Ok, I was watching Cat woman yesterday and was just inching to do a fanfics. First I was going to do something with teen titans or batman beyond , you know. So I flip through the channels and what do I find but static shock. I was like "ding!"

I have already written a fanfics with the grandson of poison ivy having a run in with static and gear, but that kind of fizzled out towards the end so here's my chance to start anew.

Hope you enjoy

Calypso.

It all started the day I died. It you had asked anyone to speak on my behalf, they would have described the unremarkable life of an unremarkable boy. Survived by no one, save a drunken old pedophile who called himself a father. But there would be no one to speak on my behalf because the day that I died was the day I really and truly began to live.

But, that all comes later, let's rewind a few months back to when it all began.

"Solan, Get you dainty ass out of bed and make me breakfast." Yelled my father throwing back my covers, grabbing me by the ankle and dragging me out of my bed , though my door and down the hall. Oh look stairs.

Yep that skinny, scrawny, little nobody being pulled down the stairs, head hitting each step, is me, Solan Murray Kyle.

My head hit the last step and I laid there slightly dazed for a bit before crawling my way into the kitchen. God I hoped I didn't fall asleep in any of my classes today, I was sure I had a concussion. I quickly set about making breakfast for daddy. He seemed to be a far more agitated mood today then all this week. In fact. He hadn't drug me down the stairs like that in ages. Thank god for small blessings I guess even though me and god don't really talk. Hell, if I died right now and came face to face with god … I would probably punch him in the throat for giving me such a shitty ass life, the jerk.

See my mother had left when I was still a baby. Dad said she was just some whore he met off the street but I knew otherwise. I found a picture of her in a box in his closet among porn and picture of a bruised, battered and not to mention naked me. She was beautiful long flowing jet black hair. Piercing steal blue eyes, strong jaw line and a caring though hard set smile. All of these were feature that I inherited but only they looked really bad on me. My hair was long but stringy and dull, my eyes were gray and my jaw was soft yet too strong set for my face. I was tall lanky and skinny. I hid under oversized clothes in black and grays to hide all the bruises I had sustained from father and bullies at school.

All and all I was an unremarkable kid. Not ugly but not good looking either, not smart but I got all C's every report card. I wasn't popular but I wasn't a nerd or anything like that. I was the outsider. You know that kid you always see walking hope from school alone that you think awe poor kid for no real reason other then the way he looks. Yeah, I'm that kid. Thanks for noticing.

I set daddy's eggs, bacon, toast, and juice down on the table and turned to go get ready for school.

"I'm going out tonight after work." He announced as my foot hit the first stair where my head had been only moments ago

I gulped hard, feeling a cold shiver run down my spine that ended painfully in my still badly bruised hips. I said nothing just proceeded up the stairs. My dad was what you would a loving drunk. Some would wonder why I didn't prefer him being drunk. Well the answer is really very simple. When my dad is drunk he thinks I'm mama, which means to make him happy I have to do everything my mama used to do for him.

When he isn't drunk he's beating the shit out of me for looking like my mother, but when he is, he's fucking the shit out of me for looking like her.

It's enough to give a person a complex isn't it.

I set down on the edge of my bed and tried to control the tremors running through my body so I could get dress and get out of the house. I slipped on a heavy black shirt and a pair of baggy black jeans before grabbing my hoodie and backpack and heading down stairs. I was out the door and on the street before my daddy could say a word.

Dakota was a nice place to be in fall. It was cool and charming and the streets were a little gloomy. I hurried down the streets, navigating through the steal and concrete buildings and shops. Finally the high school came into view. I should have been a junior by now but thanks to having to send a good few months in the hospital and then not being able to do anything in PE I had been held back. I was a second year sophomore.

I wondered unnoticed through the throngs of students. I was nothing to them, just another face. Today might be good. If I could just continue to be invisible till the final bell I would be fine. From class to class I seemed to phase always in the back, always out of sight, out of mind. Lunch came about and I chose my usual spot far away from all the other kids under a tree with my tray.

I was perfectly content there until a bit of ruckus caught my attention. A little Hispanic boy came flying from behind one of the school building close to me. Apparently he had been thrown by the big black dude storming up to him. I couldn't here what they were saying but I new it was very angry and very violent. I couldn't just stand there and let them beet the poor boy up. But what could I possible do, if I wasn't mistaken, the big black dude with the bandana was Wade, the toughest hood in Dakota.

Wade picked up the boy and was about to punch him.

"Hey, p…put him down!" I yelled. My entire body tensed as wade turned and looked at me. My fingers dug into the grass clawing at the earth beneath me as I prepared to run for my life. Thankfully three things happened at this point. One the Hispanic boy kicked wade in the side and ran off than another boy came from out of no where with his own little crew and he and Wade's gang stated fighting. I was sure the other boy's name was Francis. He was tall, wide shouldered, with a tapered waist and dazzling red and yellow flame like hair. If I hadn't been scrambling to get out of the area I would have taken the time to call him cute. I didn't dare go back to class, wade would probably be looking for me. I found myself under the bleachers in the football field shaking. I set down and pulled my knees up to my chest.

