The tale you are beginning to read isn't about your average superhero. It isn't a jolly story where everyones happy in the end and the world isn't messed up. This is the story of two boys who were meant to be friends but the superhero stories you're used to ruined them.
Blaine Anderson, charming, handsome and an all around nice guy to his classmates and friends but between you and me, if I can trust you to keep it a secret that is, he's Central Cities beloved hero. How you ask? Simple, his Daddy had a lot of money and anyone with a lot of money will quickly get in a lot of trouble.
"Mr Anderson, you know what we want." Mr Lopez smirked, pressing his pistol further into the other mans back, "We wants our money, Mr Anderson, and we wants it now."
"Daddy?"
Blaine never asked for it, nor did he want it but a six year old with wild curly hair, spiderman pyjamas and a desperate Dad really didn't have a say in the affairs of mobsters.
"Hows about, we take your boy?" Mr Lopez reasoned, his goonies laughed and nodded. Mr Anderson looked to his son, whos round and teary brown eyes were focused on his.
"Forget my face okay? I never existed. The moment you leave this room you forget me ok Blaine? Promise me?"
"He wont forget this." Mr Lopez fired a round through the boy's father's head and the child gasped and stumbled backwards. Eyes were blown wide open in fear and panic. Tears ran down his face like taps as he looked at his Fathers splattered head.
"Daddy?"
"Grab him and go."
Blaine was then taught from the day on how to be a villain by the Lopez Mob. Mr Lopez collected the cites debts and if they didn't pay up they lost their kid's life. Blaine however was the first to survive with nothing but a dead family. Only a dead family you say? One of the only other two kids in the Mob got it worse.
"Fairy, keep up. You can't fight if you're so girly!"
"Hey!" Santana growled, even at age eight she was a mini version of her father, "Imma girl and I could kick your sorry ass so leave him alone. It isn't his faults he's a homo, it isn't his fault he watched his parents die, It isn't his fault he had to go through..."
"Santana, it's ok." Kurt smiled at his resting a hand on his shoulder, "Thanks."
"Go check on Anderson, he wasn't in training this morning."
That is how a young Kurt Hummel discovered he and Blaine Anderson bit more alike then they knew. Sweet kid, brought him in a bag of cookies to talk to him.
"Hello?" Kurt asked, slowly walking into the boys room holding up the cookie bag, "The big men don't like me unless i bring them something so I brought you cookies." Silence, "They have white and milk chocolate chips?"
"Really, both kinds in one cookie?" A voice in a close range asked.
"Yeah!" Kurt gasped as the floorboards ahead of him lifted. Blaine Anderson, a curly topped kid with a missing front tooth beamed up at him. He then raised a finger to his mouth.
"Can you keep a secret?" He whispered and Kurt nodded intently. "Well c'mon then, I was busy." Blaine huffed, ushering Kurt into his den.
"Wow!" Kurt gasped as the floorboards closed. Blaine's den was a deck out of all things superhero. Capes, costumes and so many pictures and clippings and posters that Kurt was in shock. The walls ,which were obviously there for the underground bunker that now was a hideout, were painted sloppily light yellow, the floors were concrete but had drawings of heroes flying across the floor.
"Beautiful isn't it? Heroes that is." Blaine smiled happily. He then pointed to a picture of Batman who was looking down from his poster with a smiling Robin by his side, "I wanna be just like him." Kurt gave him and strange look as he got out a blue box filled with only Batman comics. Blaine sat down on a Spiderman beanbag to read to Kurt. "I mean look at him! He's amazing!"
"Wouldn't you rather be that guy?" Kurt inquired pointing over his shoulder to the Joker. Blaine gasped in horror.
"No! He's the bad guy!"
"Don't you wanna be the bad guy?"
"NO WAY! The bad guy doesn't save the day does he?" Blaine yelled standing up making Kurt back away in fear. "The Bad guy doesn't have anyone to care about him, does he?"
"Well...I...uh...you...uh..." Kurt stammered scared to death by the rage and hurt and hatred on Blaine's face.
"The bad guy doesn't get the girl does he? No, the bad guy never once gets the girl, see for yourself!" Blaine yelled, throwing a stack of Iron Man comics at the scared boy.
"What if I don't want the girl?" Kurt gasped out.
"Then you'd be better off being evil wouldn't you!" Blaine yelled with tears in his eyes. "You brought cookies, I showed you my den! I thought you were going to be my friend!" He yelled louder, tears streaming now.
"I am!" Kurt cried, tears now rolling down his face.
"NO!" Blaine pushed him and the boy screamed as he fell into a bookshelf, causing the hardbacks to tumble on top of him. "If you want to be the bad guy fine, but you are not my friend, not now not ever!"
