A New Guardian
A Teen Titans FanFiction by drsonicfan
Opening Notes: Hi. I really don't want to say much, because I don't to spoil anything. The only thing I can say is that the story is going to move pretty fast. Well. Dennis has now just saved two women from being raped. What will he do next. It is all waiting for you.
Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own The Teen Titans or any DC characters, but my own hero belongs to me.
Chapter 3: Time To Rise Up
The Next Day, At home
Dennis walked into the front room in his house. The fifty inch TV was stuck on BBC News and the Breaking News bar at the bottom showed the time of 17:30. Daniel and his dad looked at him as if he was guilty of a crime.
"What?"
"Look at the Breaking News bar."
"Yeah... I saw the time. Why do I need to look at the bar?"
Daniel believed Dennis was just pretending to not know what was going on, "How about you look at the writing on the bar." he said sarcastically.
Dennis turned round and looked at the bar moving of to the left. His eyes widened when he saw the start of the message coming in from the right of the screen and moving off to the left on repeat again.
Two women have been saved from being raped in Glasgow by three men by a man who apparently shot blue orbs at the attackers.
He turned round to see them both looking at him. His dad having a very serious look on his face whilst Daniel still kept a grin.
"I suppose you don't happen to do anything with that, do you? I mean it only happened across the road." Daniel smiled. Still wanting to see if he was going to play along.
Dennis didn't plan on keeping a secret. They obviously knew he did it, "Well. I'd be lying if I said I didn't play a part." He went and sat down in the armchair close to the TV.
"So you were one of the attackers?"
"I'd be in hospital or jail if I was."
"So you were one of the women." Dennis turned round to stare down his older brother, trying to keep a serious look. But he just found that too funny, even if it was directed at him.
"OK Mr. Smart-ass. It is kind of obvious. Name how many people you know that can shoot blue orbs out of their hands." he turned round hoping his brother would give up the sarcasm.
"OK. OK. So you were serious when you said you were going to help people with those powers. Weren't you?"
"Yep. Name how many other ways I can use my aura, other than that."
His dad butted in and spoke in a very serious manner, "Dennis. You've attracted a lot of attention to yourself. The police are still investigating to see who saved them. Not to mention the three men have called me to defend them in court."
Dennis stood up clearly not going to have himself being attacked for doing something good. "First-of-all. No-one knew it was me. So I couldn't have had a lot of attention attracted to me. Second-of-all. Can't you say that you don't want to defend them in court. I mean I did see their faces. They couldn't see mine because of my hood. And thirdly... well... I can't think of a third."
"Dennis. You have caused all the news channels to go berserk at the fact that there was a superhero incident in the UK. Even some American channels are interested."
Dennis wanted to see if his dad was right, and sure enough. All TV vans were also parked along the street with reporters trying to explain what happened. He saw vans from BBC, Sky News, ITV, he was even sure that he even saw a reporter carrying an ABC News microphone.
"Oooh... Well. I kind of expected this. People will go crazy when anything superhero, or celebrity related happens."
"Fine. But would have happened if they found out you did it?"
"Look. I hid my face away so they wouldn't see me..."
"But what would have happened if they did? I mean you were only across the street. When you ran away."
"The long branches covered our street."
"I'm pretty sure they saw you."
Dennis was growing angry, "Look. I am not going to let anyone know that I did that. Whatever I do, no shall find out that I am the one helping them." He stared his father down so he knew he'd be taken seriously and that he would not be argued with. "I don't care what happens to me. But if anyone finds out who I am. They will hunt for you and... I can't risk any of you getting hurt. So I will keep on doing this and making sure none see me."
Dennis looked at his father to make sure his message got across. He then looked at Daniel then at the TV one more time and it showed a statement that one of the women made to the police.
He then told us that he was a "Guardian" who saved us. Then he ran off into the night.
"Guardian". That was name he could get used to.
Titans Tower, Lobby
Training was hard. But if it was with superheroes. Then it was brutal. They had to push themselves beyond their limits. They had to basically destroy their bodies so they could have newer and improved versions. And frankly, that was more than what Garfield could take.
If they weren't out fighting crime they were usually training and then later free-time. But the training just seemed to go on and on and on.
Luckily Garfield had already done three hours of it, and was allowed to have a break before finishing off his remaining two hours.
He was starving.
Garfield went to the kitchen and got out some bread and put it in the toaster as he knew if he ate anything too filling, he would puke later in the remainder of his training.
He poured a glass of water and when the toast finally came out after an eternity of waiting he spread a butter substitute over the toast as he refused to eat dairy products because he was a vegetarian.
He went over to the semi-circular sofa and grabbed the remote to see what was on TV.
"Seen it. Seen it. Lame. Seen it. Not a chance. See... wait." something caught Garfield's eye. He switched back over the last channel which happened to be ABC who were happening to be covering another hero story.
These never failed to interest him. He always loved seeing which hero stopped crime and how he did it. The female reporter was standing near a grassy patch with a particularly cloudy background.
