Omega Kid

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Chapter 2: I Need a Name

Friday 12th February 2010

At school, I couldn't think of anything other than the idea of what it will be like as a superhero. Being cheered by adoring fans, having girls mob you and becoming a new inspiration for people everywhere. However, what the people should cheer had me stuck. You would imagine that finding a name would be the easiest part, well it isn't. I mean Peter Parker had a clue with the thing that gave him powers, Superman just because he was super. Me? I had few options such as Mega-Boy, Incrediboy, F***-u-up! But nothing seemed memorable, maybe except for the last one, although not for reasons I'm intending.

During Maths, I was using my workbook to think of cool costumes, working on the design and colour. It was a little bit easier than thinking of a name, as I had a costume after four attempts, and now all I needed was my clothes designer skills that Jenna showed me. I would never have thought that it would come in handy. All my planning was going smoothly so far with just the name needing to be sorted out. I wish my normal life could go just as simply.

Speaking of which, I was briefly interrupted from my fantasies as my teacher, Mr Donald, showed me my Maths test...69/100, I got a C...missing a B by two marks! That was pretty much my score in every test, missing the next grade by one or two marks.

I know that is better than most people in the class would get, but trust me, after a while it becomes very frustrating to always come so close. Mr Donald put up on the board the marks of everyone who did the test, with me being the unnoticed one in the middle. Yeah, I'm sure that's a great way to boosts student's confidence, to humiliate them by comparing them to those who did better. At the top of the list, with a near perfect 97/100, was Rachael Nora. She is smartest, most popular girl in the school and in my opinion, the most beautiful.

Every boy fancied her, every girl wanted to be her. I fancied her as well, I mean who wouldn't. As shown, she was smart and she seemed like a nice person. Not that I know too much about that, as I've never really talked to her. As a matter of fact, not that many people get to have more than a few words with her a day, she's was normally on her own or off class. It makes me wonder whether she has a personal tutor, as no student can do this well and yet have more lessons off sick that most others.

Anyways, after class at break-time, I stood in my usual lonely corner reading a couple of comics I snuck into school, searching for inspiration. Everything else around the playground was going on just as normal; boys playing football, girls talking about boys...or whatever girls talk about, not like I hang out with any to ask them what they're talking about.

That's when I saw Rachael again sitting on her own a few metres away from me by a wall, reading something I couldn't make out. Just looking at her made my insides flutter and my breathing slow to a crawl. I wanted to go over and talk with her, but I have no idea how to start a conversation with her, or even if she'd be willing to keep the conversation going. Normally when I see her alone and debate with myself about going over to talk with her, I would cast those thoughts away and go to do something else. Today, however, something felt different, like I finally had the mentality to go over and at least get a 'hi' out of her.

My feet slowly shifted in her direction like I was already on the move. I might as well try something. So I packed my comics in my rucksack and took a deep breath as I entered the point of no return. Walking to her, I decided to act casual. Before I could get too close I stopped, leant against the wall and stared out to the playground, which would look cool...that is if she was paying attention to me at all. It at least gave me a little chance to lean in closer and see what see was reading, it looked too big to be a normal paperback novel. I probably leant in too close, as she quickly closed her book and looked up at me. ''Sorry…'' I got out quickly.

''Can I help you?'' She asked, looking at me as if she was trying to figure me out.

''I...um...'' My throat felt like it caved in, I couldn't get any words out at first. Finally, before the silence dragged on for too long I said something. ''Just wanted to see what you were reading.''

''Oh, it's just something I usually read, nothing important,'' She stood up, keeping her hands in her pockets as she continued to look at me curiously. ''You're Thomas, right?''

I felt myself getting hot under the collar just from her knowing my name. ''Yeah, why? I mean…how do you know my name?''

She smiled warmly at me. ''We've been in the same class together for four years, I think I should know your name by now.''

''Yeah...of course...uh...'' Once again I was at a loss for words, on the other hand, I never thought I'd get this far talking with her.

''You look different,'' She interjected. ''You don't look as...timid as you did before.''

''Oh, yeah...uh...'' I seriously hoped I wasn't blushing as hard as I imaged I was, I probably look like Bashful from Snow White. How can she notice that I look different from before if she's never noticed me before? Unless...she has noticed me before? Okay, now I know for sure I'm blushing. It wasn't hard enough to try and form a coherent sentence without my thoughts getting jumbled around and shaking up my nerves.

Before I could get another stutter out, she giggled lightly at me. ''Relax, I'm not asking for any private details, I'm just trying to have a conversation.''

''I know, I'm just not...not use to having conversations with new people before.''

''True, in fact, four years in the same class and I think this has been our longest talk.''

''More like our only talk.'' I blurted out humorously which managed to get another giggle from her. If there's such a thing as looking twice as beautiful, she achieves that with her smile.

Our little moment didn't last long, though, as some kind of commotion seemed to be going on at the centre of the playground. Rachael and I wandered forward as a crowd started to gather, and that's when I saw what was going on. It wasn't right to call what was going on a fight, but more like a brutal gang beating, as four large students were pushing and shoving one weaker boy to the ground. The bullying group consisted of huge Year 11s, and leading the group was Jason, an arrogant guy who thought he was king of the world, and his minions Freddy, Charlie and Michael. They owned the school or just acted like they did. Gary was their target like he was almost every day. He was probably the most picked on kid in the school and Jason's favourite punching bag.

