Omega Kid

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Kick-Ass comic or film written by Mark Miller, or any guest characters from other Kick-Ass fanfic's they are owned by their own writers and creators. However, all rights and characters for Omega Kid belong to me and are owned by me alone. So if anyone wants to ever use any characters or anything else from this story for a special chapter or fic will have to ask first...but don't worry, there's a 99% chance I'll say yes.

Chapter 30: Pilot

Today was a landmark day in history! They come very few times! Man first walks on the moon...the dawn of a new millennium...Bulk coming back to Power Rangers. But all these were to be over shadowed today as the single greatest achievement in human history is about to unfold...

''WE ARE AT THE PREMIERE OF OMEGA KID THE SERIES!'' I scream at the top of my lungs. Alex, Steph, Rachael, Megan, Stella and me all wait outside the main Hallblock hall along with dozens of other lucky fans. Thanks to Stella's uncle working on the show, he convinced the producers to hold a special secret premiere at Hallblock for a few selected fans and friends. And of course I wasn't going to turn down this offer.

''Isn't this meant to be secret? I think people in China just heard you.'' Rachael said sarcastically.

Alex cut in sarcastically as well. ''Yeah, it happens every day when you attend a secret TV series premiere. OH YEAH! This beats the Heroes premiere any day!'' He shouted as he and Steph high-fived.

''Why are you all so excited about this?'' Megan asked.

''For the three words I just said...secret...TV...premiere!''

''But isn't that four words, cause of TV being two letters?'' Steph whispered to Alex, and his answer was a slap across the head. Kind of harsh, but we all forgot about it as the clock ticked on and on, it felt like eternity to wait for the doors to open. This was an incredible feeling; I don't even know much about the show, Stella wouldn't let me saying it would spoil the surprise. This is my show; I deserve to at least know the plot.

Well it's almost time, I might as well ask. ''So Stella, what are the characters names?''

''Well, Omega Kid as you know played by Logan Lerman, his name in this is Michael Mitchell...''

''Michael Mitchell?'' Alex and Steph broke out in a fit of giggles; I can't even curse them back because their characters weren't in the show yet. At least, I've got a show showing the people the great work I've done for London.

Stella continued trying to hold back a laugh for some reason. ''Miley Cyrus plays the love interest...Alexis Monroe.''

Alex instantly stopped laughing, and the others started laughing chanting 'Alex and Omega Kid sitting in a tree'. This was wrong on so many levels. Stella kept looking back and forth at Alex and me; I'm going to kill the scriptwriter who came up with the names.

The doors finally opened; everyone turned around waiting for the man standing there to invite fans inside the hall...a man that was very familiar...

''Kevin?'' This premiere wasn't getting off to a good start.

''Well, I kind of find it hard to believe someone like you to attend the premiere to Omega Kid's series. But, can't do anything about it now.'' Sometimes I want to laugh at Kevin's attempts at being a not-it-all about Omega Kid and me.

''Can you just explain why you're here goggles?'' Alex mocked, causing a few chuckles from the people behind.

Kevin just ignored him. ''Well, seeing as I'm head of the Omega Kid fan club. I got to apply to have a little special screening here at the school, and luckily I managed to get a positive reply. So really, you shouldn't be cursing the person that just gave you a five star premiere,'' Alex didn't say anything else; I guess we have to give Kevin a little credit...just a little. ''And now, please find your seats.''

We all found our seats; thanks again to Stella's uncle we all got the seats right in the middle, not to far or to close to the screen, perfect viewing for what will without a doubt be the greatest TV series in the history of history. ''Hey, Thomas, I've got to tell you something before we watch this…'' Stella called me.

''Is it a spoiler?''

''Not really, it's just that, it may not be the Omega Kid you expect...''

''I know, I know they can't get everything accurate.'' I'd be scared if they did.

''No, I mean there is one big difference.''

''Shhh, we're trying to watch!'' Alex whispered to Stella, the thing wasn't even on yet. I actually have to thank him; I don't want any spoilers, this is my moment, this is the world showing their thanks for the hard work and dedication I've done. Not having to rely on superpowers or gadgets, just bravery and stupidity, this is what superhero shows should be about. And here's one right now, showing me...

''Omega Kid has powers!'' Stella whispered in my ear.

It felt like I just swallowed a piano, and it crashed into the pit of my stomach and the strings are still chocking in my neck. ''What?''

