[NEW] NEWS AND UPDATES!
I decided to try and put most updates relating to the whole story here instead of in individual chapters, it makes it easy to locate information! Here will be release dates for chapters starting with chapter 7! As well as artwork I make (if any) and other notable things.
November 13, 2019: Revamp to the entire story! I rephrased and changed a lot of things in the released chapters! I suggest checking them out before skipping to the chapter you're at if this isn't your first time reading. Chapter 7 "Mother's Day Part 3" is now released.
Prologue
Hey! I should introduce myself, I'm Alexander A. Anders. I would say I'm a pretty average person, this is my account of the story that led to me becoming a Superhero, and saving planet earth. it all started on my trip to Paris...
I drifted through the endless abyss, past dozens of people of all colors, nationalities, and state of dress, including some mummies, and bodies covered in sheets lying in Viking-esque ships, who were also floating along with me.
As I fell, the blackness began to turn a deep red. 'That's the color of blood' I realized.
Just as I was about to accept my obvious demise, I heard a voice. "Hey! Where do you think you're going!?"
I was grabbed by my collar and pulled up and across the darkness toward a strange pulsating light. I looked up to see what stopped my endless fall, and shrieked. Hey, don't judge me, you would do the same thing if a freaking carnivorous wolf was carrying you in its jaws. "Stop struggling, pup!" he (or I assumed he was male) mumbled through my collar,
I was at a loss, as it quickly flew up out of the red darkness.
I had a last look at the strange wolf before I was whisked through the strange pulsing glow floating in the air.
I
Alex A. Anders (AAA)
Status: Very wet.
Location: River Seine, Paris.
I surfaced, gasping for breath. "Where am I?" I wondered. Then it all came back to me. I had come to meet my supposed Grandfather in the city.
I recalled that when I got here I took a helicopter across Paris. About 25 minutes later, we were almost there, -just a few miles to the landing pad- when suddenly I got a bad feeling. Almost on instinct, I had grabbed the convenient parachute under my seat, but before I could decide whether to put it on, there was a small explosion. I was flung outside the open doors, and I remember pulling the string on the parachute. It got stuck and only opened about half way, but luckily we were above a big river, and were only about 4 stories up, so I was pretty sure I would be okay. I attempted to slow my fall by putting on the parachute, with some difficulty because I was only holding on with one hand. and spread my arms out like a skydiver. Then I guess I was knocked out, but those memories are a bit fuzzy around the edges. Come to think of it, all my memories are a bit fuzzy…
Anyway, I miraculously seemed to have survived.
When I finally reached the riverbank I was panting hard from exhaustion. I hauled myself out of the water and over the railing. I checked I had everything I came with. 'Pants?' Check. 'Shirt?' Check. I freaked out for a moment until I realized the item I was looking for, my silver belt buckle, which was a family heirloom, and the only thing I had left of my parents, who died when I was a baby, was still underneath my shirt. Filled with relief, I collapsed, leaving my parachute on the ground.
I lay there exhausted for what I guessed was at least a few hours before I got up and started walking away from the river.
I realized how dark it had gotten. "Shoot, I should have been there by now." I said to the dark bridge stretching over the water. Quickly getting over my near death experience. Or I would say, but inside I was still terrified. "Guess it's too late now..." I was pretty glad I didn't land on the bridge, or drown while unconscious, or didn't have a Parachute, or stayed in the copter, actually, there were a lot of things that could have killed me. I realized how lucky I was to have survived, especially from that height..
I found a bench next to the bridge and sat on it.
I didn't know how long I lay there before I drifted into a dreamless sleep.