How about we begin our story with a question. What type of person would kids look up to, and always want to be. No matter what, they always saved the day, beat the villains up, maybe even saved the girl in the end. I'm talking about the guys with super speed, super strength, laser vision, the ability to fly, all that good stuff!
I'm talking about Super Heroes.
These guys came in all shapes and sizes. Shields, robotic armor, Gods of Thunder, Aliens, every way possible, Super Heroes are always the coolest to kids. Their Origin stories were always the coolest too!
How about we start...with introducing the Super Hero of Lastation?
[October 8th; 5047]
[Weather Condition; Rainy]
[Time: 3:43 AM]
The City of Lasation rested in the night, despite the rainfall that fell down quite greatly. Some cars still drive through the streets of the city, though some of them being active police. Their sirens, blaring throughout the night as they sped off towards their destination.
Here, within the dark streets barely lit by street lights, was a man wearing a black hoodie with his hood on, black shoes and jeans. He kept his hands in his pockets as he approached a house. He pulled out a key, unlocked the door, and entered the house.
He walked through the house, seeing several people playing cards, with one punching a punching bag. When the hoodie man entered, only two glanced at him.
"You're back." One said. "Got anything worth while?" The hoodie man pulled out a small box and handed it to the other man. When he opened it, there were several diamond necklaces.
"Followed a rich couple to their house, waited till they slept, and broke in. Easy, shitty security too." The hoodie man chuckled as he sat down in a chair.
"Good. Another job well done gents!" The man said, as he reached down and opened a small cooler, pulling out 5 bottles of alcohol. He passed them out as they all opened them. Altogether, they raised their bottles and made a toast. With laughter, they drank and continued playing.
However, the guy punching the punching bag stopped punching, and looked at the hallway. He slowly walked towards it, and looked up what could be thought of as the stairs. He walked up them, no one noticing he left the room. It wasn't until a loud thump a exact minute, did someone notice. One of the guys turned to finally notice the punching bag guy missing.
"...Where's Wally?" Someone asked, as everyone took of notice of the question and looked around. The one who asked the question got up, pulling out a gun, loading it as made his way to the stairs. Looking up them, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The only thing that really did was a distinct feeling. The man looked over, and shook his head up, motioning them to follow. They all got up, and loaded their own pistols, as the first one walked up the stairs carefully.
When he reached the second floor, he spun around to his left, pointing his gun when he did. However, he saw the open door of a dark room, with the great crushing sound of rain obviously more loud than normal. Slowly walking towards the room, he saw that the window was wide open, as some rain got in the house, hitting the carpet below. He entered the room, and looked around. On the floor, was a man wearing jeans and a white sleeveless shirt, along with boxing gloves on. He was unconscious, a little bit of blood escaping past his lips.
"Wally!" He said as he bent down to check on him. He checked his pulse, and he was still alive. He glanced back at the window, slowly made his way towards it, and looked out. He was only met with the darkness of the night, and heavy rainfall. He retracted his head and slammed the window shut.
"Wally is Unconscious!" The man shouted. However, the only response he got was the lights abruptly going out. Shocked, he pointed his gun, unaware of what was happening. He saw a light turn on, obviously from a flashlight.
"Why the hell did the lights go out?!" Someone yelled.
"Wally is Unconscious, and the lights go off. Someone is here!" Another yelled.
"Spread out and search! This bastard could've found his way back in." And like that, the thugs began to search throughout the house. The man who was still in the dark room remained where he was. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a phone, which happened to have a flash light. With it, he got a better view of his surroundings.
However, that was the last sight he beheld.
From down stairs, another thump was heard. Someone went up to check up the stairs. He saw Wally, and the one before unconscious.
"Son of a..." He growled. "Jack is out!" The man growled as he exited the room. However, he didn't even make it to the stairs when the shooting started. The crashing and crushing of furniture resounded within the house. When he made it to the stairs, the first thing he saw was one of his friends being thrown to another side of the house, crashing into the wall, and hearing some stuff falling.