I always felt sorry for him and wanted to help him, but I've never had the courage, or biceps, to do so. That's when I remembered, if I'm going to be a superhero, I've got to do stuff like this all the time. This could be my first real test to see if I have what it takes. Gary was knocked down to the ground again with the bullies four standing over him and laughing proudly like they did something worthwhile.

Now or never, I made my move...without really preparing myself or really knowing what I was going to do. ''Hey Jason, leave him alone!''

This brought their attention towards me. ''Did you say something?'' Jason asked me like I was a joke to him.

''Yeah, leave him alone!''

Jason was the only one paying attention to me, the others just carried on laughing at Gary as he cried on the ground. He turned to me, trying to size himself up against me, and it was working. There was no doubt that Jason was the bigger and stronger one of us, and he made sure to prove it to me. I wanted to play brave, however, my body betrayed me as I instinctively gulped and took a step back. ''What does this have to do with you? This dick head thought it was all right to talk back to me, I'm not having that! You want me to do the same to you?''

It was then when he tried to look me in the eye that I could tell something was up with him, he couldn't keep complete eye contact with me and his body was unable to keep still. Thinking that he had scared me away, he turned around and leant down to pick up Gary by the collar of his shirt, holding him close like a hunter with his catch. His buddies distanced themselves from their leader and his prey, the smiles never leaving their faces. No one knew what was going to happen next as Jason put one hand in his pocket and fumbled around as if trying to find something.

I was frozen on the spot and could do nothing but watch as Jason's hand came shooting out of his pocket. BAM! And delivered a knockout punch to Gary's face, as the poor kid thumped to the ground, before coughing and sneezing blood. Gasps were heard from the crowd, and the colour must have disappeared from my face, as we saw that on Jason's hand, the one that was temporarily in his pocket was a pair of knuckle-dusters.

Surely even Jason knows this was going too far? Then a distasteful smell filled my nostrils and nearly made me gag. It was only because Jason had taken a step closer to me that I could smell it, the unmistakable smell of vodka. Jason was drunk! And from their crazed looks, so was his gang.

Now I was more than scared, I was terrified! All the courage I had before was gone, these guys were out of control, and they would probably kill me if I tried to fight back. The fear emitting from the crowd didn't help either; there were no teachers around at the moment, and no one was brave enough to try and help...Gary was defenceless. I didn't know what to do, if these guys were drunk, maybe they might have slipped a knife into school as well, and if I tried to do anything I could get stabbed for it. I shut down completely.

BAM! Jason struck another blow to the back of Gary's head, that was when a few other kids moved in and tried to stop him, but Jason's drunken pals were stopping anyone from getting close. This could turn into a full-blown riot if nothing was done.

Taking another look around me, there were some kids calling for help, some breaking down and crying at the horror, while others could only watch. Then I turned to Gary, lying on the ground holding the back of his head, trying to stop the bleeding. I couldn't even tell whether he was still conscious or not. If you think it was like one of those beatings in the comics, this was a lot worse! This was life or death! No resurrections, no sidekicks coming to the rescue, just real terror. I didn't think it would be like this. It was do or die.

And that's what would happen if I didn't do anything, Gary would die. With Jason's crew blocking off the other kids from getting to their leader, I had a clear shot at him. Using all my knowledge that I had learned about how and where to throw a good punch, I ran for Jason. As I got right behind him, I gave him a hard wallop that would have made Mike Tyson proud to the back of his head.

He stumbled forward but quickly recovered and turned towards me, a deathly glare on his face as his eyes burned into me. All those weeks of training to be stronger and faster and how to punch harder, the one thing I didn't count on, how do I prepare myself if I get punched? Before I could react, he punched me full force in the face. I just fell back and everything went black.

After that, through my closed eyes, I could briefly make out people walking by looking at my face. It only seemed like three seconds after the punch, my eyes had the strength to open, waking up on the bed in the school medical office. I had a feeling the school would be too cheap-budgeted to pay for my hospital bills. Then I saw Jenna stand up from the seat she was in at the corner and come over to me. ''How are you?''

''I'm okay, although I lost!''

It confused me when Jenna then started laughing. ''So that's it, you finally tried to prove that you can beat Jason? Is that the reason why you tried to get yourself killed? To prove a point?'' That was when her tone became more serious like she was going crazy.

''What no first of all he was drunk and…''

''Exactly!'' She nearly screamed at me. ''Thomas, he could have killed you. I know you've always said you would like to teach Jason a lesson but you would be smart enough to stay away from that unstable boy! I mean you know how violent that kid is and you thought you could take him on and prove he isn't a big shot? That you would be the hero like in those comics you read?'' I didn't know what to say, I've never seen Jenna lose her rag like this before.

''But...no he was...I wasn't trying to...''

