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Origins 1.2

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I got off the school-bus with a pleasant blaze going. I made my way through my new neighborhood and enjoyed the pain-numbing buzz. I had a four block walk to get to my new home.

It reminded me New Orleans, LA mixed with Shreveport, LA. A strange blend of poverty, high-rise apartment buildings, and, very old houses. I could see the masts of wrecked ships a few more blocks down the road.

I heard it was called the boat graveyard.

Spooky.

I made my way to an old white house with peeling paint and the sounds of bongos blaring into the street through thin walls. I let myself into the front door and wished I hadn't. My new father was bare assed naked sitting in the living room playing little hand drums and reciting love poems to my equally naked new mom. I really like these guys, but... They were hardcore nudists.

Mom noticed I was home first.

She ran up to me and gave me a hug. Cheery Rainwater was a very tall and excitable woman and her tits mashed into my face as she squealed in happiness to see me. "How was your first day at your new school?"

"I got the shit kicked out of me." I pointed to my busted lip and black eye after she let my face out of her deep cleavage.

Being 6ft 2in, she had to bend down to get a look at my shiner. She seemed to recoil suddenly. "Keanu Reeves Rainwater! What have I told you about marijuana?!" She seemed to forget about my shiner and swollen lip.

"Not until I'm sixteen." I mumbled. And kicked at imaginary dirt on the ground. How did she smell that shit when she smokes it all damn day.

"And what happens when you break the rules?" Dad prompted from the floor.

"Karma comes back to kick my ass." I muttered quietly

"Exactly." Mom said and gave me another face smothering hug. "When you do bad things, bad things happen. You get extra Tai Chi time tonight to meditate on your actions and the consequences karma dishes out."

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After a vegan dinner of cabbage tacos and steamed asparagus, I finished my homework and started in on the family exercise routine. Dad taught yoga and Tai Chi to rich yuppies during the day while mom worked a high priced escort*cough*fancy prostitute*cough* on Thursday and Saturday nights. Every night we did a half hour of yoga and a half hour of Tai Chi together.

"Family bonding" Dad called it. I just wished I didn't have to be naked with my biological parents and be reminded of my new scrawny body. I was pretty athletic for a fifteen year old, but I missed being 26.

And the boners I kept getting around mom were really embarrassing.

I lost myself in the Tai Chi and meditated. I pondered what I was supposed to do in this new world. I had been here for a year already. This strange place with parahumans and Endbringers. What fucked-up shit I had seen in the newspapers.(my parents didn't believe in TV)

Slaughterhouse Nine killing entire towns.

Heartbreaker enslaving his own children.

Nilbog getting the better part of upstate New York quarantined.

There was no one powerful enough to stop the Slaughterhouse Nine, much less the Endbringers.

The world was fucked. God had sent me here with a simple order to 'Do Good'. Far easier said than done in this kind of world, so different than my own. I seriously doubted that that I could make even the slightest difference in a mad world like this.

I went to bed worried and weary, with a boner that just wouldn't quit. My parents believed in a 'family bed' and shared the same mattress as I did. It would be hell to try and sneak out to see a girl when I had to climb over my light sleeping mother's massive tits just to go pee in the middle of the night.

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I spent the next week at school getting to know my new clique. We called ourselves the Winslow silk traders. After dropping out or graduating, we would pitfight our way into becoming full fledged Merchants.

Real merchants got the best deals on drugs in the city. They could get eightballs of 98% pure white girl for a fraction of the price it sold to non gang members. I drooled at the thought of all the drugs I could do on the cheap.

The bitches in my new clique were all on the right side of pretty and most were just coming to school in order to trade blow jobs for cash with which they would use to buy H. I avoided H like the plague. I loved it too much to ever stop if I got on it.

I noticed a lot of the mini skinheads and jr. yakuza appeared to hate my guts by associating with the cool kids like I was. I assumed they must have their own gangs like we merchants did. I didn't really pay attention to things that were boring.

Skinheads and Yakuza were very very boring and very anti-drugs to my knowledge. Otherwise, why would they hate the Silk traders so much?

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I was in Mr Glady's class when I noticed the snickering. I only noticed because the the girls snickering were loud and close enough that they started to kill my buzz faster than Mr. Glady did. "What the hell is so funny?" I couldn't help but ask.

"None of your fucking business junky." The black girl of the group hissed back at me, voice dripping with contempt.

"Jeez, I was just asking a question." I muttered 'Cranky ass ho' under my breath.

"What did you say?!" The black girl exclaimed.

"I said yo momma stinks like shit."

She clocked me in the jaw like a pro.

"Sit down miss Hess!" Mr Glady yelled across the classroom.

"Aren't you going to send this bitch to the principal? She just assaulted me!" I stood up and yelled back loudly.

"Principle's office Rainwater!" Glady hollered back and pointed at the door.

"What the fuck for?" I shouted at the injustice of the action.

"Inappropriate Language." He shouted back.

"Inappropriate language my ass you shit toasted lemming fucker! That raging bitch punched me in the face!" I pointed at a fuming mad 'Miss Hess'.

"Out! Now!" Mr. Glady was red in the face and screaming.

I could keep this yelling match going and risk more trouble or I could leave and end this farce now. I erred on the side of caution and sauntered out of the room amidst the laughter of most of the class. I called out a parting shot as I walked out the door.

"You must be a really good cocksucker for him to ignore you punching me like that." I slammed the door behind me as the class howled with laughter. I quickly ran down the hallway in the opposite direction of the principle's office.

I needed to toke behind the school while I had the chance.

"Help!" I heard a girl crying. I looked around the empty hallway.

I looked around for where the crying was coming from. A locker door shook as the girl called out for help again and broke down sobbing. "Hey, Whats the combination?" I called through the locker door.

The sobbing and begging for help stopped.

"I'll let you out, I just need the combination to the lock."

"19-16-23" A hiccuping voice answered. I could smell something horrid wafting out of the locker as I put in the combination. As I opened the locker, A tall gangly girl fell into my arms. She was covered in bugs, used tampons and vomit.

"Thank you" she whispered, looking up at me with sad and teary eyes.

I opened my mouth to say your welcome, but the smell of vomit was too strong. What came out of my mouth was my leftover lunch.

And that was how I met Taylor Herbert.