He raced down the stairs, and when he got down there, he saw someone fighting off the last two guys. The others were unconscious.
The attacker had a white hoodie that had a zipper that went down only a little bit last his chest, and he had it completely unzipped to reveal a red shirt. He had regular jeans on, along with white shoes. On his back was a camo backpack. He had his hood up, which didn't reveal his eyesight, and had a red bandana over his face, up to his nose. He also had white gloves on his hands.
One of the guys tried to attack with a military knife, but it was kicked out of his hand, thrown into the air, and caught by the attacker, and quickly defended against the other guy.
The attacker then back kicked the other guy behind him, and punched the one in front of him in the face, dazing him a bit. However, before he did anything else, he threw the knife at the guy who was watching until now, hitting his shoulder, and pinning him to the wall, with the just now injured screaming in pain.
Elbowing the guy that he previously back kicked, knocking him out, and hitting the ground. The other guy decided to throw a punch, but the attacker caught it, held his arm down, and punching the face of the thug, kicked him in the gut, and flipped him over, slamming him down on the ground.
After a moment of staying still, the attacker looked back at the guy who he threw the knife at, and slowly walked towards him. He didn't hesitate to pull the knife out, making the thug yell in pain, and slide down the wall. The attacker bent down, and didn't make a sound.
"..."
Shortly, he pulled out a flip phone, which was instantly recognized as the thugs phone by the thug, as he opened it, and dialed someone.
"This is Lastation Police, what is your emergency?"
"...I am currently at 347 Cortex Street, and there is currently dozens of stolen jewels and credits related to 12 different cases of theft."
"Huh? Who is this? Wh-?!"
"Send police Immediatly, and quickly..." He muttered, before glancing up at the thug, his blue eyes seemingly glowing at him. "...I'll be in touch." He said, as he dropped the phone, the voice of the operator still clear. He punched the thug in the face hard enough to knock him out, and the attacker got up, ran up the stairs, retreated into the room, opened the window, and jumped out.
Jumping to the other building, he grabbed onto the ledge and climbed up to the roof. Just as he began running, police sirens were heard approaching, coming closer and closer towards the house were the thugs operated at.
The attacker turned, wanting to keep out of authority sight. Jumping from roof to roof, he slid down a latter and landed on the ground. He ran across the street towards a crap shop, opened the garage door, and slid it shut as quietly as he could. When inside, there was no car, but a old motorcycle. Tools arranged on a shelf on the wall, some junk here and there as well, the vibes that this place had been here for awhile.
"Alright, time to call it a night..." He mumbled as he took off his bag, setting it down and taking off his bandana. He dug through his bag even more and found a set of keys. He slightly tossed them into the air, before zipping up his bag again, and putting the bag back on his back.
"Ya can't keep doin' this kiddo." The hoodie man jumped at the sound of a all too familiar voice. He turned to see a tall, old mans earing a plain attire of pants, white shirt, gray hair, etc. He had facial hair as well.
"Joe! W-What are ya doing up ya old ti-!"
"Knock it off...doin' this dangerous stuff day and night...sometimes it's better to know when the adults can handle it, you know?" The old man known as joe asked. "You still have a life, kiddo...what if you got hurt? Goddess forbid killed? What do you think would happen to your family?"
"Joe I...I can't just stop this." He answered.
"...I know you're doing good kiddo." Joe sighed as he slowly walked towards the stairs, slowly walking up them. "But sometimes...ya gotta know when it's just out of your reach...you're only 19...don't waste your youth." He said, before opening a door, walked through, and closed it.
"...I know Joe...just a little longer though."
"Yet another criminal bust thanks to the mysterious individual who appeared 4 months ago! Police have recovered over 3 million credits in jewels, and 7 million in credits itself! The criminals are being charged with hundreds points of theft, assault, and robbery. Though we have no idea who this mysterious individual is yet, we can say, for certainty, that he is on our side."
