I asked now really fearing what he might answer.

"It is one of my… powers so to speak," He said slowly.

"What are your powers?" I asked. I was still afraid of him, but now I have a fascination with him. He is like wild animal which has not decided to attack its prey.

"My main power is momentum maintenance, if I am moving nothing can stop my movement. And yes as long as I am moving, I am bullet proof," said Dan.

"How do you keep yourself from… hurting people you don't intend too?" I asked as I backed away from him as far as I could which was further into his pantry.

"I only have my power active when I have acceleration that exceeds ten miles per hour, and I am not in a car which has a closed system in the cab," said Dan.

"Okay… but you do need to be careful still correct?" I asked.

"Yes I do… Now my other power is more of a life style bonus. I call it Pay Day, and before a fight starts I can evaluate my opponents. I get a base figure on how much my opponent is worth and depending on what I do during a fight I get more money. The tougher the fight the more money I get," said Dan. What can you say when you meet a man with that kind of power, but it is not unheard of… There are rumors of a guy with powers in Toronto, but that was years ago.

"So… is all your money from your job?" I asked. I am starting to figure out who he is, but I am still unsure on whether he is a good man or not. I climb out of his pantry, so I could stand.

"Yes, it is, but before you pass judgement on me you must know. I only fight really heinous criminals like serial killers, human traffickers, and other really nasty people," said Dan as starts taking off his gauntlets and boots. They seem to be very heavy, and they hit the floor with a loud bang.

"What do your boots and gauntlets do?" I asked now very intrigued by how they worked.

"Well the gauntlets are made of the one material that can actually stop my forward momentum. The guy who made these has not decide on a name on it yet, but I like to call it Inertium. They prevent me from punching and kicking through people, and they also increase my speed by storing up the force from my momentum. When I want a boost, I just make my gauntlets or boots make a quick burst of air to carry me forward. I have actually gotten to one hundred miles per hour," said Dan. With that information, I start to get a feeling of dread. I need to ask a question that I might not want to know the answer too.

"Have you… killed people?"

"No, I have not. This is where the last part of my power comes in. At the end of any fight I am involved in my opponent is sent to the nearest police station. That is where the vigilante issue comes up, if I go and beat up a criminal who the police was not looking for I end up putting the police in a difficult spot for they need evidence to arrest a person," Dan said seriously and honestly.

"Thank you for telling me, and thank you for all that you are doing for me… a total stranger who feel out of the sky," I said now feeling guilty for wasting his time… why would a guy like him care about someone like me.

"It is my job. Not as a hero, but as a decent human being," said Dan in a reassuring tone.

"I'm sorry. I am not really good with social interactions…" I said just trying to get a sense of normalcy in this abnormal situation.

"It is fine… Hey you still hungry?" he asked me.

"I am not really hungry right now… I really just want to get some sleep," I said even though me sleeping has always been a hurdle for me.

"Sure I will go set up the room for you. We can talk more in the morning," said Dan as he walked away from me. After several minutes he came back.

"Your room is ready," said Dan as he showed me where I would be staying. The room matches the theming of the house, but I really just wanted to know if there was a bed. I need to crash… I needed to wake from this nightmare… or dream would be a better wording for this.

"Thank you," I said as I walked in and shut the door. I did not even worry about getting out of my clothes when I collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep immediately.

I had the same dream that I have had for as long as I could remember. The uneasy feeling, the cats, and the large NO were present, and at this point I am use to this dream that reminds me of my hollowness. However, this dream changed when a dog appeared next to me. It growled, but it was not at me. It was growling at the cats causing them to back up. This dog was protecting me. Have I found a quiet night?