''The one big difference is that Omega Kid has superpowers, increased muscular endurance.''

I was left in my seat; digging my fingernails into the arms of the chair trying to hold back my anger so not to draw any attention to me. But of course, Alex and Stephen do that for me...only the other way around. ''Cool, that's a genius idea!'' Alex said excitedly.

''No it's not!'' I barked at him.

''Are you kidding; when has there ever been a live-action superhero show with great super powered fights?''

''Heroes and Smallville.'' Steph answered, and in return got a slap across the head from Alex.

''Those fights only lasted what...a minute. The fights in this are going to be great!'' Alex tried to encourage me, but it just wasn't working.

They wouldn't be saying that if Ultra or Super Kid had their own series and the produces decide 'hey let's take the piss out of the hero that risks everything to protect people and give him unrealistic powers'...actually they would like it. But this is insulting; giving me powers, it just goes against everything I stand for. And other heroes such as Kick-Ass or Red Mist, we fight to beyond our limit to help people, and this is thanks I'm shown...they never did this too Kick-Ass in his comic.

Rachael tapped me on the shoulder directing my attention to her. ''What's wrong? It may be good.''

''No it won't, this isn't what Omega Kid is about!'' I tried not to sound to upset, cause Rachael started looking at me like I was overreacting. But in a way, I'm not.

''Well, it still is. He helps people, fights for what's right...''

''But this Omega Kid has powers! I...the real Omega Kid doesn't have the aid of super strength or healing. He's a real hero; this is just a way for the producers to make money, they probably don't even care about Omega Kid.''

''Well, give it a watch and let's see for ourselves.''

Part of me wanted to say no, and just walk out. This was Half-Blood Prince all over again; everyone praised it, and yet that was absolute crap compared to the other Harry Potters. But something kept me to my seat; I don't know what it was, it defiantly wasn't from me cause I just wanted to leave now. But the credits soon started playing; showing clips of Omega Kid, the costume was still the same, beating bad guys and doing all kinds of impossible things. And as the episode started, I could only think one thing...

''Special effects are decent.''

The apartment building looked twice as old as the residents inside; dusty, broken down, and cracks appearing all over the surface (I'm talking about the building still). On the second floor, in a little living room, 78-year-old Albert sat on his sofa watching Emmerdale, while his wife Mary was busy in the kitchen fixing the light bulb. After a few struggles the light finally came off; she huffed as she stepped off the little ladder and stomped in on her husband. ''Well, I'm glad we finally got that out of the way!'' She spat sarcastically at the lazy oath sitting on the chair.

''Yeah, well done honey.'' He replied.

''You know, you never do anything around the house, it's a miracle this place is still standing up!''

''It just shows what a fantastic woman you are.'' He joked, but Mary wasn't joking around.

''Don't sweet talk your way out of this!'' Then the building rumbled just a tiny fraction, and the lights went off, along with every other electrically device in the house. Mary sighed and looked out the window, and that's when it started getting freaky...the whole street was now pitch black. She went into the drawer and brought out a torch turning it on, but even that wasn't working.

Albert was now just as confused; he got off his sofa and followed Mary outside, the corridor was completely dark. All the other residents in the apartment stood in the corridor; most holding torches that also weren't working. Then a spark off blue electricity surged through the roof of the corridor; the residents followed the spark as it leads to the very end of the corridor...and standing there was some kind of creature. Seven foot tall; the shadows made it hard for anyone to describe it, but it was humanoid shape, with two large arms, but it had four legs and as it stepped closer to the frightened people, it looked like the body of a beetle of some kind.

The people started screaming and ran towards the other end of the corridor; the creature let out a horrible crackling sound, as it punch both its large hands into either side of the corridor, and electricity tore apart the corridor heading towards the panicked stampede. The electricity then joined in the middle of the corridor and shot straight at a boy, African American with dreadlocks, about 22 years with an orange shirt and jeans. The blast sends him flying right out the window and into the streets below; the boy lies still, battered and bruised, yet miraculously...breathing.

Michael exited the car, and looked around at his new home, St Peterson's University. Michael looked very timid; around 18 or 19, brown hair, glasses and a large rucksack on his back almost pulling him to the ground. He turned back and looked at his dad in the car, sitting in the driver's seat, and proud look on his face. ''Well, I guess this is it dad.'' Michael stuttered.