"Last night right here in Glasgow: two women were about to be raped by three men. But what happened next, they never saw coming. A unknown person knocked out one of the people with a branch and then shot a blue ball at the other two men, knocking them out almost instantly. The hero apparently called himself "Guardian" according to the two women..."
"Awesome... Wait what?" he got curious on the name. He re-winded the TV and replayed the part where she said the hero was called "Guardian".
"Guardian". Hasn't he heard that name before?
Back in the Training Room
He opened the doors to resume his training and began to walk over to the weights and after about fifteen minutes of pushing weights. He still had that thing on his mind. He swore he heard the name before. He got up from his starting position and looked around the room to see who was there. All Titans were here.
He wanted to know who he was. He began to walk over to Robin to see if he knew anything about this, because if anyone knew anything about a hero. Robin knew the most.
"Hey, Robin?"
"Yeah, Beast Boy." he said as he kept on hitting his practice dummy.
"I don't know if you'd be interested but... I was watching TV on my break..."
"Like always."
"Yeah. But I looked at the News channel and saw another hero story in the UK somewhere, I think she said Glasgow, and it said that a hero named "Guardian" saved two women from being raped."
"And?"
"Haven't we heard that name before?"
Robin stopped hitting the dummy and looked at his friend, "Yeah, that name... Wasn't that Mal's old name."
"Mal? Wait. You talkin' about Herald?"
"Yeah, I'm sure that's whose name that is. But why go back to Guardian?"
Robin took his communicator out and started to press some numbers on his communicator, and he the line was ringing and after a few seconds a face popped up.
Mal Duncan, Herald
"Hey, Richard. How you doing?" said the blue hooded hero in his own dimension.
"Fine over here." smiled Robin through the transmission.
"Listen I need to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Were you in the UK last night?"
"The UK?!" he laughed. "No. Hah-hah-hah! Why would I be in the UK?"
Robin was a bit weirded out by his friend's laugh, "Erm... Well according to Beast Boy: A hero named "Guardian" saved two women from being raped in Glasgow last night. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?"
Mal calmed down, and put on a more serious face, "Wait did you say "Guardian"?"
"Yes. That is what I said. So do you know anything at all?" questioned the eye-masked hero through the communicator.
"No. No" Mal said a bit shocked at this news, "I haven't been Guardian for years. And I don't really plan on turning back into him."
"So this isn't your doing?"
"No. Maybe it was that guy with the shield. You know... whathisface... Jim Harper?"
He saw the face of Beast Boy behind Robin and he was a little annoyed, "No! It couldn't have been him. Because he apparently shot a blue ball at his opponent!"
Robin turned round and stared Beast Boy down, "Gar. Do you even know who Jim Harper is?"
Beast Boy began to think and his face was drawing a blank, "I... err... he's... no."
"Thought so." He turned back round to face his friend through the communicator, "Anyway. So you have no idea on who this guy is?"
"Sorry Robin. If he hadn't shot a "blue ball" then it would have been Jim. Though I would question why he was in Europe... sorry I'm rambling. Sorry, no I don't know who this guy is."
"Well thanks anyway. I hope to see you around sometime."
"You too. Herald out." he closed off the transmission and put the communicator back in his pocket.
He began to think about the conversation he had and thought on it for a moment. He then brought up his horn and blew in it.
The mystical sound of his horn opened a portal and he saw a city at night through it. He began to walk towards it and walked straight through the portal and back to reality.
Glasgow, At home
Dennis was watching The Shawshank Redemption (his favourite drama) and was near the end. He reached for his cup and noticed it was empty. He really did like Irn-Bru. He got of the couch and began to walk to the door when he heard a sound of instrument.
He knew that was the sound of a brass instrument.
He looked around the front room and could see anything. He didn't get it. No-one in the house played a brass instrument.
He then realised that the sound was a little faint for it to be inside. He began to walk to the window looking out into the dark night outside, with flats in the distant.
He then tilted his head a little and looked up into the night sky and saw a hole growing smaller and smaller until it was no-more. He had seen something fall out of it and when looked back over to the other side of the street he saw a figure.
He couldn't make it out who it was but it definitely was a hero. No-one falls from the sky after opening a portal and a mystical trumpet sounds.
"Wait... Portal. Trumpet?... I've heard of this guy... it's... come on, come on... Herald! That's who it is." Dennis finally came to the conclusion that it was that blue hooded, horn-blowing hero.
His family might be interested that there is a metahuman, or a superhero, (because they didn't know what metahuman meant), is right across the road. But only Daniel was in the house at the moment.
He was in the next room playing FIFA (God, he hated that game). Stephen was at his friends house for a sleepover. His parents, Joseph and Orla were all at there neighbours up the road. So Daniel was the only one here.
He might be interested.
Daniel was on his season on FIFA as Celtic (as always). He was 2-1 up against AC Milan in the Champions League. It was an important game to him. He needed full concentration.