She raised her hand at me, stopping me from uttering another word. ''Just don't! I know you want to do well, but you have to be smart about these things. You have to know when it's not right to intervene and to stay back and let someone else more capable handle it. I don't want you to do anything stupid or dangerous like that again! You hear me?''

I don't know what hurt more, her saying I was incapable of handling situations like this or seeing her break down like this. She was on the verge of tears. Then again, I wonder how I look right now. My face has probably swollen to twice its normal size. It must have been shocking for her to see. I didn't think things would get out of hand like this. For me to freeze up like that, and then when I try and do something, end up getting knocked out with one punch...it made me wonder whether this superhero talk was such a good idea.

How could my life change so much in one day?

Afterwards, Jenna and I left the school, with me holding a large icepack to my face. She had told me that Gary was taken to the hospital to get treated, while Jason and his goons were going to be in some serious trouble. Not just with the school, probably the police as well, which is good to hear. It's obvious to think that they are defiantly going to be permanently excluded.

Something else then popped into my mind. ''What happened with your job application interview today?''

She paused, her eyebrows furrowed as if she was trying to think of what to say next. ''I didn't get it. Don't worry about it.''

As much as she tried to reassure me, I could just feel it, especially after she turns to continue walking without looking back at me. It was my fault. She probably had to leave before the interview to come pick me up. The guilt rushed through me and was eating away.

The two of us continued to walk home in silence, everything that Jenna had said earlier was still ringing inside of my ears. I never once thought about her when I would finally don my mask and cape, and she's my sister! I never thought about what would happen if I didn't come back one night, or my identity slipped and she would have been put in danger. Then I thought, how could I be a great superhero if I lose to the school bully? I was beaten with one punch, what would happen if I got stabbed or shot? And originally I was too scared to even stand up and fight, how can you stare into the face of mobsters and serial killers when you are scared of a drunken thug with only a set of knuckledusters?

I was so angry with myself, I hadn't noticed Jenna stopping next to me before tapping me on the shoulder. ''Do you know her?'' She pointed past me.

''Thomas!'' That's when I heard a voice. I looked down the road and saw Rachael walking over towards us. Suddenly the pain on my face didn't feel so bad anymore.

My attention was so focused on Rachael, as she got closer, that I nearly jumped when Jenna leant closer to me and asked in my ear. ''So?''

''Huh? Oh yeah, she goes to my class. Can I talk with her alone for a minute?''

Jenna looked hesitant at first, I think after the day I've just had she wouldn't let me out of her sight if she had the chance. However, she gave me a smile and then slowly walked off. It wasn't too far from home now, so I could make the rest of my journey alone after.

''Hey!'' Rachael and I said simultaneously.

''No, you start!'' We say together yet again.

''No, you...'' It happened once again, resulting in both of us laughing. This did help ease my mood a little bit.

''Yeah...so how are you?'' She asked, and then acted like it was a stupid question seeing my face.

''Well they said in about two or three days I should see out of my eye again, so yeah, could have been worse.''

''You're right it could have been, weren't you thinking? He would really hurt you if you tried fighting him.''

''Tell you the truth, I wasn't really thinking at all.''

She then gave me a smile that made my heart skip a beat or two. ''Well, good thing you did, you really saved Gary back there.''

That was when my mood deflated again. ''Don't know about that...I'm mean does this look like the face of a winner?'' It's weird that I was having no problem talking with her right now, and I probably looked like something from Rocky Balboa.

''But you stopped Jason...so I think it's you that my cousin should be thanking.''

I nearly did a double take. ''Wait, Gary's your cousin?''

''From my father's side, and if you're wondering, yes I'm one-sixteenth Greek!'' She chuckled. I never knew that about her, I've never seen her with Gary...then again I don't really see her hanging out with many other people for that long so I guess it shouldn't have been that big of a surprise. ''Oh before I forget, Gary wanted you to have this.'' She reached into her bag before pulling out something and handing it to me. It was an X-men comic.

''Wow, thank you. But how...''

''I've heard you're into comics. And it's apparently a good one, so I thought it would be nice thank you present from him...and me. Listen, I know you feel down that you didn't win. But that's not what was important, you stood up for someone who needed help and tried to do something about it. That's more than what anyone else would have done. Sincerely from the bottom of my heart, thank you.'' With that said, she took off with a smile still on her face.

This really has been a bizarre day for me.

I looked at the new comic in my hand, 'New X-Men #134'.

Skimming through the pages, I finally found a character that has remained unnamed for a few issues, Quentin Quire aka Kid Omega.

That name! Something about that name made it echo in my mind...Kid Omega, Kid Omega...Omega...Kid, Omega Kid! That was it, Omega Kid! I finally found a name! After all that thinking and debating I did earlier, all it took was a surprise comic book present to finally find me a name I liked and could use. However, I have to get that fantasy out of my head. I remembered Jenna earlier today. My aching bruised face and the fear that I could have been seeing my parents earlier than expected because I got a bit reckless.

I can't do it now, especially with what Jenna said to me earlier. I put the comic in my rucksack and made my way back home. Well, the day ended and I finally got a name, just a couple of hours too late...still, it was a cool name.

To Be Continued…

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