Big New Years dump for hopeful good fortunes and writing in the new year. This, Spartans Don't Play Games and Brother of Wonder Woman.


So I know I haven't really finished any of my other works but this one's been building in me for a while now. I really don't like what Marvel did with the Inhumans. After secret wars in 2015 they seemed to try and push the x-men aside for the Inhumans and while I'm all for them getting some spotlight I think they went about it the wrong way. I got into them during their 2014-2015 run and then went back and read about their previous comic series as well as their appearances in stories like son of M and silent war. Infinity was really fun, but in the end Marvel really depowered black bolt from his earlier abilities. I mean this guy could break planets with a word and then he screams and all he does in blow up a city. I know it's still huge but comparitively its not really. Still. I think the executives at Marvel tried to hard to have the Inhumans fighting the X-men and it eventually backfired on them, which culminated in Death of the Inhumans, which say almost the entire inhuman race cut down with only a few members of the Royal family and some other characters on Earth left alive (It's the Inhuman house of M). I felt that that was a huge waste of potential and so, like with Brother of Wonderwoman, I'm going to try and rewrite the inhumans with the introduction of an OC to fix some of the problems that got brought up. Keep in mind, this story is told through this character's eyes and so they will come off different but they are not going to be a main feature of the universe in the same way Nathaniel was/is. He's a supporting character first and foremost, there to try and fix a few problems with the way the inhumans progressed after Infinity. Also, I'll be trying to rework some of my favorite characters that I felt Marvel has abandoned or mistreated. So stay tuned.


Seattle isn't a bad place to live. It's a cool city, we get featured in some tv shows. Our football team's pretty good and even better no one yells at us for having a racist name like the one in DC. Life's pretty good all things considered.

Then the cloud came through.

Most people knew about it, some massive explosion above Manhattan. But then again, when isn't something crazy happening in New York. Apparently this one was different, because instead of just dealing with it themselves, they decided that all of us were gonna get caught up in their drama too. The clouds formed out of something called Terrigen according to the Avengers. Some race of super people, not the x-men, used it to get their powers and now the news is telling everyone to report any sightings of these ugly green cocoons that form when people who are exposed to the gas have enought superpower DNA for make them transform.

I can't say the whole idea isn't unappealing. Some giant green cloud rolls over your town and suddenly you can shoot lasers or move stuff with your mind. Most people would love that, as long as they don't have to be a mutant to do it.

Now these new people are coming out of the sky. Inhumans, they call themselves. They're welcoming anyone effected by the cloud to this new country they've made just off the coast.

Really, all I hope is that this whole mess calms down without too much trouble and that nothing too terrible happens. The cloud is supposed to roll over Seattle tonight. Some people are excited. After all, they could get superpowers. Others have fled, trying to avoid the cloud at all costs so they don't become freaks. Me? I'm just going to mind my business, wait at home for this to blow over, and then head to work on Monday. Considering what's about to happen I'll probably end up swamped with new clients over the next few weeks. Apparently whenever the cloud runs through an area, families that are both affected and not head to counseling to help deal with the stress.

I live in a moderately good townhouse in a good neighborhood, perks of being a decent therapist for all sorts of people. I mostly deal with grief counseling so I'm normally trying to help people through some of the most difficult times of their lives. I like being there for them, helping people to process their emotions in healthy ways. I get a sort of pride in showing people how to deal with these tragic times and more importantly, how to move past them and keep living.

Monday I'm supposed to be seeing a woman who's husband was killed in a car accident. She and her daughter are coming in to work through it, and I hope neither of them is effected by the cloud, the last thing they would need is the realisation that they're part superhuman.

I turn the key in my lock, letting myself into my house and closing the door behind me. My place isn't very heavily decorated. I'm something of a minimalist. I move through the place, hanging up my coat up on the rack, setting my backpack and briefcase onto the dining table and the couch. Walking into the kitchen, I pull out a microwave pizza and a bottle of beer. I'm too tired to actually cook today, but tomorrow will be the start of the weekend when I can stock up with groceries for the next week. Fridays are always my lazy nights, after all work is done for the week and I don't schedule sessions over the weekends. Personal preference really but I'm traditional.

