HEROES FAN FICTION
DAMIEN'S STORY
VOLUME ONE
"BIRTH"
CHAPTER ONE
"X-RAY"
Do you ever get the feeling like you were meant to do something… extraordinary? I've always thought so myself, I knew that I was meant for something greater, something worthwhile. I was born with some type of genetic defect, I didn't know the specifics but my father, a research scientist at a prestigious University, was searching for answers.
I don't see him a lot and when I do, he's always taking blood and hair samples or running some kind of experiment. It's not his fault, I know he wants to help, but not everything can be fixed.
After an argument with my father, I found myself with the ability to 'see through things,' yeah that's right, I had X-Ray vision! I ran out, you know, I just needed time to myself. Little did I know that my life was about to be turned upside down.
When backed into a corner, most creatures are able to pull of an unexpected and extraordinary feat to protect itself or something dear to them.
Downtown New York City, NY
The scent of New York City's finest hot dogs hung in the air. As I walked through the heavily packed streets, I felt guilty on how I had handled the previous situation at home. I knew that I needed to cool off before I headed back. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard desperate cries coming from an alley. I instinctively followed them and found two men; one of which was hunched over the other who seemed unresponsive.
"Peter!" the conscious one said, holding the other up in his arms, who I deduced was Peter.
"Hey!" I called as I drew closer. "What happened?"
The conscious one seemed reluctant to answer.
"I'm trying to help you," I said.
He analysed me quickly, as if thinking whether he could trust me. "He's my brother," he said quickly. "He fell from the fire escape," he continued indicating to the spot.
"How?" I asked, this whole thing didn't make any sense. Was this guy lying? Had he pushed his brother himself?
"I don't have time for this," he said. "I have to get my brother to the hospital."
I called upon my X-Ray vision and scanned Peter quickly. "He should be fine," I said as the other one finished talking to the 911 operator.
"What?"
"My dad's a doctor," I said, I was kind of lying. He used to be a doctor though. "He doesn't seem to have broken anything, he should be fine."
He looked at me suspiciously before saying 'thanks.'
I extended my hand. "By the way, I'm Damien."
"I'm Nathan Pe… just Nathan," he said, shaking my hand. All of a sudden, he froze. I could feel his hand start to grow colder, while mine became increasingly warmer. I pulled my hand back quickly and he shook his head, as if coming out of a daze. "Who are you?" he asked, rather hostilely.
"I just told you, I'm Damien," I replied. He went back to his silence and I left, confused about his behaviour.
As I crossed the road I heard an ambulance siren. My head turned around, spotting the speeding vehicle. Instinctively, my knees bent, as if charging and like an elastic band, released, literally sending my 'flying'. My mind was overwhelmed with emotions. I was scared, surprised, happy and free. How was this even possible?
I soared over large buildings and apartments. At first, it was hard to control, but eventually, I learned that if I concentrated my weight to one side of my body, I'd go in that direction.
Half-an hour later, I fell (in an attempt to land) on the grass in my backyard. "Dad!" I called excitingly as I moved towards the house. The door was half open. I continued through the house and headed to the kitchen. That's when I saw him. As my dad was lying unconscious on the floor, there was a guy rummaging through his papers. As he turned around to face me I saw his Horn Rimmed Glasses.
"Hello Damien," he said. "My friend and I need you to come with us."
I turned around in an attempt to escape. To my horror, I found myself facing another guy. He was a bald, dark guy. He remained silent, he never said a word. He just reached out and put his hand on my forehead and everything went black…
TO BE CONTINUED…