That was the last time Blaine ever saw Kurt. He ran away the next day leaving Blaine, alone in his broken looking den, wondering why anyone wouldn't want to be a hero. And that, dear reader, is where our tale begins. Back to Blaine, back to his perfect life. Blaine ran away as soon as his hero stash was discover, he ran away to be that guy. Luckily he ran home, home which now lay residence to his Grandfather who moved there after his son died, in hopes Blaine would one day find his way back. Isn't that great? Back into the rich arms of his family.
What about the other Kid, you ask, what about Kurt, well his story is later. Be patient would you?
Anyways, Blaine told his Grandfather the whole story and his dream to be a hero. His Grandfather was an old man, who wanted nothing more that to please the only family he had left. Blaine was built his over secret hideout, his own gadgets and his own suit was developed. He trained with he best martial artists, the smartest hackers, the wisest reasoners and most secretive of government intelligence. By the age of sixteen, his Grandfather took ill.
"Blaine, "He croaked as he lay on his death bed. The crying boy held the older mans hand so tightly as the tears ran free again at the thought of losing his only family member he had left. "I need you to promise me that as soon as I'm in the ground..."
"Grampa..."
"Shh, child, let me finish. You must do what I've trained you for. You have to be the hero Central City needs. I have heard that there will soon be a rise up, a swarm of evil but you will save the city. You will beat the bad guy, save the day and get the girl." He coughed and touched Blaine's face, "You look so like your mother, she was a wonderful woman Blaine, beautiful and intelligent and the only true love your father ever had. If she had survived that crash, she would be as proud of you today as I am right now. I love you Blaine, and I'll say Hi to your parents. George will look after you now,"
"Like Batman?" Blaine laughed in spite his tears.
"Just like Batman." His Grandfather laughed back. "Goodbye, Blaine."
"Goodbye Grampa, I love you."
No, no, no! Don't you dare feel sorry for him. This is where Blaine Anderson, fueled by grief, saves Central City from the worst Super-Villain it's seen in years. There are two sides, so don't chose yours yet. Lean a bit closer, thats it come on, forget your childish fairy tales of true love or happily ever after, this isn't a Disney movie.
The Hero doesn't always win, he doesn't always save the day and he doesn't always get the girl!
Not in this story he doesn't.
January, 2012. Central City. 'City Cup'
"Blaine! Order up, two mocha lattes, a cherry whip with foam but no mallow and three bowls of coffee crumbly." Rachel Berry barked to her best friend, roommate and co-worker at Central City's best Coffee and Cookie house.
"Coming right up Rach!"
"While you're at it a Mochachinnie and a grande half caf vanillia latte." Noah Puckerman yelled.
"Oi, Puckerman! You're meant to be back here with me today!" Blaine argued, whipping the Mochachinnie with one hand and passing Rcahel her orders on a tray with the other hand.
"Sorry Blainey but the shops crowded, I need him upfront." Rachel sighed as she greeted her next customer. "Two cookie boxes and a Coffee Cookie Latte."
"Two seconds." Blaine sighed as he gave Puck his orders.
"Hey Blaine, smooch anyone over New Years?" Puck winked but Rachel laughed,
"No, he watched Friends reruns then watched the ball drop."
"Sad dude."
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"Whew that was a long day." Rachel sighed as she closed up shop at six thirty. Puck hummed in agreement as he played Angry birds and Blaine laughed as he swept the floor.
"I seriously hate the smell of Mochachinnies, always have and always will." He said, smoothing out the gel in his hair after he set the brush down. The trio laughed at this then paused as a long and shrill scream pierced the air.
"What in the world..." Rachel wondered as she walked towards the window. The street was abandoned save for a low baby stroller in the middle of the road. Blaine eyed it and gasped then pressed a button on his phone.
"Rachel get away from the window!" Blaine cried. Rachel had only began to walk quickly back when the stroller exploded and she screamed and tripped. Puck grabbed her and puller her away from he flying glass. "Get behind the counter!" Blaine ordered him. Puck nodded and ran with Rachel to where Blaine was. Blaine moved to get up but Puck grabbed his arm.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling the ambulance for Rachel, look at her knee." Blaine pointed out the bloodied limb and as Puck looked Blaine vanished down the alley behind the shop where a hovering red disc awaited him. "Time to fly." He smiled, ripping his shirt off to reveal his costume below.
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The city center was filled with a black mist and a silvery laugh. The police stood by the bank waiting for the secretive villain to walk out. The silvery laugh followed again.
"C'mon boys, at least try to make it fun." The voice giggled. "I didn't come to play hide and seek. I don't like that game."
"This isn't a game!" The head of police yelled to the cheers of the people.
"Isn't it? Isn't it all? Even this town is a game, one you wish to lose considering you have no hero. What poor, sad town doesn't have a hero?"
"Not this one." A voice behind the people said. They all turned and looked up to see their hero. There was a gasp and chattering amongst the people. He was dressed in a blue body suit with red gloves and boots. A flowing red and black pattern fell over his shoulder to then fall down his opposite leg and twist its way around his leg to the boots. His eye mask was navy with red piping and his curly locks blew free in the night air.