I sit in front of my tv, snatching up the remote and turing over to the news.

'Terrigen cloud bearing down on Seattle' is the headline as a newscaster chatters on. The massive wave of green mist rolls behind him, and for a second I think it's a green-screen before I realise that they really are just in front of the cloud.

I rush over to one of my windows, looking out east towards where the sun will rise in the morning. The Terrigen cloud blocks out the horizon, rushing nearer and nearer and for the first time, I'm afraid. I don't know what's about to happen to me, to the people around me, to the city I live in, no one here really does. We've heard about what happened in other cities. Chicago was hit a few day ago, and New York was the epicenter of the whole thing.

New York is used to it though. They have some crazy shit happening to them every other week, Seattle is a sleepy backwater town compared to that, but now we're about to join them. I look around my apartment, and suddenly I think about how little I have, how much I could have had, what I could have done. I've got family, but all of them live overseas. I suddenly want to pick up the phone. To call and see how my brother and sister in London are doing. My mother in South Africa and my Father living in the South of England. I suddenly want to talk to every uncle and aunt, every cousin, everyone I could think of, before the cloud hits but there's no time.

I see the most extravagent thing I own, a grand piano I'd inherited from my grandfather, sitting along the wall. I'd learned to play from a child until an adult, and I'd hated it. Now I look back at it an I'm actually kind of grateful. After all, knowing an instrument can be a real chick magnet, even if I can't really sing. The cloud's blocked out the farthest houses now, and I can see it getting closer. I walk over to it and sit down. I lift the lid softly, resting my fingers on the keys in a ready position. I'm no Beethovan, but I know a few things.

The green wall is right outside my window now, and It's going to get in soon. I'm feeling Chopin. I begin to play one of the few pieces I can really remember. Chopin's Nocturne no. 2. It's a sad piece, so I guess it's appropritate, but I also don't really want that to be how this whole thing ends. Really, I've got no reason to believe that this cloud will hurt me.

I shake my head, I'm not going to give in to cynisism and defeatism, I help people overcome those things every day, I won't let it beat me here. I switch over to an old favourite. Canon in D by Pachelbel has always been an old friend. It was one of the first pieces I ever learned on my own, and now I'm going to give it my all.

Green mist is leaking into the room through the windows as my hands glide over the keys. I'm smiling though, I won't let this super gas stop me from having fun. It curls through the air, saturating the area until everything is a faint green hue.

I take a deep breath, mostly to calm myself, and hope to all god that this thing doesn't kill me, if it even can.

There's a tingling sensation in my back, along my spine. It runs all across my body, and suddenly my fingers won't move to the next keys. I'm paniced for a moment, before darkness closes in and I'm suddenly pulled into unconsiousness.


New Attilan was the home of Inhumanity. Once it was the floating city of Attilan, hovering over New York. Before that it laid on the blue area of Earth's moon, an area of the celestial body that possessed an atmosphere and everything needed for the survival of its inhabitants. Before even that, Attilan had restes high in the Himalayas where humans could not find it.

Attilan was no more. Invasion and destruction are the end of all empires, and the Inhumans had not been exempt. The mad titan Thanos had attacked the city, searching for something. Whatever it was, he had either found it, or died in the attempt. Blackagar Boltagon, king of Attilan and of all Inhumanity, had faced down the Deviant Eternal, and with a mighty scream, had destroyed his own city to deny Thanos his prize.

New Attilan had risen from the ashes of that once great city, bits and pieces of its body recovered and reformed into a new sanctuary for inhumanity. Sitting upon the throne of the Inhumans, Medusa monitored the progress of her city and her people with several advisors.

"We have managed to recover seveal more pieces of Attilan. However, only a little over half of it was usable, the rest has been slated for recycling." Elejea said.

Medusa nodded, looking over the report on a small data-pad.

"That is good news Elejea. The more of our city we can recover, the sooner we will once again be at out full strength." The queen said

"The problem right now is population." Gorgon pointed out. "We're getting more and more Inhumans from the clouds moving over North America and Europe. They're poping up out of the woodwork, and every time the cloud passes over a city we see have to send resources out to retrieve them."