What he didn't need was Dennis popping in with something to tell him. "Hey Daniel! Pause the game!"
"Can't right now... it's online." he lied to make his brother go away.
"No it ain't." he spotted after just glancing at screen. "If it were then you would rather be playing Ultimate Team and not to mention, your "opponent," he motioned with his fingers in a sarcastic way, "His user-name doesn't appear whenever he has the ball."
Why couldn't he just go away? "Fine." He paused the game and turned round to face his brother, "What is it?"
"Remember how much news coverage my rescue thing got?"
"Yes. No need to rub it in." he looked pissed as his brother was pretty much giving him information he already knew, "What about it? I already know about it..."
He was cut-off, "Well it has even attracted the attention of superheroes."
His eyes lit up, he wasn't exactly interested in superheroes, but they were kind of like celebrities. So he was sort of interested. "Who's attention has it attracted?"
"Well he is over across the street right now." Dennis said as his brother almost instantly got out up his chair and ran into the next room. Dennis took his time getting through next door and he saw his brother peer outside to see who it was.
"I can see someone, but who is it?"
"His name is "Herald"."
Daniel looked up disappointed, "Herald? Never heard of him."
"He is a member of the Teen Titans."
"What does he do?"
"I don't know too much about him, except his horn which he carries opens portals and shit."
"How do you know this stuff?"
"What?" he smiled at his brother. "You like listening about celebrities. I like to listen about what heroes do and how they save this Earth."
"And it looks like you are the latest addition. But that doesn't explain why he is over there."
Dennis liked the fact that his brother considered him "the latest addition" to the list of heroes. He liked that. "Yeah." he mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Oh. Nothing..." he was looking for a change of topic. "Aren't you going to finish your shot on the Xbox?"
"Oh yeah." His brother ran back through and it left Dennis in the room alone again. He smiled as he looked outside and saw the hero disappear into the branches of the trees whilst the remaining press took pictures. He found that quite nice what his brother said. "the latest addition". He liked that. It made him feel that he had a purpose.
He walked under the crime-scene wire tape that was lifted up by two policemen and could see much due to some really over-grown branches. He ducked as he moved over to see what had happened.
He really shouldn't be here. He didn't even know if he was allowed here. But people knew that if the Titans were involved: it was important and that you should let them get on with their work.
"Who's in charge here?" he looked around waiting for an answer.
A fairly large police officer came pretty fast towards him, clearly not in the mood for what he was doing, "I am. Now what do you want." he snapped.
He tried to act calm towards the officer, "I need to know what happened here..."
"What's it to ya?" he pointed his finger right under the hooded hero's nose. "We don't need your interference. And we don't want you near here to begin with."
"Look, you clearly don't understand what I am..." he tried to reason with the officer.
He was rudely interrupted by the officer, "I do understand. You are a stupid little kid who is wasting my time. Cuff him." he turned over to the one of the officers on duty.
At that moment all the officers and forensic investigators on duty turned round to see what was going on. "Sorry." said the officer who the acting-in-command spoke to.
"You heard me. Arrest him."
"What have I done wrong?" said the blue hooded hero bewildered at the fact that he was about to be arrested for no apparent reason.
The large policeman turned round slowly and glared at the person who would dare answer back to him, "Wasting police time." he looked around and saw that no-one was reacting to his command. "Fine then. If none of you are going to do anything I guess I'll just do it myself." he moved and swung his fist at the hooded hero.
Herald saw this fist come in really slow from what he usually dealt with, and he dodged to the right and began to turn his bodyweight round and he brought his foot up real fast.
The large officer didn't even have enough time to react.
A vicious roundhouse kick caught him completely off-guard and he flew back and landed on the ground with a thump. He was out-cold the second that foot connect with the side of his head.
Herald regained balanced and looked round seeing everyone getting straight back to work. Pretending that what they saw, never happened. The large man was being lifted off the ground by two other officers and they carried him off onto the pavement.
"Sorry about that. He has a history of violence. He has been reported on soooo many occasions for police brutality." said the officer who the acting-in-command had spoke to, as he walked up to the hero.
The fact that acting-in-command had been reported for police brutality before intrigued him, "Make sure you do an investigation into that guy." he grinned.
"Definitely. So... what are you here for?" the officer asked.
"The Titans have sparked an interest in this particular case. We would like to get some information on what happened here." Herald spoke as he walked-and-talked with the officer.
"Certainly. We'd be glad to help." the officer said enthusiastically.
He was curious on why he was being so friendly, "Why are you helping me and he wasn't." he pointed at the large man lying on the street.
"Oh we don't get superheroes in Britain a lot. This has to be the first time you lot have popped in Glasgow. It would be out honour to help you... Except him, he's just a dick." he moved his head in the direction of the out-cold man.
"Heh-heh... anyway I was wondering. What have you already found?"
"Well..." the officer said with uncertainty, "We don't have much to go on. Whoever he was. He didn't leave a lot of information behind." he took him over to a table with a branch snapped in half on it.