As a certain Tsundere continued to watch the news, she held her pen in her right hand, twirling it around as she watched.
She is a pale-fair skinned girl with very long black hair about waist length, worn up in long pigtails with two-piece black and blue ribbons. Her bangs are neatly combed, framing her face and she has very noticeable red eyes. She wears a fancy dress consisting of dark blue, white, red, and small amounts of gold lining and buttons. The dress part covers a red with black spiked lining cloth while the breast part is white, along with the skirt which has black lining on both layers. Behind this is a blue bow, matching a smaller one worn around her neck attached to a black and white collar. In the center is a gold piece.
She had a small frown on her face as she continued to watch.
"...I don't know who this guy is...but who the hell does he think he is?" Noire mumbled in slight annoyance.
"We now go live to a mug victim who had face to face encountered this individual first and during a robbery!" The reporter said, as a live reporter on the streets standing next to a civilian.
"What can you tell us about this figure? Did he say anything to you?"
"He came down from the top of that building there! He beat the mugger up, recover my belongings, asked me if I was alright, and took off running! He wore white! And he had a hood on! He had his face covered too!"
"White...? He'd be better off bothering Blanc or something...not my nation..." She mumbled again.
"And, before I knew it, he was gone! Like a ghost or somethin'!"
"Police are currently undergoing a investigation on the identity of this individual, but currently, no other leads have been discovered. We ask that if anyone has any information on the whereabouts of this individual, please report it to authorities as soon as possible. Back to you, Tom."
She sighed as she resumed working. While writing, the elevator doors opened up to reveal a girl.
She is a light skinned girl with long jet black (almost dark blue colored) hair with most of it worn down reaching her chest with some of it worn in pigtails held with light blue and black ribbons. Her eyes are red, but darker in comparison to the other girls'. Her color scheme consists of black, milky blue, and white/silver. Wearing a black dress with milky blue lining, a odd belt like piece with a bow behind it and a big circle with white lining connecting the dress to her collar. She wears long fingerless black gloves with milky blue coloring at the top and similar short boots.
"Hey, Noire?" The girl got the girl known as Noire's attention.
"What is it?"
"I'm going to go into Lastation with Nepgear today, is that alright?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah, that's fine, Uni. But while you're out, do you mind if I ask something?" Noire asked, as the girl known as Uni seemed curious. "What? What do you need?"
"If you hear anything about the guy that's been solving cases and saving people, do you think you can tell me?" She asked, as Uni made a surprised expression at her.
"You mean the guy all over the news? Why?" Uni asked, as Noire leaned back, crossing her arms with a scowl on her face.
"Lately, our shares have been declining more often, ever since that guy showed up 4 months ago. If we just let him be on his own, it might be bad for our shares." Noire explained. She leaned forward and looked at Uni seriously. "So, if you hear anything, tell me, alright?"
Ultimately, Uni herself felt that this person wasn't doing anything wrong. If he was helping people and defeating criminals, then it helped Lasation. But, if it was threatening Lastation's shares, then...
"Alright, if I hear anything, I'll tell you." Uni assured. She walked back into the elevator, pressed the button, and went down.
"See you later, Noire!"
"Later!"
Silence.
Noire sighed as she resumed working on the documents in front of her.
[Meanwhile...]
In a messy bedroom, with clothes scattered all over the floor, posters of video games, a tv stand with a 55" TV, a fish tank, and a bed with someone under its covers, the clock alarm went off. Groaning, a arm reached out to try to shut it off.. After failing to do so several times, the arm slammed down on the clock, shutting it off. The hand slid off the nightstand the clock was on and it dropped, letting hang by the owner of the arm.
"Heeeey! Evan! You're gonna be late for school! Hurry up and get out of bed!"
"...Mmmrh...?" The boy known as Evan groaned. His arm shot out and he grabbed his clock, looking at the time of 7:45, he arose like a bullet.
"Crap, I'm late!"