''It sure is, they haven't really changed it much since your mother and I went here.''

Michael just nodded, and took another look around the university; there was no denying he was scared. His dad gave him encouraging thumbs up, before saying a last good-bye and driving off. You wouldn't think of that as a proper father and son farewell; but considering Michael's dad was an alcoholic it was decent. His dad always did try to be caring, but sometimes it wasn't enough to stop him from taking one drink to many sometimes.

Not wanting to think about his past problems anymore; Michael walked around to get to know the place, everywhere students (if he should call them that anymore) were free with whatever they were doing. No teacher to stop them, no parents to tell them right or wrong...this was unfamiliar territory for Michael. He was never the independent one, always looking to his few friends for what to do, but none of them were here now. This was his new start.

KNOCK! KNOCK! Michael awkwardly knocked on the door to his new room; wondering if his new roommate was in or out partying like all the rest.

''You know you can walk in!'' A voice called from the room. Michael slowly opened the door, and looked in to see someone on the chair-playing Halo: Reach. The person paused his game and got up; he was about the same age as Michael; his skin was more tanned, and he had long black hair in a ponytail. ''So you're the new roomie, huh? I was expecting you to be taller, name's Diego!'' He offers his hand and Michael shakes.

''Michael!''

''Well Michael welcome to your new life; the school that kids should have, your bed's over there unpack and whatever, and I'll show you around.''

Michael nodded and placed his backpack onto his bed; at least his roommate seemed okay. After a few minutes Michael got his stuff mostly organised; in which time, Diego gave him some kind of talk on how to survive University. Half the stuff he said would get Michael in more trouble than out of it; then Diego started giving him a list of all the girls that Michael should give a 'looking into'.

''What do you mean by that?'' Michael asked.

''Do you have a girlfriend?''

''No...''

''Well, that's something you should consider now. Unless you're going bachelor.''

''No...I just, have a slow pace with girls. Hey, do you know where the further maths class is?'' Michael asked wanting to change the subject. Diego shuddered at the word maths, but he told him where it was anyway. Michael got his equipment ready and headed out the door...only to bump into someone else.

''I'm so sorry.'' Michael stuttered as he help the person pick up...her books; and this her was without a doubt the most beautiful girl Michael seen. Brunette hair, hardly any make-up yet she still had a perfect face to Michael.

''No, it was my fault I wasn't watching,'' She looked back between Michael and Diego's room. ''You the newbie?''

''Yeah, Michael Mitchell!'' He wanted to offer his hand, but it was all sweaty.

''Well, nice to meet you Michael Mitchell, I am Alexis Monroe.'' Alexis waved before walking past Michael, leaving him feeling all fuzzy and weak. He tried to regain his composure and fixed his glasses up a bit.

Diego then came out and patted him on the back. ''Wow, you're not even here for a day and already your hitting on Alexis!''

''You know her?''

''Of course! Everyone knows her. She's the daughter of the director of this University...and mother to my kids.''

''WHAT?''

Diego started laughing his head off at Michael's reaction. ''Ha, I'm joking! I love everyone's reactions to that...but she so digs my body.'' Michael was left red faced, and unable to come back to Diego's comment. Diego got himself back under control and turned to the boy. ''Although, I think she is way out of league for anybody here. Trust me; just go with the chicks I mentioned earlier. You'll meet half of them at the party.''

''There's a party?''

''Yep, tonight 11 on the dot, you should go.''

Michael gave this some thought; he was never really one to go to parties, he wouldn't have a good time if he hardly knew anyone. But then he thought...

''Is Alexis going?''

''You're actually going to try with her? It's a tough mission my friend, but I like you, going for the good apples.''

Throughout the day, Michael's mind was fixed on so many things. His new lessons, getting use to the new ways of learning and moving around in classes. He didn't talk to anyone else; all these people seemed to already no each other somehow, whereas Michael just felt isolated from everything. On the couple of occasions moving around to classes, he would catch a glimpse of Alexis. Ge really wanted to talk to her, but he could just never work up the courage. And Diego's talk of her being out of not just his league, but also everyone else's didn't help. But who knows, maybe at the party he'll get a lucky break?

He made it back to his room; upon opening it he saw that Diego wasn't back yet. Then he noticed something on his bed, a little note. 'Sorry dude got the party time wrong, it's at nine. Hurry up or we'll be late!'

