Intro

I always found intros kind of...boring. I mean they're usually just a giant ass monolog describing the character and all of his angsty problems. The thing is all of those so called 'problems' can be solved with just some damn effort. Jeez if I drag this on you'll just start to call me a hypocrite, but I do want to get three main points across. One, screw all these super-powered 'normal protagonists' if they're so called normal, make them have actually possible human strength. Two, No girl will fall head over heels for an average person like you or me. It's just the facts, sorry to burst your bubble. Three, It takes time and money to have someone learn any skill. No one can learn how to use a bo-staff in the span of a month. Now that that's out of the way, let me start close to where everything went wrong.

Flying towards the Fan

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Ding! I pulled on the microwave door and grabbed the searing hot plate of nachos. "Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!" I panted as I speed-walked back into the living room and set the plate on the coffee table. "Why did I grab that without a dish towel?" I asked myself aloud.

A voice echoed from across the room, "Seriously, the hell were you thinking?" He then proceeded to laugh at my pain.

"Ahh, Shaddup Aaron. You know just as well how hungry I am." I threw back at him.

"True, True. Now pass me those nachos." I smiled and slid the plate over to him.

This Nacho stealing jerk is my roommate Aaron Black. I've known him since high school, and just a couple of weeks ago he asked me for a place to stay, and well. You can see how things went.

"Hey, so what do you want to do later?" I asked in curiosity.

"Uhh, I think that game you wanted was on sale. You wanna go look?"

I checked the time on my phone, 4:30, I think we have enough time before it closes. "Yea, Let's go. Which car are we taking?"

"The one that can actually drive numbnuts." Aaron snarked as he grabbed his coat.

I chucked and snatched up my wallet and keys and headed out the door with Aaron following closely behind.

It took about ten minutes to get to the game store. It was a family owned store, a rarity nowadays. A signature bell rang as we went through the door. The clerk welcomed us, as usual and started to chat with Aaron as I looked for something.

I looked through about every section they had, for the consoles we actually had, and found nothing that seemed particularly interesting to me. My eyes started to wander around the shop for a while when the door chimed again.

The person who entered was, how should I say it? Interesting, I guess? He had a white suit and bowler cap. An ascot adorned his neck and matched his auburn swept hair. In his hand he had a gray and white cane. A cigar was erupting smoke from the side of his mouth.

"Sir, this is a no smoking store. So could you put out your cigar please?" The clerk tried to get the man's attention, to no avail.

Then, the suited man spoke. "Interesting store you have here," He took the cigar out of his mouth and tapped the edge of it to spray ashes on the glass display counter,
"but I'm not here to buy anything. I need some help finding someone." I could feel the bullshit seeping out of his mouth.

The clerk actually bought into this guy's act and pressed further. "I think I can help, Who are you looking for, Mister…..?"

His head snapped towards the clerk, "It's Torch wick, and I'm looking for this man." This 'Torchwick' proceeded to pull a picture out of his pocket.

The clerk's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh! I know him, he's actually in the store. He should be over there!" The clerk then pointed in my general direction. Stopped walking in shock.

Oh, shit. What does a mafia looking guy want with me? I backpedaled to where I couldn't be seen by the counter. Think, who is this Torch..wick….wait a minute. I know that name. My eyes widened when I finally realized who and what this Torchwick was.

"Excuse me." I heard the voice I never wanted to hear speak in my ear.
I turned my head to the person next to me, Torchwick.

"Y-yes?" I replied nervously.

"You know why I'm here don't cha' kid?" Why is he here exactly?

"I have some ideas, yea." Lie numeral Uno. "Why are you here exactly Torchwick?" Why did I ask that?!

"Well kid," He brought his cane up to eye level, "I guess this is it for you." Pop. The bottom of his cane opened and turned into a crosshair. My breath got caught in my throat. I tried to get away, but I knew trying to get away from this guy was useless. Bang.

Holy shit, he missed! How did he miss?! I proceeded to burst out the back door, sprinting as fast as I could to my car. I slammed into the side of my car and fumbled with the door handle. Crap, it's locked. Roaming through my pockets, found my set of keys. I messed with the lock, finally getting it open. I, regrettably, looked behind me and saw Torchwick closing in on me. Panicking I dove into my car and tried to get it started. The car revved multiple times.

"Come on! Work damn you!" As if answering to my wishes, the car rose from the dead with a purr. Slamming my foot on the gas, I skidded the car out of the parking lot, nearly hitting Torchwick in the process, and sped off to somewhere he probably couldn't find me.

Thanks for Reading. This is my first posted story, I would appreciate any sort of feedback on anything I might be able to improve.