"The only thing we have found this branch near one of the attackers. It snapped in half the second it hit his head. The only problem is... is that there isn't any DNA prints on it."
"So he didn't pick it up?" he became more and more curious on to what happened.
"It doesn't look like it. But the problem is that the branch was snapped in half when it hit the attacker's forehead. Meaning there isn't much chance of him picking it up and smacking him with it."
"Hmm..." he was interested to say the least, "Then how did it come into contact with him."
"We are still looking into that. The two victims of the attempted assault have only given brief statements and they are still in a state of shock. So we have the forensics department look into that."
He looked at the rest of the table and saw that this was the only piece of equipment on it, "This is all that you could find?"
The officer looked disappointed, "Yeah... the women did use a phone to contact us, but she chucked it on to the motorway just there," he pointed to the empty road, for the moment, "and it smashed and it is basically impossible to try and retrieve sort of info from it now."
"Why..."
"I don't know. She hasn't told anyone why." he held up his hands in response to why the woman chucked the phone and it falling apart.
"Well... thanks for everything. I'll tell the team what they want to know."
The officer smiled, "Any-time kid. Any-time."
Herald blew into his horn and the through the growing blue portal he saw a bright day a city in the background. More importantly, a building shaped like a "T". He walked into the portal and it began to close up.
The officer turned round slowly with his smile disappearing and went back to work.
Titans Tower
"So that's all?"
"I'm afraid so. The guy left nothing behind."
"On purpose?"
"I doubt it. I don't think we've ever heard of this guy before... have we?"
"I've never heard of him, so most likely no."
Robin walked with Herald into the lobby area as the rest of the Titans were in the room relaxing. "So. Whatd'ya find out?" said Beast Boy as he was focusing on his game on Call of Duty.
"Not a lot. He was there and left straight after. Like Batman." Herald smiled as looked at Robin, who only just walked towards the sofa.
Robin basically ignored what he said and went on, "There was only one piece of evidence they found when he was there."
"That's all?!" Beast Boy said, half stunned, the other half looking and trying not to be distracted from his game.
Raven, Starfire and Cyborg looked up from what they were doing and were confused on the conversation that was taking place, "Eh? What are you three talking about?" spoke Raven looking up from her book of old mythologies.
"There was an incident in Glasgow last night: a man saved two women from a rape attack. The man knocked one out with a branch but we don't know how, and according to the women, he apparently shot a blue ball out of his hand." Robin conferred to his team-mates.
"A blue ball?" said Cyborg, still confused.
"Yeah. What is even more weird is that he calls himself "Guardian"."
"That is the name I used to have and it is the one Jim Harper has right now." Herald spoke up.
Raven wore a shocked expression, but hid it and pretended to be reading her book again, "So, what's the big deal?" she said, trying not to seem out-of-place.
"The "big deal" is that the guy is using a name which someone else has and, if it is true, has a power that seems dangerous." Robin lectured to the violet eyed, half-demoness.
"Sorry that I couldn't be of any more help." Herald apologised looking a bit worried, as he was expecting a shouting from Robin.
But to his surprise, Robin turned round and smiled, "It's OK. You didn't need to go into all that trouble any way."
"Thanks man. Sorry but I have to go, I have to keep Limbo in check regularly now that it is acting all strange."
"I should be the one thanking you. You went into all that trouble."
Herald turned round and aimed his horn at the door and he blew into it and the familiar sound sound of the mysterious tune opening up a portal to a black and white dimension with red marks and rocks floating around in it. Herald turned and waved, which was returned by the team and he went into his own world with the portal slowly closing up behind him.
The second the portal closed, Raven instantly closed her book, got up and went to the door, they didn't need to know where she was going. It was obvious. Besides, she her room was the only place where she could meditate in silence.
She looked back at Robin as the door opened and saw that he was concerned about the situation, "What's wrong Dick?"
"I don't get how he didn't leave any evidence behind and this is the first time we've heard of him." Robin clearly looked annoyed. He made mistakes like this before, that made people nearly find out who he was, but this guy left no clues behind on his first try.
"I'd leave it alone Dick. You look like you are obsessing over a target again. Besides, we'll probably never hear from him again." Cyborg reassured him. To which Robin seemed to calm down.
Though, Raven was still concerned over the situation at hand. She exited the lobby and went in search for some answers, she was sure she had heard something like this before. She brought up her soul-self to get to where she needed to go.
Raven appeared in her dark room. Rather than going up the elevator, she wanted to get their faster and chose the quickest way possible.
She used her telepathic powers to place her book on her bed, and brought up even more books to see if she could find what she was looking for.
"I've seen it before, come on." she moaned to herself. Usually she wouldn't be concerned about this, but she had heard about this stuff before and it had interested her in the past. In fact, she was sure she had been able to do it herself.
The dark blue haired sorceress used her powers to drop the books she had in front of her down on to the floor, and brought up five more in their place. She had read it somewhere.