"And what do you suggest Gorgon?" Triton asked. "The Terrigen cloud has revitalised the numbers we lost with the destruction of Attilan, until we can find our scattered people these Nuhumans are a valuable source of manpower."

"They are not just 'manpower' Triton." Medusa chastised the aquatic Inhuman. "They are our people, and it is our job to see them safely and properly integrated into our society."

"Of course my queen." Triton bowed his head

"The cloud will be passing over Seattle tonight." Gorgon said. "I believe that we should be there to ensure that any Nuhumans that emerge have the chance to return directly with us."

"Have we spoken to the leaders of the city?" Medusa asked.

"The leaders of the United States, their president, have given us the freedom to operate and bring new Inhumans into our protection." Gorgon said.

"Good, we are in a tenuous position since the disappearance of our king. We cannot afford to create more enemied than we already have. I believe this is our last piece of business. Let us adjourn."

Medusa rose from her seat, followed by the rest of her councilors.

"My queen. There is one more thing I wish to ask."

"Speak Gorgon." The queen nodded.

"I would bring some of our Nuhumans with me on this mission to Seattle. Several of them have made strides in their training and I believe it is time to test them out in the world, we do not know if the traitor Lash will appear as he has before."

Medusa nodded in agreement.

"You have my blessing Gorgon, bring whoever you believe to be ready."


What is there to say about Terrigenesis? In truth it's impossible to really describe it. The cocoon covers you completely and drags you into unconsciousness. Once you're there, it's like a dream. Things pass you by in a daze and more and more you begin to notice that it's taking on a pattern. The problem is that you're not conscious enough to recognise it. You don't even normally remember what you see in the cocoon once you emerge.

Kurtis Chambers emerged from his cocoon within an hour of being covered. Gasping for breath, he clawed his way through the softening shell that had encased him during his change. He hadn't changed much. Looking himself he saw that his clothes and piano was more effected than he had been. The insides of the cocoon had apparently eaten away at his clothes, leaving him almost completely naked, save for a few scraps of fabric that clung to his chest and his waist.

The piano was covered in green flakes form his shell. Kurt groaned, that was going to take forever to clean out properly. It was only after that thought crossed his mind that another one appeared. He'd been encased in a cacoon. He was one of those super people; Inhuman. He needed to call his family. Let them know about that he was, what they were. First things first though, he needed to put on some clothes.

He rushed over into his bedroom, pulling out a pair of jeans and a long sleved shirt. He pulled on a pain of socks and rushed over to lace up his shoes. Checking over his apartment he made sure that nothing was out of place before he left. As his eyes passed over the still playing tv he saw something on the screen.

'Inhuman emissaries arrive in Seattle in the wake of Chemical cloud.'

Good news. If the inhumans were here he could talk to them, maybe get some clarity on this whole crazy experience. He pulled on his jacket, making sure he had his keys, wallet and cellphone before he all but sprinted out of his house. He was half way down the stairs when the panic set in. He collapsed on the stairs outside his home, hyperventilating.

For a moment, that panic overwhelmed him and lightheadedness robbed him of his reason. His training kicked in before long though, and the exercises that he had recommended countless times before come to him. He forcefully slowed down his ragged breaths, breathing deeply through the nose and out through his mouth. He remined himself that none of what he was experienceing was truly harmful, born of anxiety and not anything physically wrong with him. Slowly he began to count in his head. He managed to get all the way to fifty-three before the shaking stopped and his breathing evened out.

Getting up to his feet, Kurt began to run again. He made it down the street before he checked the news again from his phone. The inhumans were setting up shop at city hall, which wasn't a very long way away on foot. Taking off at a sprint, Kurt pushed himself as far as his body would allow in order to reach answers.

The wind blew in his hair, and for a moment Kurt lost himself in how good it felt. Then another though occured to him. He wasn't the most athletic guy, he did a weekly run and was no slouch, but he wasn't in any way in good enough shape that he could keep up a full on sprint for as long as he had been, and he wasn't even tired. Slowing down he checked his phone and found he'd been running for a full minute and run almost four-hundred meters. That shouldn't be possible. Running a quick calculation in his head, he realised that keeping up that pace he'd end up running something close to a four minute mile. That was mind blowing for him.