Michael checked his watch...9:12, he was already late. His first great chance to get use to this University and he might just miss it; he got himself ready in whatever clothes he thought were best. Diego's probably at the party already, Michael quickly dashed out of his room and headed for wherever the party is...where is the party?

He forgot to ask Diego; but like any stubborn love struck teenager, he searched around hoping to at least see someone who was also going. Nothing, and to make matters worse, he was now lost. He searched around, looking for anything that looked familiar, after a few attempts it looked like he was starting to recognise...

''Michael...'' A voice echoed in the wind; Michael looked around, but there was no one around. Michael started jogging down the path, leading to the next part of the college.

''Michael...'' The voice whispered again; now Michael was running, but from what he didn't know, the voice seemed to be coming from all around. It was a deep whisper that could send a chill up a Lion's spine. Michael turned around a corner, hoping to out run who or whatever was chasing him, but once around the corner...a shadow consumes him, he tries to scream...then nothing.

''Those fricking punks, 11 on the dot they say…'' Diego moaned to himself as he walked back towards his room across the pathway. The lampposts around him flickered, sending chills up his spine...or they would if he wasn't so mad about missing the party. However, he did get a bit of a shock when he saw Michael lying on the ground. ''Whoa, hey buddy you okay?'' Diego asked as he shook Michael; he stirred and then started rubbing his head. ''Did you manage to get to the party?'' Diego asked again as Michael got up and started rubbing his head. His hands and legs were numb, his back was stiff, and Michael had no clue how he got here.

''Did...did you hear that?'' Michael asked.

''Hear what?''

''Someone calling my name!''

Diego shook his head and looked around, there was no one here. Every time Michael tried to remember what happened, his head feels like it was on fire. All he can remember was someone calling his name, and then everything going black. But then something else troubled him, he felt different...in a good way. Once he got back on his feet, the numbness and pain he had was going, and was being replaced with energy and the tempting feeling to run. ''You okay?'' Diego looked at him worriedly.

''I think I'm good.'' Michael replied rubbing his eyes, and that's when it struck Diego.

''Where's your glasses?''

''I'm wearing my...'' Then Michael realised he wasn't, but his vision was so clear, in fact better than when he does have his glasses. What is going on?

''Hello baby.'' Michael was about to give Diego a weird look, but realised his roommate wasn't talking to him...but to Alexis and her friends that have just walked over.

''Hey you two, how come you're not at the party?'' She asked them.

''But I went and the guys said we were late.'' Diego told her.

''You can't be late, there is no time set for it!'' Diego stands motionless for a few seconds, before charging back towards the party, cursing and muttering something under his breath. Alexis's friends headed in the same direction; but she stayed back a bit when she saw Michael didn't look all right. ''You okay?''

''Yeah...just...no, yeah I'm good!'' His stutter was now twice as bad with what just happened to him, and now talking to a beautiful girl. ''So, you heading to the party?''

''Yeah, you coming as well?'' She asks. Michael just nods and the two walk down the path. ''Hey, I thought you wore glasses?''

''Yeah...well, they were...just for reading,'' Michael didn't really want to keep thinking about this weird stuff so decided to change the subject. ''So how long you been here?''

''Well this is still my first year...ten months next week. My dad begged me to go to this university.''

''Isn't your dad the director of this Uni?''

''He sure is.'' She said, with a slightly disappointed tone. It's kind of understandable; it must be hard to have a parent as a teacher, let alone the director of the University.

Michael feeling more confident now spoke up. ''Yeah my mum and dad both went to this Uni.''

''Really? So they suggested it too you?''

''Well my dad did...my parents split and I live with him, I haven't talk to my mum in a few years.''

''Oh, I'm sorry.''

''No it's okay.'' The true was it really wasn't okay; he would have rather lived with his mum, but she left before he was even given a choice. Normally when he would talk about this just he would chock up; but for some reason he felt more confident, his stutter was also gone. He was acting different and he hasn't even been at the party yet.

By the time Michael and Alexis had arrived, the party was now in full swing. Everybody was moving around, dancing, laughing their heads off, and getting to all sorts of chaos. It was so packed that once Michael stepped inside, he was separated from Alexis. Just great, she was the only reason he came to this party, and to make it worse there was also no sign of Diego.

