Chapter 1: Origins

AN: So to my new readers hi there! To the old ones, welcome back! To those of you who just started reading this story, this is a rewrite of a previous story I had begun sometime last year. Unfortunately that story kinda died out, and from the ashes of that one came this little gem.

Also, before I forget to mention, the concept of an Outsider was made by fellow author Dis Lexic, who gave me permission awhlie ago to do this. If you want more news, check out my profile. A quick warning, you will see references and cliches galore in this story, so bear that in mind when you read. Enjoy!

When I was younger, I used to believe in heroes. Honestly, what kid wouldn't? Only problem was that when I tried to be a hero, I ended up dying. I should probably clarify.

My name is Michael. Michael James Galloway, but you can ignore the James part. I grew up in the States, in the city of New York. Not very interesting I know, but it gets better. My parents were Kathrine and James Galloway. Life was good, well as good as it could get. Unfortunately when I was eight, fate decided to throw me a big fuck you because the out of nowhere, Mom got sick. Cancer. After a lot of chemo, she was good, but barely. Then when I was ten, the cancer returned, this time worse than ever. She... she didn't make it.

Something... changed after that. I tried to stick with Dad, but the bastard decided to stick with drinking instead of raising his kid. He had started when Mom got sick, and when she got worse he did too. He barely responded to me after she passed. Hell, the best thing I could get out of him was a bottle thrown at me. Last I heard he died in a bar fight, sometime after I turned seventeen. Good riddance.

After that, I wandered around. Through my wandering, I discovered something... interesting. A voice in my head. Yeah yeah, joy. I know. Turns out that's the best thing to ever happen to me. I never gave him a name, and he never told me what to call him. He showed up sometime after Mom died, I honestly couldn't remember when to be honest. Other than his first major appearance, which gave me a heart attack, he hardly showed up. When he did however, he made a difference. Eventually thanks to my roommate, I discovered that the world wouldn't care about me unless I made a difference. Unfortunately the first time I tried to make one I ended up dead.

I was walking down the sidewalk, minding my business. Ah, nothing like a good old fashioned visit to the bar, right? I heard a scream come from the alleyway next to me, and suddenly my night was ruined. I sighed. Should I check this out or simply walk away?

'Perhaps that wouldn't be the best idea Michael.' A voice rang out. Oh great, my annoying roommate finally decides to speak up. Yeah well if you think that's a bad idea, I'm doing it. I heard him simply growl. Yeah yeah, regret and all that good stuff. Let's get this show on the roll.

I walked down the alley, searching for the source of the scream. I found it, coming from two women cornered by a guy with a knife. There we go. Let's see here... oh hey a pipe! I grabbed it, before sneaking up on the guy and slamming it down on his back hard.

"Run!" I yelled to the two women, who thankfully took my advice. Huh, guess I got to be a hero after all. Nice- OW! SON OF A BITCH! I fell back hard, dropping the pipe and holding a wound on my leg. Looks like knife guy was still kicking after all. He grinned down at me.

"Alright asshole, give me your wallet, and I might just make this quick." He said, pointing the knife at me. I nodded.

"I've got a far better offer. Fuck you!" I said, kicking up with my good leg. My aim was true, hitting him right in the nuts. He fell down, and I took the chance crawl over and reach for the discarded pipe. The other guy slolwy got up as well, charging at me. Oh this is going to hurt.

He stabbed forward, and unfortunately I didn't have time to dodge. Oh... that's gonna sting in the morning. Well, might as well try something different. I slammed my head into his, knocking him down. I heard a 'CRUNCH!' when I headbutted him, so that must mean something happened. And now I was dizzy... joy.

Despite my obvious dizziness, I managed to move over to the guy and slammed the pipe down on his head. He fell back with a groan, and like that he was out. I sighed. Well... that went better than I expected. Now all that's left to do is-

"FREEZE!" A voice rang out. Well shit. I turned around, noticing a cop. I waved at them. I realized my mistake when I waved at them with the pipe. Unfortunately my mouth didn't catch up with my brain.

"Hey officer. Don't worry, problems-" I didn't get a chance to finish that sentence when the first shot rang out. A second and third one followed it. I looked down, noticing three red stains slowly forming on my chest. I fell back, darkness slowly overtaking me. 'So... this is what I get for playing hero. Shit.' I thought, finally shutting my eyes.

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