She flicked through the first one quickly with her powers, and closed it shut in less than ten seconds, it wasn't there.
She did the same with the second and third, she flicked through the fourth and closed it, "Wait!" there was something in that book.
Opening it up again, she scanned through the pages again, she couldn't find it.
But she was certain that it was there.
Raven looked through it again from the start and looked at every word on every page, "It's gotta be in here somewhere." Raven mumbled, beginning to grow impatient. Flicking through page after page, what she saw couldn't be found.
She reached the tenth page and then halfway down the page she saw it. It was a word, or words, "Found it." the half-demoness told herself.
She began reading what the book had to say, "For one to meditate, they must come to terms and be at peace with their Qi/Chi/Ki/Aura which is their "life energy"or "energy flow"..."
"That's what it is?" she said now having second thoughts. She read on with the book, " With enough meditation, people can use their energy to do certain actions that a normal person cannot do."
Something was messing with her at the back of her mind. Could this have been it? "Yes, I think it is, but... I did find it in a meditation book of all things. It could have easily have just been a projectile he shot of his hand, or the girls could have made it up, or... why I am stressed over this in the first place?" she growled becoming agitated over this. This was bugging her more than it should.
But she didn't know why. She wasn't like this. If people were saved by heroes and it went on TV and the internet, she never did really bother with it. And like most things with society, she never found what all the fuss was about. It's just a guy or girl doing his or hers job. So why bother about this case? It was getting on her nerves.
She used her telekinetic abilties to place the books back and she went to her bed to retrieve her book on ancient myths. "Victor's right. I shouldn't worry." she huffed as she walked slowly to her door as it opened and after her footsteps drained into the corridor, it closed behind her.
Dennis had brought down the treadmill from Stephen's room for a little exericse. It was pretty old compared to the top-of-the-range items today, but it was still decent. It didn't really have that big of a problem.
He had been running for twenty minutes now on the highest intensity that it would go. It was killing him.
"Come on... can't give up now!" he strained as his legs were aching from all the running.
He was growing tired and was beginning to feel weak. Sort of how he used to act if he ran a fiteen hundred metre lap at games. He wanted to die every time he did them, but now he could get by them pretty easily.
He was growing more tired by the minute.
He felt like he was going to pass out, "No, not now." he moaned, getting slower and slower by the step.
He needed to push his body further. He wanted to. He needed to.
The black haired runner brought both his hands up and stopped them moving, he concentrated and the blue flames began to engulf both of his hands.
He concentrated further and left his body. He had now learned to leave his body whilst it being able to do certain things like: running, jumping, eating, and even whilst he was training.
He hovered over his body and went lower to his legs. He wanted to push his body's limits.
He concentrated further and there was a surge of aura coming towards his legs. It came slowly and in a small proportian, but with much concentration, there was a wave. A wave of light blue energy came into his body through his legs and he saw that the light blue form moving (which was himself) began to increasingly become faster and faster.
He reentered into his body and began running again. Dennis felt less tired and much more energized.
He was going faster and faster and it didn't seem to stop. He wanted to reach his peak again so he could push it further.
He began running more intensily and he felt there was something wrong. In fact, his legs felt like they were barely touching the ground.
He looked down and saw that his legs were going back and forth at inmeasurable speeds, but what was worse was that the belt of the treadmill couldn't take it anymore and began to break off the machine.
The belt kept on coming back up and scraping off the sort of bumper at the start, and after that consistently happpening, it was digging into the the belt itself and after doing it so many times, it cut right through it.
The rest of the belt got caught in the machine itself and clogged the rest of the parts and caused the treadmill to make a familiar sound to Dennis, like if he were to push his Xbox with a game inside.
Luckily for Dennis, the instant he heard the snap, he jumped off the machine and watched as the treadmill broke in front of him and think about what could of happened. His legs would have been reduced to stumps with blood draining from it, whilst the rest of (what could have been) his legs clogging up the machinery.
"Shit!" he whispered violently to himself as he ran instantly with his new found speed over the plug and pulled it from the socket.
He walked over to the mess he caused to the treadmill in the centre of the basement. This was bad, "Stephen's gonna kill me!". He hated having to deal with his brother getting pissed off, it was like seeing what a diva's temper would be like in a guy. He will explode this time.
"However," he looked down at his feet and grinned a little bit. He would need this, it would be a valuable asset to him, when he officially starts to save others.
"What the fuck is going on down here?" his brother said rushing down the stairs, he could barely see the wrecked treadmill in the dark basement, but saw enough to make his eyes nearly pop out, "How did you do that?"
"I kind of..." he thought of how on to break the news, "Ran too fast?" he nervously laughed a little.
"Huh? Well, whatever that means, be prepared open your wallet, you are paying Stephen for a new one of those." he pointed to the machine as he inspected the damage.
"No shit."
Daniel turned round in an instant, "What was that you said?"
"No shit?" Dennis smiled, though confused.
"No before that. And no bullshit answers." he ordered.