The flashing lights and loud music didn't help with the condition that Michael was in right now; headaches were playing up again, and his legs felt like jelly he had to hold onto the table to keep himself up. What was happening to him? What happened to him? Was he drugged or something? That's the only explanation he could come up with, but it wouldn't explain his enhanced vision...would it?

''Hey buddy you made it!'' Diego called as he stumbled over; he was holding a glass of some kind of purple liquid. ''For a second I thought you would...you know...be too busy.''

''We've only been here a minute and your drunk already?''

''It's not my fault, they started it.'' Diego took the last sip of his drink, and then collapsed on the floor. Michael was beside him shaking his shoulder.

''Jesus, how many drinks did he have?''

A kid came over and stood next to Michael. ''Who him? Just the one, Diego's a real lightweight.''

''Just the one?'' Michael said astonished. He was no drinker, but even he could hold on for longer; Diego was acting drunk before he even had anything?

''Yeah, Diego has a knack for talking the talk, but never dunking the dunk…if there is a saying like that?''

''I'll go with you and say there is,'' Michael said to the boy next to him, and then looked up seeing him for the first time; he looked older than Michael and Diego, about 22, black skinned with dreadlocks, and wearing an orange shirt and jeans. ''Will he be okay?'' Michael asked about Diego.

''No sweat, he'll be up when the party finishes, him and parties don't get along. You new here? I've never seen you before?''

''Huh? Oh yeah, Michael Mitchell!'' Michael held out his hand, and the other boy shook it.

''Adam Jenkins! So are you a partier then?''

''Oh me? No…no, I'm no wild partier.''

''Well then…'' Adam then reached over and handed Michael a glass full of…Michael didn't even know what it was. ''Bottoms up, first's on the house!''

''Oh, I don't…I don't…''

''Come on, you can't be any worse than sleeping beauty over there!'' He joked while pointing at Diego, who was now snoring. Michael gingerly took the drink from Adam's hand, he tried his best not to show he was shaking but couldn't help it. Drinking was something he never wanted to do; with his dad's 'problem' it felt like he was holding a knife and being asked to cut himself. But he didn't want to offend, and it was just one drink after all. So taking a deep breath, Michael took it down in one gulp. ''Well?''

Michael was expecting at least something; but instead got nothing, not even the taste of it. Like he was just gulping down air. ''Sorry, I couldn't taste it.'' As if the sudden 20/20 vision wasn't weird enough, now he was unable to taste anything.

''Okay then!'' Adam said bringing him out of his thoughts, and then fetching another drink. ''This one's a bit stronger!''

Michael was quicker to take this one, just curious to see if he could taste it, but again nothing. He could feel the liquid in his mouth, but was unable to even get a distinguish taste of what it was; it could have been anything from orange juice to washing liquid. ''Sorry, couldn't taste it still!''

''Oh, we've got a real drinker on our hands,'' And then Adam fetched another one. ''Now this one will defiantly get a reaction.''

''Oh no thanks, I'll just get Diego back to his room first.'' Michael said. Partly he wanted to move Diego out of the way before he gets trod on or something, and also he needs some alone time to wrap all of this around his head. He's never even touched alcohol before, and yet he couldn't even taste it, let alone feel affected. Just a quiet hour or so to remember what happened to him and how it's affecting him now…

''Not yet!'' Adam replied forcefully. Lifted his head up and down the drink in an instant, and then when he brought his head down, his pupils were now dark blue, like inhuman dark blue. ''The party's just starting!''

BOOM! All of a sudden, the lights explode in a dark blue fury; everyone who isn't too drunk screams and tries their best to take cover from the sparks that fill the room. Some hide under tables, while other go for the door, but before they could leave, something blocks their path…and it wasn't human!

Looking like a Seven foot dark blue beetle; two large arms, and four legs with dark blue streaks going down them. Its body surging with power, and its face grotesque, shaped much like a spider with two large fangs for teeth. It cackled and then slams its giant fists to the ground, causing shockwaves that knock everyone off their feet. Including Michael who was holding onto the unconscious Diego, how could anyone still be asleep from this?

Then Michael heard some kind of chanting, and from the sound of it, it was the person he heard before…whatever happened to him. He followed the sound; amazingly, it was like he could block out or amplify whatever sound he wanted to hear in the room. The voice then drew his eyes to that were making that noise; it was coming from Adam, who was now surging with electricity himself. So Adam stalked Michael in the dark, erased his memory of what happened, and only twenty minutes later would offer him drinks?

