Erudite edited this chapter for me and I only got to read the last part edited after I got back from vacation. Thank you readers for picking this chapter to read and I hope you like it.

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Simon knew nothing about Stands. He's never been good at understanding outstanding people but he could do outstanding things. He curled his fingers into a jab, charging Hamon into them. Both hands being together meant there was nothing he could hold onto.

Suddenly, he lost his hands. His hands were the same white colour, but with fingernails that looked like toenails instead. In the new hands, Simon was holding a piece of paper. The paper triggered the leader's Stand power as it transformed into a wolverine. The leader's darling walked to her as she stretched stretched her arm out. He kissed her hand to reward her for her help: it was thanks to her Stand that she switched the hands of the Hamon user with a soldier of theirs. Presently, he noticed how brawny Simon's hands were compared to his small ones.

Just when Simon thought his luck was at its lowest, the wolverine turned out to be feral. It bit and scratched him like domestic dogs did when little boys tugged on their collars. It was from the leader's malice that Simon had teeth and claw marks oozing blood out of him that extended into lines of blood.

The bright side was the wolverine scurried away. Tonight was going to be cold for a creature living in a foreign land.

"Remember the plan my devious and intelligent-I won't miss beautiful-wife Maximillene."

She remembered the trick to his Stand's powers: the source of the objects held gave it to him, and those things were usually blood and poo. With her strong legs, she leaped over her husband's head. At the moment she was risking falling on his head, she looked right to left, and then she looked st Simon.

Items were stacked on top of another, holding each other with one leg or trigger for a gun entwined with something new. Her husband turned these items into predatory animals: one lion, one rhino, one gorilla, and one wolf.

"Bon appetit," the leader said to the animals created by his Stand power.

The animals were not beholden to his will, but the power of the Stand his wife could use at will, kept him safe from the ravenous creatures.

Simon grabbed a machine gun by its long muzzle as the lion pounced at him. If there was one thing Simon had learned, it was that a firmly held gun being conducted with Hamon could make anyone flee the scene. Simon struck the lion on the nose as it flinched from the shock before scurrying away.

Simon now had to maneuver past a charging rhino. He ran forward and slid under the animal's head when it got close enough. With one hand, he managed to fly onto the rhino's back before being pummeled by its feet. Now, Simon generated Hamon in his hands and smacked the rhino's cheeks.

The Hamon he transmitted into the rhino's head made it feel dizzy from pain until it became too weak to move. The wolf tried snapping its teeth at Simon, however, Simon smacked the wolf with he a bullet clasped in his hand; this attack affected only one side of the wolf's head, however, unlike the rhino.

No animal seemed to be a match for Simon until the gorilla grabbed his head and squeezed it on both sides.

In order for a Hamon attack to really hurt the gorilla, his timing was going to have to he just right. Simon was starting to get it now, the thing his father was keeping from him hung about in his mind like a ghost of a dead friend or a glare in the sunlight.

It was tall like Simon was, wore a brown cowboy coat with a buffalo and man meditating drawn on it in white chalk, red plastic boots with a sunflower drawn in chalk on them, fingerless black gloves on the hands, a forehead of a small mat that looked like straw, greasy blond hair sticking out, and red lenses on gray, metallic goggles with a scarf covering its mouth.

Simon was at his peak of Hamon using. The gorilla saw the energy, so it squeezed its arms around Simon's hands. All looked lost except for the thing watching over him moving its fingers, sending a line that also had energy.

Simon now felt something spinning on his chest.

Simon was rattled by whatever was spinning on his chest until a large yellow bird with glowing red eyes sent the gorilla back. Strange attack, he thought, and it was going after the bandits, taking the villagers of Simon's home. Giving up on their kidnapping plan, Maximillene and the leader, Bart, ran frantically away from the bird with their men hot on their heels.

While Simon remained dumbfounded about the control of a spinning wheel on his chest, the bird pecked on the chains of the villagers, and promptly vanished from sight after they were freed.

At first, Simon only proved he was their rescuer and no one had any clue if that should be met with applause or roars of anger. Some were envious of Simon for the "magic" he showed them. The only one who showed sincere gratitude to Simon was the little girl who lost her doll: she hugged Simon's leg to show him the affection his own father wouldn't provide.

Presently, Simon's father was on his way home to have a talk with Simon; no thank you's from him or signs of being proud.

It was time for everyone to gather around out of curiosity, but, among the commotion, one tall red haired woman of sparkly skin and glossy hair ran to Simon to retrieve her sister from him. Her clothing was plain, probably because her father had a reputation for angering the owners of every store he entered. His behavior made it so that his family was forced to buy used clothing.

"My name is Simon Heinkel. Would you maybe...go on a date with me?"

Simon made the younger sister giggle from how adorable yet lame his confession to her sister was.

"Would you be willing to join us helping sick animals at our neighbor's house?" she asked.

Simon nodded his head; just the idea of going somewhere new with her was reward enough for him.

Just then, a name came to Simon's mind, one he'd never thought of before, but seemed to be occupying his thoughts considerably now. The name was "Lightning Angel"

"My name is Stephane Rimpleton," the older sister said, "My sister's name is Olivia."

Simon was well-remembered by everyone in his town for his staggering courage against the law-breaking bandits: so well remembered, in fact, that much there was even word of a statue being made. Simon thought it would be funny if they knew about the tall man with the goggles who defeated them, but it was more prudent to just make a statue of him since no one mentioned seeing a man of that description.