"Oh! A hero! How quaint, and what do they call you?" The voice asked. Then suddenly silvery stripes and swirls covered the bank door until it exploded, and the villain walked out of the smoke, "Blue boy?" The villain swayed his hips as he walked forward and the hero gasped at the sight.
He was clad in a silver body suit with black and white spirals tracing his toned arms and falling over his black, wide ended gloves and then stretching across is shoulder blades and neck it fell down in the same pattern down his other arm. The same pattern tracked up his left leg and swirled at his hip and knee then flowed up his side until it connected to the shoulder design. His billowy chestnut hair was styled perfectly and swirled - much like the design- above his left eye, his whole costume accented the beauty of his icy blue eyes. His Silver eye mask was piped with silver and in short, he looked breath taking.
"Thats cute, what do they call you: Glitter boy?" The hero quipped to the silver man who laughed with the sound of bells.
"OH now you are the one being cute. You won't forget my name, sugar, not if you're smart which I highly doubt. I've been taught not to trust men with curly hair.
"And I've been taught not to trust criminals." The hero zoomed forward after flicking his wrists to cause micro-machine guns to rise from the top of his gloves. The Villain braced himself.
"Aw, why do you wanna fight honey?" The police all aimed their guns at him as he smirked. "Well, I'll play." As the shots were fired he raised out his palms and they froze and began to spin. "Sure your ready for me?"
"Who are you! What do you want from this city?" The hero cried. The villain pretended to think.
"Hrm, what I want? Easy; Power, money, freedom but mainly power. Who I am well, If you must know," The bullets all span as the thick smoke rolled in again. "The name is Argento!" And with that the fog overtook and the bullets flew. "So many could be hurt, who to try and save, who to save?"
"Give it up Argento, show yourself and don't be a coward!"
"Coward? At least you know who I am, who are you wonderboy?"
"The Warbler."
"Hrrrrrm, Warbler huh?" His voice seemed closer to the hero now, far closer. "Now, riddle me this. How does a Warbler fly without his wings?"
"I don't know, how?" The Warbler scoffed then suddenly felt warm breath by his neck and heard a laugh oh so close to his ear before a quiet whisper sounded.
"It doesn't." And with one shove, The Warbler was falling from the sky, his hover disk stilled in the air above him.
So this is our story, the tragic tale of The Warbler and Argento. Don't worry, he isn't dead yet, that would be a short tale wouldn't it? No, he realized something on that fall, two somethings. One, he forgot to lock up before he left to save the world and two, Argento seemed eerily familiar.
"C'mon, c'mon, work!" Warbler cried as he kick his feet to start up his boot jets. As soon as they lit he spun around to see Argento hovering with his arms crossed looking bored.
"Well that was boring. Could have at least screamed."
"What the hell was that for?" The Warbler gasped out.
"Duh, I'm a bad guy honey." He moved towards him, "And you're the hero, this is the part where we fight. Caught up sweet cheeks?"
"Look down."
"What?" Argento asked doing so, Warbler hit the back of his neck and soon restrained his arms behind his back.
"Never take your eyes off your opponent, caught up sweet cheeks?" Argento laughed at the hero,
"Oh look, a sense of humour." He deadpanned. He then swung his leg up over his front to kick the Warbler's head. He left out a small 'Oof!' before releasing the villain. "Well birdy, it has been fun, you'll be seeing me a lot more. Try not to miss me too much, m'kay?" and with that the smoke and villain disappeared. As the hero landed, the head of Central City Police ran up to him.
"Did you see where he went?"
"No, he vanished with the smoke. Was anyone badly hurt by the bullets?"
"No, only minor injury. Thank you Warbler, really it's about time this city got a hero like you." The officer smiled. The Warbler saluted casually then replied.
"I'll be around, and don't worry I will find Argento."
"Thanks, we'll get on his case too."
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George was an old man, and old man who cared deeply for his best friends grandson so you can imagine his discomfort when said boy arrived home to his hideout and threw off his mask in a rage.
"Master Blaine?"
"Not now, Georgey, I'm sorry." The Unmasked Hero sighed. He typed furiously at the super computer and pulled up tonights photos of himself and Argento. "Who are you?"
"Sir? If I may, he doesn't seem much older than you. Possibly you know him?" George offered but Blaine shook his head.
"No, no those eyes. I'd remember those." He enlarged the face and narrowed his eyes. "Whoever you are, I will find you."
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I have some drawing(s) of characters costumes and masks on my tumblr, only one currently but more interest then more with be drawn i guess :) (Stroppy Poppy on tumblr. Header is 'Oh, I said that out loud didn't I?'
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Also: The talky unlined bits are the narrator of this story. Further on more clues at to how it is are relieved but you won't know for sure until the final characters.
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