Ear piercing screaming caught Michael's attention; the Crackerler or whatever, was advancing on a girl trapped under a large table. It lifts its large fists, ready to finish the innocent girl with a quick but painful death. Michael didn't know what he was thinking; in fact it felt like he wasn't even thinking at all. But the urge to save that girl and take his thing on intoxicated him so much, that without thinking he charged and stands in front of the Crackerler just as it slams its fists down…

BOOM! Once the mighty sound of fists connecting had ended, it became so silent you could hear the heartbeat of Michael…who was somehow holding the Crackerler's giant fists in his bare hands. Michael just stood to the spot shocked beyond belief, not because he knew what he was doing was nuts, but the fact he was holding back the behemoth that stood in front of him, and he was doing it with ease.

Even Adam looked on surprised; but it quickly turned to determination as he began to chant in some other language, and the Crackerler began to push down harder than before. Michael could feel his feet sink into the ground and his arms beginning to give way. With a small number of options, Michael chooses the only thing he can think of, he pulls back his right arm, clenches his fist BAAAM! And uppercut the Crackerler in the chin sending it flying into the ceiling and back down to the ground.

Michael stares at his hands like he'd just grown another pair; this was beyond simply being drugged, he was enhanced, to an impossible level. He turned around to face Adam. ''What did you do to me?'' He shouted.

But Adam's expression of determination didn't change. ''So you have been amped too?''

''Amped? What do you mean amped? And what do you mean you too?''

BAM! Before he could get a response, the Crackerler punches him in the jaw sending him flying across the room and into the wall. As Michael picked himself up, he felt good, better than good. Not only did the blow only sting a little, but also he felt stronger and more aggressive, like he wasn't himself at all.

Fuelled only by adrenaline, he charges at the Crackerler, picking up a table on the way and slams it across the Crackerler's side. But the creature blocked with its giant fist, only to see Michael punch with his other hand. BAM! BAM! BAM! Michael just unleashed a fury of punches and kicks with amazing speed and power; but as the Crackerler took more hits and soaked in the pain, his right fist lit up with dark blue electricity. And before Michael could notice…

BAM! ZAP! It punches him in the stomach, and then blasts him right back across the room again. Michael picks himself up again, but this hurt a lot more than the last punch, and his clothes had almost completely burnt off. The Crackerler leaps up and aims itself right on top of the boy.

BOOM! Michael just manages to roll out of the way before the huge body crashes into the floor. It slowly began to emerge out of the ground; and that's when Michael saw something that could turn the tide, as electricity flowed around the creature, it died down as it stood on the ground under the floor board. Duh, common science, electricity can't travel through ground.

If this building has electricity, then there has to be an underground cable that he can use. Michael begins to search around for it, using his strength to take apart the floorboards. It doesn't take Adam long before he realises what Michael is up to. ''NO! Stop him! Now!''

Like a dog with a master, the Crackerler starts pounding its giant fists at Michael, who does his best to dodge as much as he can. Although the creature was helping him by obliterating the floorboards itself, he had no time to actually look for a cable without feeling the power of a rhino, elephant and cruise liner charging at him all at once.

Finally, the Crackerler gets lucky. Using its extra legs, it trips up Michael. And before he can move away, it sends its huge fist straight down towards the helpless boy. Michael tries to push the fist back, but the Crackerler was putting so much power into its arm this could be the fatal blow. And if that wasn't bad enough, it starts sending shockwaves down its arm and electrocuting Michael.

He was losing energy fast; he could barley hold on anymore. The fist was so close now, that Michael had to turn his head to avoid it, and that's when he saw it…the ground cable. Typical, well better late than never. Quicker than either the Crackerler or Adam could react, Michael grabs the cable and literally plugs it into the Crackerler's arm. It actually screams in pain before disappearing in an instant.

''No!'' Adam yelled. ''Do you realise what you've…'' He then starts coughing and vomiting out black oil from his mouth. He collapses to the ground and looks like he was shriveling up, like a vegetable in an oven for too long. Michael rushes over to get the answers he wants, but all that comes from Adam's lips are. ''You killed me, you'll pay. They'll make you pay!''