Six years went by like a long, relaxing nap. The biggest change in those years was when a war escalated that posed Russia, America, and Canada against Germany and China.

Simon's family would never experience time wasting their food storage or their lives being taken by bombs; an infant boy of only two years, a sister-in-law aged fourteen years, and a wife the same age as Simon. His wife was the scarlet-haired vet Stephanie Rimpleton, although her name was changed to Stephanie Heinkel after they gotten married.

The valour and courage of the men who fought in the war was so overwhelming, it made Simon's rescue of his village look like a schoolboy just getting a good mark on his year. On October 12, 1945, after the events of a certain battle, an army doctor saved seventy-five lives in one night. Many men were wounded in a battle against the Japanese and they would be killed in the morning if the army doctor Desmond Doss didn't carry them to safety, only muttering "Just one more" in a task some thought to be impossible.

He was the first solider who never carried arms to kill to earn The Medal of Honor.

Sacrifice and courage were not given to these men, it was made in the crucible of battle when they went off to war. For five years, Simon worked building weapons instead of fighting with them. His sister-in-law and baby were sent to an apartment building in a war zone; it was hell for them, which made building weapons all the more prolific for Simon.

His wife was working hard as well, helping the army as a nurse. It was an interesting story, how a vet became a nurse, but not bizarre enough for this story.

He didn't believe Hitler really died in 1943, but the Germans stopped fighting in the wake of his death, rendering the spies who died swallowing cyanide poison meaningless. The Japanese were not quitters-they would fight to their last man if it wasn't for a nuclear bomb dropped on them in 1944 . The Americans made them think they had many of the bombs when really they only had two.

1948

Three years after World War II, Simon could return to what his father wanted him to be-he was a patrol officer, keeping the peace by arresting underage kids drinking beer from a flask or stopping thieves who pinched people's wallets.

There was one story of a woman pretending to be a sister of a dead wealthy inventor-when Simon heard about it, his son Rupert Heinkel barged in, telling him about the location of the real sister: Simon chased her after she stole an old friend of the inventor's wallet.

She wasn't a strong woman, so a sluggish punch from Lightning Angle-far away from Simon-knocked her out; Stands are more powerful close to their users and act like turtles when they're far away.

Simon knew people would soon be in danger. On a day where his breath turned to smoke in the air, Simon spotted a man with no visible breath. He was six feet tall, wore a brown jacket with black stains on the shoulders of his jacket, silk blue pants, brown hair with a blood-red smudge, and eyes that looked crimson, although something told Simon he wasn't born with those kinds of eyes.

The first person Simon knew was in danger was himself. Ever since Simon found him, the man was following him around. Simon only had one thought on his mind, and that was taking him to an alley where they would fight with no one else getting harmed.

The battle started when Simon went into that dark alley. His enemy jumped off one of the buildings; talons came forth from his hand, trying to slash through Simon's chest. Simon took off his shirt, releasing a spinning wheel that conjured a giant, yellow bird, shrieking at him like a mother bird protecting her babies. He lost control of his landing and tumbled into the wall.

"It's a horrible thing to try taking someone's life," Simon said to him, rubbing his head to soothe a nagging pain. "You're either a serial killer, or an accomplice of that bandit fiend who tried taking everyone from my village. For years, I hated him and wanted to fight him Stand to Stand, rip his tibia so he wouldn't be able to move when I cut through his back. The only reasons why I never did are that I try to killing anyone, because no matter how hard you try to get the blood off your arms, it won't come off. And because that man is the reason I found Stephanie."

Simon's opponent clapped his arms together before raising them over his face. His back looked bigger and yet more beautiful after he made that pose.

After posing, he turned to face Simon; his eyes were looking straight into his pupils, and something pink was oscillating inside his eyes as he looked straight. His vision turned blurry: it was a indication he was close to firing it.

Two beams of pink light shot out for Simon's neck. Simon had to stand tall against any evil power so that his justice could fight against evil and so he prepared to fire again with Lightning Angle's Stand powers. The yellow bird primarily made of electricity collided with the ocular beam and the resulting impasse forced both of them ceased their fire.

"I am putting aside being thirsty, untrained, and not having the powers you have to have this fight to the death," the man trying to kill Simon said, "I am what is considered the last vampire still walking this Earth. I am also the son of Bart and Maximillene Dreamcatcher. You might know them as the Stand users who failed to turn those villagers into slaves. I was tasked by my father to carry out a his revenge against you. I've been following you since you left your village and moved to Boston."

"I knew one day he would want a fight with me," Simon said nonchalantly, "I'm surprised his son would carry out his revenge, and might I add how surprising it is you have no Stand powers. If you did, I would think using it instead of vampire abilities would serve your father's name better."

From both of the vampire's cheeks, tears came trickling down. "After you overpowered my mother and father with your Stand powers, my father looked for one book that could give him a secret to power. He looked in a newly-constructed building built on the burned rubble of the Joestar mansion where George Joestar and the symbol of the Joestar family were lost forever. He found a new friend with the power to see through walls and to give that power temporally to anyone he chose; my mother used that power and her own to procure a book on an item that could recreate broken stone."

"How does bringing something back turn you into a vampire?" Simon asked, leaving out the question of when this had turned into a vampire sob story.

"He discovered, through the assistance of a Stand user who could read memories of the dead, the life of Robert E.O Speedwagon and the Stone Mask he destroyed with a hammer. Tracking the mask's location and trekking through the forest where the shards had once been was easier than solving a twenty piece puzzle."