Sorry about making the first six chapters so confusing. On my original document, everything was spaced perfectly, but the format for this changed it. Hopefully, this chapter will be a little easier to follow...

Oh, and in case you're wondering, this Tyler in my story isn't the one that was in the Makeover episode

Chapter 7: Go Time

As soon as Tyler was out of sight, Chelsea bolted for her room. Once there, she dove onto her bed, grabbed her phone, and called Raven. All in one breath, she told Raven about the attempted mugging.

"My God, Chelse. Are you okay?" Raven asked.

"Rae, I'm fine. Tyler was there." Chelsea responded.

"You mean he tried to mug you? That–" Raven started.

"No-no-no. He saved me. Literally. There was five of them and he took them all on single handedly without even breaking a sweat." Chelsea explained.

There was a moment of silence as Raven thought this over. First her visions and now this. There was definitely something about Tyler that was strange.

"Rae? You still there?"

"Y-yeah, Chelse. I dunno why but I'm getting some strange vibes from him." Raven finally said.

As soon as Tyler was back home, he looked over across the street. Good, Jay's up, he thought as he noticed the light on in the upstairs room at the Wallace's house. Quietly, he jogged across the street, then panned the area, making sure there was no one around. Satisfied that he only saw nothing more than a stray cat and a few car lights drive by a couple blocks away, Tyler jumped straight up, grabbed onto a gutter, then pulled himself onto the roof, landing feet first and without a sound.

He took a second to look at his hand. "Oh great," he muttered. "Gutter goo."

He wiped his hand on a shingle to get most of the gunk off, then he made his way over the Jennifer's bedroom window. Once there, he gently tapped on her window.

"Tyler?" Jennifer gasped apprehensively. "What happened to your hair? What are you doing here? It's midnight."

"Jay? You remember what happened earlier, right?" Tyler inquired.

Jennifer opened her window and looked him squarely in the eye. She nodded affirmatively.

"Can you meet me outside? I think I should show you something." Tyler continued.

"Alright. Head to my backyard. I'll be down in a sec." Jennifer noted.

Tyler nodded, then silently slunk down the inclined roof. Once at the edge of the roof, he vaulted off and landed on the ground below, ending in a low crouch. He stood up, vaulted over a fence, and casually marched into the backyard.

"Took you long enough," Jennifer taunted as she leisurely waited on the wooden backyard deck. "So what did you need to show me?"

"Well, you know those stones?" Tyler asked. He pulled the necklace from under his shirt, took it off, and handed it to Jennifer so she could examine it.

She took the necklace and checked it out. "Hmm," she purred.

"Hmm is right," Tyler exclaimed as he walked to the middle of the yard, then held his hand out as Jennifer tossed the necklace back, which he snagged out of the air, easily visible to him even without much light. "Well after you left, he called me something. Magna Man."

Jennifer cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, it's weird, I know." Tyler said. "But that's not the half of it."

Though he hadn't tried it yet, he knew there was a greater power within him waiting to be released. As if already burned into his mind, he put his feet shoulder width apart, stuck his arms straight out to his sides with his hands positioned upwards, his index and middle fingers pointed up.

"Tyler? What are you doing?" Jennifer wondered, becoming anxious and frightened.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said the words. "Alright–

"–It's go time!"

A brilliant flash of light enveloped Tyler and blinded Jennifer momentarily. Once the lapse of vision passed and the speckles in her eyes disappeared, she inhaled sharply to see the person standing in her yard–if he was still a person.

Instead of his normal clothes, Tyler was now sporting an all black form-fitting suit that covered him from head to toe. The only part of him that was exposed was his hair on the top of his head. On the mask portion, the only opening were his eye holes, except his eyes were like mirrored lenses.

Plastered to the center of his chest was a embossed silver "M" and around his waist was a silver belt. Draping from his shoulders and down to his feet, a black cape outlined with silver, wrapped around him like a cloak.

"T-Tyler?" Jennifer asked shakily. "Is that you?"

"Whoa," Tyler managed to grunt as he inspected his newly acquired gear.

"Is that all you can say? 'Whoa?" I just witnessed the impossible!" Jennifer cried out, exasperated.

Tyler pulled the mask portion of his suit down around his neck. "Oh come on Jay. You gotta admit this is awesome. I mean, check it, the suit, the belt, the nifty emblem, and the cape... Oh yeah!"

"Well as awesome as you think it is, what's the one thing that comes along with being a super hero?" she asked, noticing the words 'super hero' had a funny sound to her.

"Um... a nice suit?" Tyler guessed. "Super powers... hold on a sec. I've got super powers."

"Well yeah, but all super heroes have super villains." Jennifer warned.

Tyler did remember when Magnus said there could be others on the wrong side. He decided that if he happened to meet up with another, he'd deal with it then. Now, it was time to see what Magna Man could do.

"Well Jay, that's just Jim Dandy swell but–" Tyler stopped mid-sentence, then looked around. "I hear something... fire trucks." He then cupped his gauntleted hand around his ear. "There's a fire. I gotta go."