''Who's they? What happened to me?'' But his plea falls on deaf ears…well no ears really, before long Adam is nothing more than a pool of black oil. Boy, when Michael was expecting a wild first university party, he never counted on something like this. He hears something, and looks behind to see Diego sit himself up and look at the destruction around the room. ''Why do I only wake up when the party's finished?'' He complained before looking at Michael. ''What happened to your clothes?''

First day of a new university can be quite something, wow, understatement of the year! Michael had sat on his bed since he got back from the party; changing into something else seeing as his other clothes was toasted. But nothing seems to take his mind off the many questions in his head, not even…

''Hey buddy, Alexis wants to talk to you!'' Diego called out.

''Really?'' Michael asked a bit shocked, but there she was standing right at the door. He walks over to her. ''Hey how are you?''

''A little shaken up, but doing fine. Oh, you left these at the party, they're a little damaged!'' Alexis then hands over the remains of his glasses, although really it was just a piece of glass.

''Thanks, but I don't…um…guess I…um…need to learn not to read with them.'' He stuttered.

''No problem, well see you soon!'' She said before walking off leaving Michael in a daze at the room.

''You're letting out all the AC!'' Diego calls waking Michael up from his little daydream. He shuts the door and sits on his bed again. ''Hey buddy!'' Diego caught his attention. ''What happened at the party after I passed out? People say that some wild animal attacked!''

''Oh…yeah…looked like a…um…big bear!''

''What? They told me it looked like a beetle? I swear those guys just want to torture me!'' He huffed before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

Now that Michael was alone, he had sometime to think over what to do now. He was so much stronger, stronger than any person should be. He may not know how he got these powers yet, but obviously he wasn't alone. Adam had supernatural powers and he could have killed lots of people if Michael didn't stop him.

There has to be something or someone that is causing this to happen, and with these powers, he may just have the chance to fight back. Wow, he could be like a superhero! Unreal, but of course a superhero needs a costume. So he quickly logs onto a laptop that the university keeps in each room, searching every sales website he knows before coming across the perfect costume…a blue one with silver streaks going down the arms, legs and across the mask.

It may be expensive, but he could just do a Peter Parker and make money off this by photographer or wrestler like that. But as well as costume, he has to have a name, a name that will stand out and immediately have his enemies quiver in fear. And Michael might just have it; he stands in front of the mirror, looking at himself before shouting out his new name…

''AWESOME DUDE! ...No, no, that's not it!''

''UNBELIEVABOY! ...No that's stupid!''

''MEGACOOL!''

''TERRIFICON!''

''BOOYA! Ah, how can it be so hard to think of a name?'' He slumps on his bed face first; who would have thought getting the powers was easy than the name. Maybe he needs something to reflect his mysterious powers; but being mysterious he doesn't help out at all, all he did know was he was really strong. So Mega could work, but with what? But then something clicked, saying mega over and over again in his head, he thought of something else…and he knew instantly it would work. He jumped up from his bed before taking a heroic pose and shouting at the top of his lungs…

''OMEGA KID!''

TO BE CONTINUED…

The whole place lit up in applause, as everyone in the room was giving this a standing ovation, except me, cause I was still glued to the seat. ''Wow, this over The Cape, any day!'' Alex said.

''Brilliant!'' Steph followed as the two bros high fived.

''I really enjoyed that!'' Megan said all excited.

''I know, and Logan Lerman was hot…'' Stella said while getting a look from Megan. ''But not as much as you,'' She reassures her. ''But compared to the Omega Kid I know…'' She whispered to me sarcastically.

''Very funny!'' I replied. Rachael stared right at me, it's like she knew what I was thinking. ''Ok, ok, I admit, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. They took the main message and sent it down the wrong way, but with right intentions. I liked it!''

''Told you!'' Ha, tricked her, that wasn't what I was thinking at all. You want to know what I was thinking? Well…

''WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT?'' Someone yelled louder than I though human lungs could do. We all turned and were surprised to see the noise coming from my number one himself. ''WHAT WAS THIS? THIS IS B***S***! WHAT IS WITH THE POWERS AND MAKING HIM A GEEK? HE'S NOT A GEEK, HE'S A F****** CHUCK NORRIS FOR KIDS, I'M GOING TO SUE…NO BOYCOTT THE CREATORS, WHAT KIND OF S*** IS THIS?'' Kevin went on for a good long time, even as the guards carried him out of the room. You want to know what I'm thinking now?

''Jesus, overreaction much.''

To Be Continued…