He was now even more confused and began to scratch his head"Was it: Ran too fast-"
"Yeah that."he interrupted. Daniel was about as confused as his younger brother, "What exactly do you mean by that?"
Dennis looked for an explanation, "Well... Its'... I... you know... em..." but couldn't come up with one. He thought of an idea though. It may not work though, but it is better than trying to explain it, "...How about I show you?" he said nervously.
"O...K?" Daniel said even more nervous on what was about to happen.
Dennis started running around the fairly small basement pretty slowly at first, but began to grew more speed. "Is this going somewhere?" his brother huffed.
"Just watch." he said as he now pushed his legs to go faster and faster. He was now running as fast as an Olympic runner.
"Alright, I believe you. You are fast OK? No need to rub it in." he clapped sarcastically, his brother was getting stronger. It interested him how he was becoming stronger, and there was something at the back of his mind that pissed him off whenever his brother became stronger.
Dennis looked back and saw that Daniel was getting up and it looked like he was about to leave, "No. Hold on for just a sec." he shouted to make him stay. He began pushing himself even further and he immediately felt the difference.
His legs were going back-and-forth fast before, but now they seemed like there were multiple copies of his legs. He began circling the room so fast that began to see the colour of his clothes been left behind and it seemed like he generated many versions of himself.
Daniel's jaw was wide open, awestruck at the speed that his brother was going. He felt dizzy looking around trying to see the real Dennis and felt like he was being lifted off the ground. He looked down and that feeling he had. Wasn't a feeling. He was literally being lifted off the ground. "OK. Dennis I believe you now please stop!" he screamed to get himself to the ground.
Dennis came to a halt and heard a landing sound and a shout of pain as he instantly sprinted over to the middle of the room where his brother was, "You alright?"
"No. It feels like something just shot up my leg!" he moaned twisting and turning.
"Here." he extended a hand to his brother who took it whilst trying to hang on to his leg with other hand. He put his older brother's arm over his shoulder and felt the extra weight of his brother keeping him down. "I'll take you up the road. Andrew's a doctor, he'll help. Though, you'll need to say something like "I fell down the stairs" or something."
"Anything OK. Argh, it really hurts!" he cried in pain.
Dennis climbed the stairs with his brother weighing him down, trying not to hurt his brother further. He began to walk through the kitchen into the hallway and then opening the doors and closing them behind him.
He then started to walk up to his neighbour's house where his mum and dad where invited. The same neighbour who was a doctor.
He knocked on the door and looked at Daniel who looked back at him with a pained look, "They are never gonna trust us alone in the house any more." he cracked a little smile still hinting with pain as their neighbour, Andrew opened the door and inspected their arrival. Dennis spoke for them"Hi Andrew. Can we come in, Daniel's been hurt."
Andrew nodded and put Daniel's other arm round him and began to carry him inside and closed the door behind them, "Bridget, Gerry. Daniel's injured." Andrew called out. The door to the kitchen opened and his mum began walking fast out to them with his dad out behind her.
"Are you alright Daniel? What happened?" his mother asked very concerned for her son's health.
"I can explain." Dennis spoke up. He would have to lie for neighbours and the other fact was that Daniel couldn't because he was hurt. Then he would have to explain to his parents later what really happened, and possibly take Daniel to the hospital. The rest of the night was going to suck.
The Next Day
"You are paying for a new treadmill!" Stephen shouted at his brother.
"Yes I know. How many times do I have to say sorry?" Dennis tried to calm him down. Dennis may care for his brother, but God did he hate Stephen's temper and how angry he can get.
"Sorry doesn't get me a new treadmill!" he shouted yet again. "Now give me the money!" he ordered.
"Hang on. Are you seriously threatening me Stephen? Cause that is a very bad move." Dennis wasn't going to have Stephen shouting at him all night. With his: physical strength and reflexes above average, the fact that he knew over twenty martial arts, aura which could cause an earthquake under a city, and now unbelievable speed under his belt, only a suicidal person would challenge him to a fight.
"I could still beat the shit out of you Dennis!" Stephen swung a fist at his brother. He didn't size Dennis up and he was under complete rage. No-one would ever start becoming strategic whenever they are angry in a fight. It is hit first, then see what you could have done better.
Dennis dodge the punch with complete ease and Stephen kept throwing slow and predictable punches at his brother, which were also easily avoided. Dennis didn't want to hurt his brother, but at the same time he needed to make sure he wouldn't just get angry and hit out like a madman.
Dennis brought up his aura in his hands and brought up the shield that he had little experience on how to control, it took a lot out of him but it meant it would hold Stephen back. Stephen kept on pounding against the aura and no matter how he bet it, the only thing that would take damage, were his fist from the constant pounding.
He then fell to his knees panting and wheezing. Dennis let go over the shield from his hands and walked over to his brother, "So will you let the stupid act go?" Stephen's rage returned as he threw a punch which most people would see coming, but Dennis just jumped back and thought of an idea to make sure Stephen would give up. " Hey, let's play a game. If you catch me Stephen, I'll let you hit me till your heart's content." he grinned.
