The Forgotten Shadow
Chapter 1
It was a cold, harsh night. Just the way he liked it. Snow was whipping around at almost 50 mph. It was almost -35 degrees C outside. Just the way he liked it. A night that could kill a random ugly, pretty, or regular special was a night he felt alive. His name was Joma. He was the one and only of his kind.
Joma was the only shadow special ever created. Only two people ever knew he had ever existed: himself, and his creator. Who that was exactly, he had never actually found out. But who ever it was, he owed that person all the thanks in the universe. Before he had become a shadow, he had been like one, totally unnoticed, and less than an Extra. If you took Aya before she became famous, and compared her to Joma, she would have seemed like Nana Love. But soon Joma would be given the opportunity to change all that.
A few days after his 16th birthday, Joma got a ping. Over his entire life, he had only gotten factory pings that welcomed him to a city, or something like that. But this one had been from a person, asking if Joma wanted to finally be noticed. Of course he accepted. He had been given instructions to go to an old warehouse, where he would be given an operation that would finally get him noticed. When he got there, the operation was given to him while he was asleep. When he woke up, he found a note saying this: "You now have the powers of cutters and Superman 100 fold, but the stealth and agility, not to mention hand to hand and weaponry know how of Batman, also 100 fold. What you do with all this power, that is up to you. No one but you and me even know you exist. You have all the freedom you could want. Your payment to me is that you will never know who I am, unless the fate of the world rests in the balance. I'll be in touch soon. From, Z"
Joma, calling himself a forgotten shadow, went on for the next few weeks doing good deeds from the shadows. He was being noticed. Who ever had turned him had given him everything he needed, clothing, 2 eyescreens, an untraceable skintenna, and a full rucksack full of weapons, rations (not that he needed them, he could go for 3 months without food) and a hover board that would make the cutters boards look like child's toys.
As Joma stood in the sub-artic wind, a smile spread to his face. He looked even scarier than the cutters ever had, and his flash tattoos, fingernails, teeth, eyes, face, and body allowed him to do what he did while making him untraceable. He really was a shadow. Suddenly, he received a ping. It was from a person named Z, and had no address. My creator, Joma thought as he opened the ping. It read:
"Joma, you have been doing very well for yourself. But I have noticed that you seem a little lonely. So, I have made just one other forgotten shadow as a friend for you. She should be arriving as soon as you read my P.S. Keep up the great work, and enjoy your life. You have earned the good hype going on about you.
From, Z
P.S. Look behind you
Joma turned around, and, sure enough, there was a girl who looked just like him. He almost fell apart at her attractiveness. "Hi, you must be Joma. I'm Qullen. From everything I've heard about you, you seem like a really great, caring person." She then whispered in his ear, "I hope I get the chance to know you better." And in that instance, Joma knew he had found a lifelong friend and partner. But before he could say anything back, he picked up on a warden emergency call from Diego. [Attention, cutters, we require assistance at once! We are being attacked by a rebellious group of pretties who want to expand farther. Repeat, we need assistance…] "Looks like your hitting the ground running," Joma said, as he and Qullen hopped on their boards and sped off towards Diego…
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