Shaking his head he reminded himself why he was running in the first place, to get answers now that he was probably an Inhuman with some crazy powers he didn't know he had. Cracking his neck and stretching slightly he took off again, once again blowing away any record he'd ever set for himself during his normal runs.

He was at city hall within fifteen minutes, and checking his phone he saw that he'd run over three miles. Adrenaline and endorphines flooded his system and he was feeling pretty good considering he'd just run almost four miles in the time it used to take him to run one and a half. He probably would have been more excited if the scene he'd arrived to wasn't so crazy.

The street outside of city hall was messed up. There were small craters formed and the asphalt and there were even flipped over cars. On one side, there was a massive guy with what looked like hoofed feet. He was dressed in a strange costume, but considering the destruction he was probably a superhero of some kind and the costume could be considered on the more normal end of the specturm. Surrounding him were several other people, some in armour, and some in other costumes. One of the guys with the hoofed man was even on fire, and Kurt wondered if the Human Torch might be in town.

On the other side were a group that looked a lot more rag-tag. There was a massive guy with long spiky hair running down his back. He didn't have a shirt on, but had furry grey pants and fur boots. The rest followed a similar style, wearing clothes that you might see on some nomadic group in a post-apocalyptic tv show.

"Surrender traitor!" Roared the cloven hoofed man at the other group. "You're ceasless massacure of our people will end today Lash."

'Ok...' Kurt thought to himself. 'So that guy might not be my best bet.'

"Your queen commits sacrilege with her every action. The work has begun and so it must be finished, and the work may then begin again."

As he watched, every word out of the spiky shirtless guy's mouth was sending up red flags. His entire speech just screamed of fanaticism. Not to mention that he'd made no attempt to dispute the hooved man's claims he'd been murdering new members of their race, a race that he'd most recently come to be a part of.

"Subdue him quickly, we will bring him back to Attilan for trial."

Several of the hoofed man's entourage surged forwards, pushing back the other group until they were cornered at one end of the street.

"This is not over." Roared spiky guy. "Our ways will endure and you will see soon that only those truly destined for it are worthy of the Terrigen's gifts."

There was a flash of blue light and suddenly the group was gone, leaving only the armour and superhero dressed people behind. The cloven hoofed man kept his guard up and looked around for several more moments before he relaxed slightly.

"Alright, it looks like he's fled. Make sure that the area is taken care of and return to our meeting room. We need to make sure that we can return any of our new people to Attilan."

"Lord Gorgon." One of the guards in armour pointed towards me, and I began to look around to see if there was anything around.

"You there. Come forwards." The man, who he guessed was named Gorgon, said.

Kurt couldn't find anyone else he might be talking to, so he walked over from the end of the street up to city hall, and more importantly, to the massive person who just moments ago had been kicking ass.

"Uhhhh... Hi?" Kurt asked waving.

"Who are you?" Gorgon growled. Several of the guards' hands tensed on their weapons but that wasn't what really drew Kurt's attention. Each and everyone of them was an Inhuman. He could see it. Their genes had been activated through Terrigenesis and so they had awakened some kind of power. Gorgon's hooves and extensive physical abilities were obvious, but looking deeper he could see that he'd undergone Terrigenesis more than once.

The guard to the left of Gorgon was a healer. An impressive one considering he was already working on the broken wrist of one of the other guards even while pointing a weapon at him. Flight, enhanced strength, speed, energy constructs. Each guard had something different. Turning his head he saw the last member of the group, who was wearing a red and black body suit.

'New to Terrigen.' Kurt thought. 'Not nearly as much experience, not to mention the genetic markers aren't competely settled yet.'

That assessment shocked Kurt. He was a psychologist, not a geneticist. There was no way he should be able to tell any of that, not to mention being able to tell what their genes were like without equipment.

"I-I-I-" Kurt stuttered, unsure of what to say. "I think I'm an Inhuman. I... I was in a cocoon, and then I got out and I ran here."

The guards seemed to relax a bit as he told them he was an Inhuman but the Gorgon only narrowed his eyes.

"The cloud only just appeared over the city. It moved on less than an hour ago. Terrigenesis doesn't usually take a short time to resolve."

