-So, this is the third chapter, and I think I need to clear a few things first...
-I will introduce some Oc's, now I don't really like stories focussed around these own characters and this one won't be such a story.
-Why introducing them? Well I just needed some antagonists who weren't as slapstick as 'Royal Pain' (even though she will have a role in here) so I thought having some of my own creations as the bad guys would be funny...
-this "back story" at the end of the chapter is completely a product of my own imagination, I'm sorry if it collides with anything said in the movie...
No trains arrived in the following few hours and Warren began to wonder if any would come to this shithole of a village at all. But he had arrived here with a train, so at least once a day one should arrive. He didn't worry about the man from before, he had been far too scared to come back and he wouldn't be able to alarm the cops without mentioning any of his own indiscretions. No one would touch a supervillain.
It was strange, a day ago he had been desperate, almost on the verge of giving up, money changed everything. It always did.
The sky filled with clouds, maybe it would rain, but Warren didn't care, water could maybe extinguish the flames on the surface, but his inner fire would keep him safe and warm as long as he stayed awake until the train arrived. Hours passed, the first few drops collided with the ground, most raindrops would fail to hit him anyways.
Then the train approached, looking exactly like the one he had arrived in, the red varnish already flaking off the metal shell, the plastic windows dirty and covered in graffiti. The only pleasant thing about this train were the orange curtains, even though he wouldn't need them with the weather being this bad.
He paid the conductor, not taking any risks, ignored the murky look the middle-aged man gave him and entered one of many empty cabins.
The burger he had bought earlier sat heavily on his stomach, his only provision was a big bottle of water, which he placed on the small table at the window.
His backpack was long gone, with everything inside it, all that was left were the bags in his black jacket and his jeans which contained his purse, a few expired pills and the only keepsake from home, some stupid necklace. He didn't even know why he brought it, it wasn't like him to be sentimental.
Shoving these thoughts aside Warren closed the curtains and leaned against the wall, trying to get some sleep while the train continued to take him farther and farther from the place formerly known as home.
"Hey, are these seats taken?", the voice of a guy, older than Warren, sounding casual, waking him without a second thought.
Warren pushed his eyes open with great effort, focusing on the stranger who had just entered the compartment. Brown hair, nonchalant demeanor, worn out clothes, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Take them", Warren wondered why this guy wouldn't just take one of the empty cabins, as his thoughts were interrupted by a second person entering.
This one was different, somewhat disturbing and definitely one to be remembered.
Colorless skin, skinny, his white hair hanging down on his shoulder in thick streaks, clothed in stainless white silk. But the most peculiar thing about this guy were his eyes, or rather his lack of any pupil or iris whatsoever.
As the two occupied the bench opposing Warren, he felt the need to leave, still, he couldn't just back of like a wimp, so he forced himself to stare back at the first guy and remained perfectly still and controlled.
"I guess you're a superhero?", the question came unexpected, Warren didn't know how to respond, the speaker seemed to notice this and put out his hand, "My name is Kyan, I'm kind of a superhero myself."
"Kind of?", the question came out before Warren could think about it.
Kyan laughed: "Well I am super, just struggling with the 'hero' part I guess."
"This", he pointed at the second guy, "Is Yepa, he is the same as me."
Then his gaze returned to Warren and he seemed to cogitate something before remaking: "I guess your color code is black and red... What's your power?"
Warren ignored his uneasiness and answered: "I'm a pyrokinetic. What about you?"
Kyan smiled, a cold and alarming smile: "Well As you can see Yepa's color code is white, mine is brown and black, as for our powers...", he tilted his head, "It's a bit hard to explain it to an outsider. Do you know about the true nature of everyone's powers?"
"True nature?", Warren was a superhuman by birth, he had always thought that this was his true nature, what did this guy mean?
"Well, the power of every superhero in the world can be reduced to one single word", a small smirk replaced the former smile, "Well not exactly one word but one phrase, I mean 'distortion of reality' "
Warren arched a brow at that: "My powers are real themselves, they're not just distortions."
"Oh really?", the smug expression on Kyan's face began to bother Warren, "So creating fire with your bare hands is real? Is normal? Do you really think that?"
"I'm not the only one with this kind of power, it may not be normal but it has long since become common to see superpowers", Warren knew almost everything a fourteen years old could know of superpowers, he was after all the son of a great villain.
"Do you know how the humans first obtained these powers?", Warrens face remained blank, "I thought so. Let me tell you how. The first one to have superhuman powers was a nameless being who came from space. After he arrived here, humans who were bitten by radioactive animals, victims of experimental failure and so on gained powers, every kind of power, lastly humans with natural powers were born, this was the origins of the superheroes and villains."
Warren didn't know if he should believe this guy, it was the first time he had heard this story, and it seemed too strange to be true. Heroes had existed since long ago, but no one had ever explained how they came into existence.
"Now, People were bitten by radioactive animals before this being arrived on earth, experiments resulted in failure before he came, and people who thought they had powers existed since humanity was born, but do you know what became of these people?
"What?", this was all starting to get really freaky, but Warren couldn't help wanting to know more.
"They died, some right away, some later when the radiation destroyed their body. As for the naturals, they were locked away as lunatics, or drugged until they fit into society", he breathed, as if he remembered something from long ago, "Now, do you get what happened when this being arrived from space?"
Warren remained silent, not knowing what to answer.
"He used a power, only one, before being killed by the humans who feared him. This one power was unique, no one after him would obtain it", this all was starting to make sense in Warrens head and he couldn't help but stare at Kyan as he ended his story: "It was the power to alter reality permanently, to invade every human's mind, leaving his legacy to this world. His legacy, the superpowers."