Stephen stood up and ran towards his brother who in a flash was gone from his sight. He rubbed his eyes to make sure. He wasn't there, he vanished into thin air, "Having trouble are we?" a sly voice behind him made him jump and scream.
He turned round still frightened by the surprise to see his brother standing, laughing and pointing at him, "You should have seen your face."
Stephen ran at him again and found his brother wasn't in front of him any more, he turned round and saw he was now at the other side of the room. He went from one place to another in less than half a second.
Stephen kept on charging at his brother time after time again, but at every attempt he made, Dennis would appear at the other side of the room nearly instantly.
After a few minutes of trying, Dennis found that Stephen attempt were no longer funny, he folded his arms and came up with an endgame seeing that his brother was out-of-breath,"I tell you what. I won't run over to the other side of the room now. I'll just move from side-to-side and see if you can hit me." Stephen's red face showed signs of tiredness, and determination. He didn't want to conceive defeat, but he knew he couldn't keep on trying.
He looked up at Dennis and saw that there were about four faint Dennis' moving from left to right and creating a sort of droning noise. He stood back up and ran at him a final time. He brought up his fist and felt the contact of the Celtic top he was wearing, he finally got a hit on him.
But that thought went out of his head quickly when the next thing he felt was a vibration moving through his arm and it kept on moving to the left. His body still moving, the rest of him felt the vibration, no contact to human skin was made. Stephen then stopped feeling the vibration and crashed down into the ground. All this in less than a second. Quickly, he held his hand that broke his fall. He was holding it because it hurt, but more importantly, it also never had hurt Dennis.
He looked over to his brother, who was patting his chest, wondering what just happened. He felt Stephen's fist hit him, and then. Well, he felt that Stephen went through him.
Dennis turned round and looked at his brother, on the floor, who held up a hand, "No more... I'm out.. of breath... Whew." he gasped.
"What just happened?" Dennis still patting himself.
"Don't look at me... you're the one... with all... these superpowers."
The black haired older brother looked down at his younger dark browned haired sibling and he felt that Stephen was thinking the same thing he was, "So it's settled. You went through me."
"That's exactly-"
"I know."
"How did y-"
"I sensed you were thinking the same thing. I pretty much read your mind." he grinned, then his face turned into disgust, "Now get those perverted thoughts out of your mind and get back on topic." he glared at him.
Stephen had been thinking of women, like he would every other minute that he was bored. Like nearly every teenage boy. Dennis' mind reading had pretty much shown him what he really thought of, and it might make Dennis think differently on his brother.
Stephen got back on his feet, recovering from his loss of breath, "OK. But you broke my stuff. You have got to pay me the money to buy a new one."
"Alright I will. But I skint at the moment" he pulled out his pockets in motion. Stephen nodded.
"But I do need the money and fast."
"I need money as well. I will need it for a bunch of reason like: buying all the equipment, fixing up the basement, getting all the necessary precautions for a disaster-"
"OK. OK. I get it, you need the money for your superhero thingy." he said knowingly. He was a bit confused on one aspect, "What do you mean by: "fixing up the basement"?"
"Well. I am planning to use this as my base for my hero thing."
"Why her-"
"Were else?"
"Touché... but what will you need for the base?"
Dennis had thought about it. He would need a lot of stuff, "I will need a: training room for... well training, a sleeping area should a disaster happen, an armoury-"
"An armoury!?" Stephen gasped.
"Hey, I'm not going to go into a war-zone, or a dangerous scenario unarmed, am I?" Stephen opened his mouth for rebuttal, but couldn't find any points on disagreement, so he closed it, "Exactly. I'll try not to kill anyone. But I am going to have to defend myself and others in really dangerous situations, so I will need weapons. Lots of them."
"Is that all?"
"Hell no. I am going to make the basement go a hell of a lot deeper and bigger than this. So I am planning to dig my way into making the base." he motioned his outwards like the Crucifixion.
"How deep?
"I don't know how deep I'll make it. But it will be a good few metres deeper than this. And, as crazy as this sounds, I plan to make this base go all the way under the city of Glasgow."
Stephen started laughing hysterically, Dennis did see the funny side of that, even if he was serious. "Come on. HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH! You have to be joking-HAH-HA-"
"Nope." Stephen looked up at his brother and saw that he was dead serious by the look of his eyes and posture, "It is very far-fetched. But if I left the house every time in my hero disguise to do whatever, people will know I live here and come hurt not just me, but you lot too. And I don't want that to happen." Dennis was scared on that happening to them, "Were as, if I spread several exits around the base, which open up to the most remote locations just outside the city. Then no-one will see me come out."
Stephen nodded, "Where are you going to get that money?"