This was perfect, just perfect. I would have to be all paranoid for the rest of the school year now. Maybe, my hood had been low enough to obscure my face. Something touched my shoulder and I nearly jumped out my skin as I rolled away form it. I looked up to find the Hispanic boy from before looking at me. He had a bashful smile on his face along with a few bruises.

"hey, you that kid who saved Me.' he said and I nodded still unsure of him. I could only imagine how I must have looked. Daddy always said that when I was nervous or frightened I looked like a cat about to run.

" I just wanted to say thanks man," the boy went on. I nodded calming down slightly.

"Well, I couldn't just stand there and let him hurt you. That would have been as bad as if I was the one about to punch you." I said.

The kid nodded his head and smiled again. He was rather handsome, like a well-bred dog that had been through the nine levels of hell in only three days. His eyes were wide and his smile genuine.

"Hey, we should hang out tomorrow, you could meet my homies." He said

I could just turn him down so I agreed and if you could have seen the look of happiness on his face you would have been like "yeah you did the right thing."

Then why did I feel so freaked out on my way home.

I opened the door to my house and wondered up the stairs. I dropped my backpack on the bed then went about doing my choirs. I went from room to room making sure everything was spotless. The house really didn't need it considering I did the same thing everyday but daddy preferred the house gleaming when he came home. After everything was done I made dinner, a huge one as always. Spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, broccoli smothered in cheese and peach cobbler for desert. I slid down the cabinet and set on the floor waiting for the cobbler to finish. I couldn't stop worrying about that boy and meeting his friends tomorrow. I had never really had friends. Of course there were a few people I spoke to at school but none of them were really my friends. Then there was the fact, that it been Francis and his little gang who had run up after the boy got free. All this was a bit much. I sighed and looked out the window and then blinked. Looking at me was a black cat, it was a beautiful creature with pleading green eyes and a dark pink little nose. We stared at each other for a long time till the timer for the oven went off. I pulled the cobbler out of the oven and when I turned back to the window, the little cat was gone. Oddly enough I felt a little calmer after seeing the cat. I wished it would have staid. I always wanted a cat but daddy wouldn't here of it, instead he bought me stuffed animals like tigers, lions, and other types of felines.

I ate and retired to my room thinking maybe I could ask daddy to buy me a kitten again if he wasn't too tired. I fell asleep clutching a small knitted lion toy to my chest.

The room was dark and I knew I wasn't alone. My breath caught in my chest I felt weight descend on the bed. A large hand stroked my cheek, then my shoulder.

"Daddy's home baby." He whispered.

I could smell the booze on him, it was even worst when he leaned over to kiss my cheek and his hot breath clouded around my face. I was shivering from fear and nervousness as he pulled back the covers.

"Are you cold baby." He asked but I said nothing.

Daddy stood up and I heard the belt buckle on his pants giggle as it came undone, then I heard him slide his pants to the floor. He set back down and pulled the covers lower till my legs were exposed. He lifted me up to lay me on my back.

"Daddy is going to make it all better baby. Do you want daddy to make it better." He slurred. I said nothing simply turned my head and lifted my hips for him. He hooked his cold callused fingers into my bottoms yanked them down. My room was warm but daddy was cold as his hand wrapped around my sex. I would be chaffing there again in the morning. He began to work me up and down but I was too nervous to get hard for him.

"Come one baby, doesn't it feel good when daddy does it like this." He whined in my ear. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him. Suddenly I felt the wet warmth of his mouth around my member and I arched my back. He slurped up and down on me getting it all wet. I whimpered as his mouth worked it's way from my throbbing erection to my swollen balls then to my most private place. He stuck his tongue in and out, sucking at my hole as I writhed on the bed. He was rough with me but still gentle as he could be in his drunk lumbering form. I loved my daddy so I didn't complain. He was all I had left in this world.

Daddy's mouth left me with a wet popping noise and felt him climb on the bed.

"Roll over baby. Get on you hand and knees." He said and I slowly turned over onto my belly. I was shaking so badly that my arms and knees couldn't support me but daddy didn't care. He grabbed my waist and pulled me up into the position he wanted. Without any words of comfort daddy slammed himself into me. I screamed once but fell silent as he rammed into me over and over. He gripped my hips so badly it hurt, making the brushes on my hips darker.

It went on for hours and I wasn't exaggerating, when daddy was drunk he could go from 7pm to 5 am if he had a mind to. Thankfully he was done just as the sun started to come up. With one finally thrust he filled me with the very stuff that had made me. He shivered and convulsed on top of me for a while before pulling out and grabbing his clothes.

"Goodnight baby." He said.

I fell onto my stomach ass in the air. I ached all over. I turned my head to look out my window to find a pair of green eyes staring at me. The cat meowed sadly and I smiled.