'Inhuman genome response variation allows for rapid resolution of Terrigenesis in times of great stress. The subject behind you completed the process in only a few minutes.'

Kurt almost spoke his thoughts out loud, but stopped himself. After all, demonstrating knowledge of the terrigen process that he barely even understood a few minutes ago would no doubt look suspicious. Instead he tried to think of something less threatening to say.

"I can show you my house. There's remants of the cocoon all over my piano."

"You play piano?" Asked the guy in the red and black jumpsuit.

"Uh, yeah? I was playing when the cloud came through. I ended up geting it all over the piano. It's gonna be a bitch to clean."

"Man that sucks. Was it a good one?"

"Inherited it from my grandpa."

"Damn."

The guy held out his hand for a handshake, which Kurt took with a smile.

"I'm Dante Pertuz. I joined up recently, after the cloud."

"Kurt Chambers. You don't have their accent. You from the midwest?"

"Chicago actually, well a little outside it, but I guess that doesn't matter."

Kurt began to relax as he talked. Whoever this guy was, and whatever Kurt could tell from his DNA, he seemed like a nice guy.

'Fire based abilities. Pyrogenerative powers, possibly capable of plasma generation and even complete pyroplasma energy conversion. Minor geothermal powers present in genome expression, not possible without secondary terrigen exposure or other Inhuman-gene enhancement chemicals.'

As soon as the last thought crossed his mind, Kurt's arms began to flare up in pain. He gasped quickly and collapsed to his knees. The pain was like sharp needles piercing through his skin. Above him he heard Dante call for help, and the rest of the people crowding around him.

'Healing, flight, strength, minotaurism, pyrogeneration, speed, energy constructs, all suseptible to enhancement. Inhuman genome sequences alaysed. Preparing compounds for augmentation.'

A voice inside his head, his own voice, told him these things even as he began to understand them. He saw their DNA. He could see their genes and see how the Terrigen had changed them. He could also see where there was still room to grow. Blank spaces in the Inhuman genes made for progress. A stepping-stone to something greater.

The pain in his arms flared again, and suddenly deep red crystals began to erupt from his flesh. There was barely any blood as the sharp points of rock jutted out of him, but as they grew all along his forearms they began to emit a red coloured mist that curled through the air. Several of the guards and Gorgon managed to jump back, getting out of reach of whatever it was. Dante wasn't so quick and found himself inhaling some of whatever came from him.

He suddenly recoiled, bursting into flame and burning away the rest of Kurt's gas. The flames blazed high into the air, more powerful than they had been when they had been fighting the spiky guy. Looking up at Dante, Kurt could see that the gaps in his genome had been partially filled in. The enzymes and catalysts that the gas had introduced into his body were augmenting the powers awakened by Terrigenesis.

Even with the increase in his power, there was still so much space left. It wasn't a gap as one might understand a gap between objects. It was as if Kurt knew that there was more to the genes of the Inhumans, that there was more for them to obtain.

"Whoa." Dante stumbled back as his flame grew in power.

"What the hell's going on?" He asked, calming down his fire but still unable to completely restrain it.

"Dante!" Gorgon yelled from where he was standing a few meters back. "Get away from him. He might be a member of Lash's zealots."

Dante looked down at Kurt, who was curled up and grasping painfully at the crystals emerging from his arms. The crystals suddenly broke, separating from his arms and clattering to the ground. The blue mist that came from it was still being burned off as soon as it could form.

"Give me something to hold the crystals Gorgon. My fire's burning off the mist."

"Just break them kid. We'll figure it out later."

"I could hit him though." Dante said, looking at Kurt. "How's he not getting burned by the way?"

"You got the fire under control kid?" Gorgon asked, making his way over.

"...Yeah, yeah I got it. Weird. I've never gone this big without loosing control."

The others also gathered around with Gorgon, all of them now observing him warily.

"Knock him out and pack up his crystal. we don't want to take any risks."

That was the last thing Kurt heard before something slammed into his head, sending him into darkness.


Hope you liked it. I don't know how many of you guys read Marvel or the Inhumans specifically, but I hope I did the characters justice. I don't want to make people act too far out of character.