Jennifer could only look at him. If someone had told her what she was witnessing, she would have laughed as if it was a joke. But this was real and she was staring at her friend who just transformed into–something. Before she could say something, even open her mouth, Tyler pulled his mask back over his face, then, as if it was second nature, he gracefully leapt high into the air and flew off.

Tyler was in ecstacy. He was actually flying. Not just a really high jum, but he was literally flying. From high above, he could see the whole Bay Area, clear out to San Jose, about 50 or so miles to the south. Quickly, he squelched his joy and searched for signs of a fire, and sure enough, he caught a trail of flashing red strobe lights and the wail of sirens and air horns–fire trucks.

"Show time," he said to himself.

Tyler put his arms straight forward, then dove downwards towards the red rescue vehicles. His cape majestically whipped in the wake he created as he soared through the night. About 100 feet above the street, Tyler leveled off, flying parallel with the avenue.

The odor of charred material filled the air. Tyler could feel the heat generated by the flames, then he saw. A 10 story apartment building was ablaze. Flames protruded from the lower and middle floors.

"There are people inside!" someone on the street below shouted.

The fire fighters on scene sprayed their hoses on different areas of the inferno. Arcs of high pressured water impacted into the dancing orange-yellow flames. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the vicinity as a blossoming fireball erupted from the apartment.

Down below, he saw dozens of people lose their balance and collapse to the ground. Some of the collapsed remained on the ground coming to the realization that their homes were no more.

Without anymore hesitation, Tyler flew into the building and crashed through a wall. Inside, it was eerily calm, but gradually getting hot. Smoke clouded his vision, but he could still see well enough.

"Is anyone here?" he called out as he crept deeper into where ever he was. "Hello?"

Off to his left, he heard a few muffled coughs. Quickly, Tyler grabbed the door and due to his extra strength, he ripped the door clean off the hinges.

"Oops," he murmured as he set the door down, and before him, a trio of three young kids, huddled together, the oldest probably no more than five years old.

"Oh, hello. I'm Magna Man," Tyler introduced himself.

Just then, flames shot out from behind the kids. Tyler jumped in front of then, knelt down, and covered them with his cape, shielding them from the fury.

"We've gotta get out of here," he exclaimed. "Come on!"

With one arm, Tyler scooped up the kids and ran just as the flames began to swallow the area they were just in. The youngest of the kids began to cry loudly, followed by the middle child. Tyler knew the oldest would be next if he didn't get out of there.

"Alright kids hang on. We're gonna jump!" Tyler yelled out as he sprinted for the hole he left when he flew into the building and dove out.

The oldest child screamed until she realized that they weren't falling. She along with he brother and sister were flying. Tyler held onto them and slowly glided down to the street before, and right into a mass of stunned fire fighters and onlookers.

"Mommy!" one of the girls cried as she jumped from Tyler's arm.

A young lady ran up to her daughters and grasped onto them tightly, tears streaming from her eyes. Tyler handed the young woman her baby son.

"My God, thank you so much," the woman sobbed, cradling her children. "Thank you."

Everyone else, fire fighters included, could only stare at the dark and imposing figure.

"Who are you?" someone finally asked.

Though they couldn't see his face, Tyler smiled. "Just call me 'Magna Man.'"

Chelsea lay in her bed, hands clasped behind her head. Her dog–a basset hound named Sam–lay at her feet, out cold and snoring. She had talked to Raven for nearly two hours, but she still couldn't sleep. Her mind was still stuck on the occurrences of earlier, mainly her rescuer.

Sitting next to her was a small, brown teddy bear holding a red rose, given to her by Ben back on Valentines Day. She picked it up, then squeezed it in a tight hug. It was warm and soothing, reminiscent of when she embraced Tyler for the first time. Quickly, she shunted the thoughts of Tyler. Or at least tried to.

"I'm with Ben," she said to herself, as a form a reassurance.

Chelsea cared deeply for her boyfriend. Not quite full-on love, but something very close. Since Valentine's Day, however, Ben had seemed to become somewhat colder towards her. And since Tyler's arrival on scene, he had become possessive. Both were things he had never been in the months that they were together. Without another thought, she released the bear as it slipped back onto her bed.

Silently, Tyler soared through the night. The lights from the towers in the financial district–downtown–reflected off the bay. The San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge stood proudly and spanned the water like a pathway guiding to new territories. Below him, the tallest building in the city, the Transamerica Pyramid, stood, pointing straight up to him and the stars beyond.

He soared above the narrow spire. I'm sure Chelsea would love this, he thought to himself as he gradually began to descend towards the tower. Slowly, he touched a toe on the very top of the office tower, then he sat down on the top. The blazing red aircraft warning light briefly caused him to see black spots in his vision, but they quickly passed as his already inhibited sight compensated for the brightness.

After getting settled, he pulled his mask down around his neck.

"This is too cool," he said to himself as he absorbed the panoramic view high above the streets. "I wonder what mom's doing," he thought aloud.

On an adjacent building, Tyler saw a digital clock. At first, his eyesight zoomed in, blurred, then refocused as if the lense of a camera.

2:25 in the morning, he concluded. She's asleep. Like I should be.

Though he wasn't the least bit tired, he gingerly ascended into the late night air and whooshed back home. Figuring out what else he could do could wait until daytime.