"I'm ok kitty, daddy didn't mean it." I sighed before passing out from pain and exhaustion

I opened my eyes and groaned as I rolled over. My entire body felt like it had been pummeled. I slid my hand down my side till I reached my hips. I lightly touched the skin and had to jerk my hand away hissing in pain. I looked down and nearly swooned. In combination with the barely healing bruises from before were now too overlapped by tow more sets of hand shaped bruises dark and painful. I cringed as I stood and fumbled to the bathroom. It was still early and I could hear daddy snoring in his room. At least today I would be excused from making breakfast. He would excuse me from school if he thought it would do any good. My daddy really was a good man when he wasn't hung-over he tried his best to apologize for all the bruises, cuts and broken bones by giving me anything I desired. He cried himself to sleep sometimes after beating me or having sex with me. Once he had lay down in bed with me and cried. It was the first night he had started all this. I had bled so badly my sheets were stained. Daddy burned them of course. He wasn't always a drunk; he was always a pedophile neither. He just had bad days and good days but I still loved my daddy.

I got dress then slipped into daddy's room. He was lying on his bed naked and hard. For a moment I was fearful but I mustered up my courage and walked over to his bed. I kissed his cheek and told him I was leaving. He groaned and grunted something but didn't stir.

I was late to school, the rough session last night made it hard for me to walk and my hips ached and stung from having my pants rub against them. I pulled them down a little further and I need up looking like one of the hood at school. Class was anything but eventful. Things went by fast and soon I was walking out the very same doors I had walk in through. Most kid complained about how the day drew out but when your invisible things seem move at a fast pace. I headed home to drop off my stuff before at home before heading out to go meet the boy from yesterday. He as ked me to meet him downtown at a rundown old factory. You may say that sounded a bit suspicious not to mention dangerous but hey what did I have to loose.

I went into my room set my backpack on my bed and changed into something a little more appropriate for a long walk. I chose clothes that actually fit this time but didn't get rid of my hoodie. I couldn't afford to have someone see the scars and bruises that covered almost every inch of my arms.

As I was pulling said hoodie on I got the overwhelming urge to lean out my window. I looked around but saw nothing. Just as I was about to pull my head in I heard a loud meow. I turned my head left looking a bit further out the window then I school have and there on the archway of the window across from me was the cat I had seen before. He meowed again and I realized he must have been stuck.

"Kitty, are you stuck, how'd you get up here in the first place?" I asked looking down at the street below. This ledge was far too small for me to be climbing out on to but I couldn't just let the cat stay out there. It wasn't right. So like an idiot I climbed out on to the ledge trying to get the feline down.

"Here kitty, com kitty you have to jump for my." I said trying to reach for the cat but not loose my footing. The dumb beast simply meowed and walked back and forth perfectly balanced on the ledge.

"Ok kitty my feet aren't as agile as yours so please just come here you mangy thing."

I reached and my foot slipped but I regained footing although shakily. By now I was out my window flat against the brick wall of my building reaching upward for the cat on unsteady feet.

"Hey man what are you doing up there." Said one.

I turned to see a black boy with dreads and an orange long sleeve shirt looking at me, along with several other people on the street below.

"Look, whatever it is, I'm sure it's not that bad. My dad's a councilor, just come down from there and I can take you to talk with him.

"No, you don't understand." I called back to him. I couldn't believe he thought I was trying to jump…. Ok yeah I could why he would think that. I was after all a scrawny little teen in all black standing on the ledge of a building overlooking sever feet below me.

"I'm trying to help this cat, he's stu…." I turned to indicate said cat and almost lost my footing again in shock. The cat was gone. Not just gone as it had moved out of my line of vision or had jumped, it was gone as in vanished

"I'm sure it's a really pretty cat too but maybe-"

"The cat's gone, it's not there anymore." I said in a panic and that's when it happened. My left foot slipped and my fingers dug into the ledge over head to stop my from falling. I was dangling there trying to get my legs to stop trembling enough to put my foot back on the ledge.

"What apartment are!" called the boy

"Apartment F9" I shouted and he vanished.

I couldn't believe this was going to died committing a good deed, WTF man!

God I swear if I die right now me and you are going to have one hell of a brawl when I get up there.

My foot slipped-me and my big mouth- and I went falling. For a moment I saw my life flash before my eyes and let me tell you it made me want to cry. Suddenly something grabbed my around the waist and yanked me back into the window. I and my savor went rolling across the floor till I landed on top of him breathing hard.

"Are you ok?" asked the black boy who been on the street

I coughed and tried to regain my breath. "No, I almost died." I wheezed.

There was a meow and I looked over to see the cat striding across the floor.

"That's the cat."

"Wow you weren't kidding. I thought for sure…"

"That I was some crazy emo kid and I was going to jump." I quizzed getting off of him.

"Well yeah." He asked bashfully. "I'm viral by the way. Virgil Hawkins." He said.

The name rung a bell, I was sure he went to my school; I had heard him cracking jokes in the hall with some blond on numerous occasions.

"Solan Kyle

Virgil stayed a while with me, making sure I was really ok. I was grateful to him for saving my life but I had some place to be. I lead up both out onto the doorstep, stating that I would repay him somehow but right now I was in a rush. He continuously suggests that I come by the youth center his dad ran after I told him where I was heading. He seemed to think my going downtown was a bad idea. But, I simply thanked him for saving my life fore leaving him on my door step and heading out.

As I thought back to landing on Virgil, I couldn't help the blush that came over my pale face.