Chapter 1: He returns part 1
As the buzzer rang off, a feeling of elation came over LeBron James. He had done it! After 7 long, hard fought games, he had led the Los Angles Lakers to a series victory over the Golden State Warriors! James, who had been at the mercy of Golden State for the past five years, had finally denied the Warriors a fifth straight finals appearance. It was a huge win for LeBron, not just career wise, but also personal wise. For years, he has been chasing Michael Jordan in an attempt to eclipse his legacy and rise above all of his haters. With this victor, however, he felt as if he solidified himself as the true greatest player of all time.
The Laker fans that packed the Staples Center all cheered and applauded the determination and hard work that their team had shown in their victory over the so called "unbeatable" Warriors. However, one person stood in the shadows of the stands, watching over James. "Enjoy your victory," the mysterious man said, "your joy will turn to sorrow very soon."
Walking into the locker room, LeBron was showered down with questions from antsy reporters desperate to gat their question answered by LeBron. After what felt like five days, LeBron was finally able to board the team plane. "Finally," LeBron muttered, packing his bags in the overhead compartment, "man, I wished they would ask me all those questions," said Kyle, LeBron's most trusted teammate, "Well, maybe if you show up in Boston, they'll talk to you," LeBron replied, the two laughed and sat in their seats. "M-Mr. J-James?" LeBron looked to his side, a young reporter, who he could tell was incredibly nervous, had approached him. "I-I was wondering, if you could answer a quick q-question?" LeBron sighed and leaned back in his chair, "yeah, no problem, but make man, I'm trying to sleep, I'm tired you know," replied James. "Ok, ok" the reporter adjusted his glasses, "Mr. James, some critics will say that this was an upset victory, where would you rank this among the accomplishment in your historic career?"
LeBron chuckled to himself, "good question, good question," he replied, "uhm, its, its defiantly up there, you know, when I made the decision to join the Lakers, it was met with some criticism, some people thought I should've gone to team that was built for a title, but I wanted to prove that I could take a historic franchise like the Lakers and rebuild it into a dynasty." "Awesome, thank you so much for answering, good luck in the finals!" The reporter thanked LeBron and left the plane. "Bout damn time," muttered LeBron. He put on his headphones and leaned back in his seat and began to drift into a deep sleep.
The pilots began to set up the plane for takeoff, "all systems in check, ready for takeoff," radioed on of the pilots, but no response. "Control?" "Hey!" The two pilots turned around, "what do you think your doing?" A hooded man stood in the cockpit, he peered at the two pilots, "yes, you will do."
1 Hour Later
LeBron began to stir into awakening, the bright lights of the cabin almost blinding him. He sat up in his seat and looked out to the outside, they were... still at the airport? "The hell?" LeBron said, "how have we not taken off, is there something with the engine or some- "LeBron stopped, he looked around the plane, it was completely empty. "Hello?" LeBron stood up and walked into the plane aisle, "hey, this isn't funny, where is everyone?" LeBron said, he felt a strange feeling wash over him. Suddenly, a drop of liquid fell onto LeBron's cheek, he put his hand onto his cheek to see what it was. Blood. Stick, red, blood. LeBron stepped back, a sense of dread and nervousness coursed through him, "help…" LeBron looked around, wondering where the voice come from, another drop of blood fell form the ceiling, LeBron looked up, the sight nearly caused him to puke.
The roof of the plane was caked in blood and guts, the bodies of his teammate were strewn about, their limbs torn apart. "Help…" LeBron could see one of the bodies, stretching its hand to him, his face was almost unrecognizable due to the blood.
LeBron couldn't stand the sight, he puked. "Huff, huff, what, what the fuck," said LeBron, whipping the vomit from his mouth, "this, this can't be real, there's, there's no way." "Funny, isn't it?" LeBron looked up, he saw a cloaked figure standing in the aisle, it had its hands on its hip, the figure gave off a truly menacing aura. "Humanity..." The cloaked figure said, "it views itself as the superior race, it views itself king of the jungle, but that is not true, your race is just a small fish in a huge ocean, and I am a shark, feasting on those who are beneath me." LeBron stood up, but he was paralyzed, he couldn't say anything, he couldn't feel anything. The figures voice gave LeBron chills up and don his body, the chills froze him in place, it was if time itself froze.
The figure began to chuckle and walked down the aisle, "what's wrong Mr. James? Does a cat hold your tongue, or is it the fact that your so-called friends are now a wall decoration, regardless, their fate doesn't change are arrangement." "A-arrangement?" LeBron finally got words out, "what are you talking about, who the hell are you anyway!" The hooded figure began to laugh, "who am I? Well, if you wish to know, I will oblige. 115 years ago, I was a child, living in the dirt of poverty. I had to watch people like you, strutting about, laughing and playing like there isn't a care in the world. It disgusted me, it disgusted me that you couldn't see the true struggles that people like I went through, which is why I changed my fate, and the fate of those like you."
LeBron continued to step back, but where could he go, he was trapped by this monster, what could he do? "You seem distraught Mr. James," the figure spoke," You probably wish to, extract revenge on me, do you?" The figure began to laugh. A swell of rage began to boil in LeBron's body, he ran up to the man and punched him. Just as the punch began to connect, however, the man disappeared. "What?" LeBron said, he looked around the plane, he couldn't see where the man went. Suddenly, LeBron was grabbed by the neck by an unknown force and hoisted up into the air. The figure moved around LeBron, "you are truly are a fool, I expected more from you, but I guess we will work on that when the time comes." LeBron struggled to breath as a unknown force continued to choke him. "I never told you my name, did I?" The figure said, it reached for its hood, "then by all means, allow me to introduce myself."
"My name is DIO! My power will allow me to take over this forsaken world!" LeBron had never seen a man like Dio, his hair and eyes were a golden yellow, and he was incredibly buff, as if he had been working out for a long time. Dio pulled a knife from his jacket and rubbed it on LeBron's face, LeBron closed his eyes, fearing the worst.
BOOM! An explosion rocked the plane and Dio and LeBron were both knocked back with a force. "Dio," LeBron looked up, rubbing his head, a man stood in the hole that was now protruding through the plane. The man walked through the smoke, he wore a long white jacket and a white with two gold emblems on it. Dio stood and looked at the man, a sinister smile forming on his face, "Jotaro, how nice of you to drop in, my my, you look a lot older then the last time we met." Jotaro starred daggers into Dio, "I should've known that your stubborn ass was still alive, it wasn't you I fought in Cairo, was it?" Dio smirked, "Your still as cleaver as you were 15 years ago, but let's see if Star Platinum can still keep up with The World!" LeBron watched the two men from behind one of the seats, they were both nearly as tall as he was, Jotaro looked at Lebron, and then to the ceiling, he bloody mess of bodies mess of people didn't seem to faze him, much to the astonishment of LeBron. "Still the same sack of shit from before," said Jotaro, Dio smiled menacing, "old habits die hard." In an instant, an explosion of power occurred between the two, LeBron put his hands over his face, he was blown away by the spectacle that was occurring between the two. Suddenly, Dio was knocked back with tremendous force, the wall he flew into caving in with the force. "You!" Jotaro said to LeBron, "unless you want to join those guys, hurry your ass up and follow me!" LeBron did as he was told and followed Jotaro out of the plane.
"Get in quick," said another man, who was driving the truck. As the two entered the truck, LeBron noticed the text on the side, "Speedwagon." "Get us out of here now!" Jotaro yelled, and the truck sped away. Dio walked out of the plane, wiping the blood from his mouth, "Damn Joestars, always interfering with my plans, I won't allow you to escape so easily!"