Make Me Feel
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Chapter 2
11:49 p.m. at the Emerald Ballroom Nightclub in Gotham City.
The club was crammed full of moving teenage bodies all moving to the blaring dance music. Many were underage and were buzzed, tipsy, or drunk on alcohol.
One of these teens was none other than Zachary Wayne son of the Late Bruce Wayne who had mysteriously died two years prior.
Zachary was a perfect combination of his mother and father. He had his father's rich black hair, only his was a bit shaggier and bangs fell into his eyes. He had inherited his mother's sea foam green eyes but his were a bit icier, not in a cold way, just in color. He stood fairly tall at 5'10" and was both lean and muscular at the same time. His skin was a light healthy peachy color and he had his father's charming smile. He was expected to grow even more handsome because he was still only seventeen and still had some growing and maturing ahead of him. His mother enjoyed joking that she believed it to be impossible for him to get any more handsome.
At the age of thirteen Zachary had discovered that if you're the heir of a billionaire you could go anywhere with no questions asked. This became a great advantage to him, so that he could walk straight into 21 and over clubs without batting an eyelash.
By this time he was already half drunk on rum and coke and was dancing amongst the other teens and various collage students on the dance floor. The lights were mostly dim colored lighting used to enhance the mood and it worked well. Somewhere through the daze of alcohol and colored lights Zachary began to feel his left arm grow numb. He ignored it for awhile dismissing it as a result from being drunk, but about ten minutes later he began to grow worried. His worry sprouted when a girl bumped into his arm, and he didn't even feel it.
Winding his way through the crowd he made his way towards the men's restroom. He bumped into many people and felt a sick worry every time he felt nothing in his left arm. He finally made it and pushed the swinging door open and walked in. It was slightly dirty with only three toilet stalls and a row of urinals up against one wall. There were three sinks with one long mirror hanging directly over all three of them.
Zachary had been wearing a long sleeved pin striped shirt with buttoned cuffs with expensive black jeans. He unbuttoned his left cuff and rolled up the sleeve. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in a silent gasp. Almost his entire forearm was stone gray. He tentatively touched the gray skin and was horrified to find that not only was it stone gray, it was actually stone. He looked over the entire arm and found that along with the one large patch of stone skin, other smaller patches were clustering.
He looked quickly around the restroom and was relieved to see that he was the only one in the room. He took one last look at his stone arm and moved it. Slightly glad to see that he could move it just fine he rolled down his sleeve and re-buttoned his cuff.
Moved out of the dirty restroom and began winding his way through the dancing crowd once more. He held his arm close to his chest and was almost expecting someone to point at him from the crowd and yell, "He's turning to stone!" He finally got through after having to resort to shoving people out of his way and went out the exit and into the parking lot. He looked around and was relieved when his chauffeur pulled up in a black sedan. He got in and looked up at the driver, "Take me home Mason." He said firmly. Mason nodded and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
The drive took about 35 minutes to get back to the Wayne Estate. Zachary was nervous for every moment.
When he arrived home he got straight out of the car and went straight into the Mansion. He went through the various halls and corridors until he reached his destination. He went up to the old grandfather clock and opened it. Instead of seeing the inside of a large clock there was a long stone-carved staircase. He stepped inside and closed the secret door behind himself. He carefully walked down the stairs feeling along the wall until he felt a light switch and he flipped it on.
He stepped down into the Batcave and looked around with a small sense of pride and sadness. His mother, little sister and him had known about his father's secret and had always held pride in their hearts knowing he was a hero.
Two years ago he had come back from a major fight with three bullets in his chest and he had died half an hour later. His mother and beloved Alfred had cleaned him up and made it look as if it had never happened. As far as the public knew, Bruce Wayne had died from a deadly over night disease. Zachary and his little sister Emily, who was now fourteen, had always made themselves feel better by telling themselves their father had died a hero.
Zachary approached the large computer and turned it on while carefully punching in the correct code. He then started looking up his entire life's medical history. He couldn't find anything. His entire life was filled with small broken bones, ear infections, and the occasional common cold or flue. Nothing that would explain why he was turning to stone.
Just as he was about to give up he found something. It was a newspaper article written the day after he had been born. It went into detail about a crazy male nurse in the maternal ward of the hospital he had been born in. The nurse had been caught injecting experimental chemicals and serums into newborns. It said that the newborns in that section had been tested and had been given cures to the 'mutation' serum.
Zachary looked down at his arm and scowled. "Looks like they missed one." He thought out loud. He grew agitated and shut down the computer and left the cave. He went into his room, stripped down to his boxers and feel into a fit full sleep.
He attempted to live as normally as possible over the next few days and made sure to wear long sleeves. But apparently his 'mutation' didn't wish to listen. After a couple weeks his entire left hand and forearm had turned into living stone. Panic and nerves began to set in and he stopped sleeping at night. He couldn't eat as well and he started having strange thoughts. He had quickly found out that his stone arm was about 10 times stronger than his human one. The thought that he could kill a man with one punch to the head came to his mind.
The thought both scared him and thrilled him at the same time.
One night he came to the sudden decision that he was going to leave. He got up packed some of his clothes into a back-pack and left the house. He had put on a charcoal colored trench coat and the black leather glove he had started wearing on his stone hand.
He took his cell phone and called up a private jet company and hired them to take him to New York City.
No questions were asked.
It was a fairly good flight and his heart seemed to be beating up in his throat the entire length of time. When he arrived in New York he left the airport without any incident. He walked out into the early morning darkness and walked down a street. He looked around at the different stores and shops and saw a magazine and news paper stand not far up ahead of him. As he walked by he just picked a paper and kept walking. The guy behind the stand didn't even notice. He looked at the title of the paper and noticed that it was called the 'Daily Bugle'. The cover shot showed a man in a long trench coat and dark sun glasses. There were four robotic tentacles coming from an opening ripped into the back of the coat and he looked down right scary. The headline said 'Doc Ock is Back!'
One thought entered Zachary's mind.
"I have to meet this man."
End of Chapter
Well, what do you think?? It took me forever to write this so I hope it was worth it. In the next chapter these two guys are going to meet and complete the second part of the Beautiful Girl's prophecy. Hope you like, Please review!!
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