Dennis looked down. The world was in a financial crisis right now. His parents weren't that rich, he went to a private school, but that took out around £20,000 out of his parents back account (and that is only half off, because his mum is a teacher at the school). "That's the thing. There are no game-shows that would ever offer the amount of money that I need. I will never steal. I am not going to ask a billionaire, "Hey I am a teenager with powers that needs a base that will help him save everyone, can you lend me half of your bank account to help me?"."
"Fair point. But we both need the money."
An idea instantly popped up into his head, "Wait. What about a government loan? Britain is a first world country."
"Yea, but you aren't seriously thinking about going to ask the PM for that type of cash?" Stephen laughed the idea off.
Dennis grinned, "Well I never thought about that before hand. But you've given me an idea. In fact, I think I might do that."
Stephen's jaw dropped, "Are. You. SERIOUS!" he shouted in shock, "That is insane!"
"I know. But do you have a different idea of getting that money?"
"No, but do you seriously think that you are going to walk down to London-"
"Thanks for another idea. I now have super-speed. I don't know how fast I can run but I bet I can get there faster than a car." he smiled, knowing that Stephen would burst any second now.
Stephen just stared at his brother with his mouth open and just in total shock, whilst his brother continued, "Look it's the weekend so mum and dad are home. I'm going to talk to them about it." he moved up to the stairs and started climbing, and called back down, "You can come and join our conversation if you want or you can stay with your mouth open like you are trying to catch spiders."
Stephen closed his mouth and saw his older brother go up the stairs to talk to their parents. He followed and thought about what just happened. His brother had gone mad. Stephen needed to lie down from all the shit that happened between each other.
"Dennis, this is madness." Gerry held his head in his hand after hearing what Dennis just told him.
"Madness?" Dennis knew they were right and knew he was crazy to begin with, "I guess it is, but it is the only plan I can come-"
"Dennis!" Gerry shouted at his son, he closed his mouth and eyes and calmed down, "Dennis, this is stupid to say the least. You can't just go to the Prime Minister and ask for a billion pounds."
"That's what I tried to tell him, but he won't listen." Stephen moaned as he was lying on the one of the couches in the front room, trying to get back to reality.
Dennis glared at his brother, but didn't want to get in another fight with him, so he turned back towards his dad, "I know it is crazy. Trust me I am crazy to even come up with that idea-"
Bridget didn't like it when Dennis bad-mouthed himself, "Dennis, you aren't crazy, stop calling yourself that, besides we don't want you to do this."
"First-of-all, this "aura" and speed which I have doesn't have much purposes. The only way I think it can be useful is through helping others. Second-of-all," Dennis smiled once again, "I am crazy. Not in the frightening or delightful tense, but in more of the intelligent and artistic tense."
Bridget and Gerry looked at each other confused at what Dennis was talking about himself, "We'll talk about the way you think you are crazy another day. That's not important." Gerry looked up at Dennis, "What is important is what you are planning on doing."
Dennis sighed, he had to choose these words perfectly. One mispronounced or wrong word would make them never agree on what he planned on doing. He went slowly and carefully, "The thing is... People suffer in this world every day. And-and... we just let it happen. Even the heroes which this world relies on... can't save these people because they are... preoccupied with something else." Dennis looked back at his parents and saw that his dad still didn't agree, his mum looked a bit more interested on what he was saying.
"Look... I want no person to suffer in this world. No person should be left to die... Isn't that what the Bible says. Doesn't have a certain passage on giving your life for others... I know it, but I don't know the exact words right now."
"OK. We know why you want to help, and it is really lovely to hear you wanting to help people. But why this way?" Bridget stressed.
"My powers..." Dennis looked down at himself, "They have very few uses. This is the most effective way they will work. I know you don't want me going in and putting my own life in danger. But... I have always believed that... I would happily give my life for saving someone else who deserves to live." Dennis looked back up and saw his mum coming towards him.
She pulled him into a hug and had tears coming down her face. Dennis read her mind, she was proud of him. But she didn't want him to get hurt.
He read his dad's mind and he was still unsure. He wanted his son to help people but, he could easily get hurt or even killed this way. He wanted to protect him from that kind of harm.
"Hey, just give me three months to get this right. If you are still worried about me then, I'll stop whatever I am doing." Dennis tried to ease his parents worries. He read their minds, and to his surprise, they decided to take it on-board.
"Alright Dennis." Gerry said getting up, "We have a deal."
"Thanks." Dennis said still in his mother's arms. "Mum?"
"Yes?"
"Please get off me." he said gently.
"OK." she sniffed, not wanting to let her precious baby go.
Dennis had to be strong whilst doing this, "I promise I'll try to come back to you in one piece every time."
"OK. This is gay." Stephen laughed at the scene.
"Get out. You are fine. Now, do something else with your time." Dennis pointed to the door and made sure Stephen was gone, and briefly went in his aura form to make sure he was away.
He turned back to his parents, "Look. I am going to go ahead with my idea today. I am heading down to London today because it is the weekend and I have exams all this week."
"But, you have-"
"I know you are worried, but I will be fine. I live in Glasgow, what is a Londoner going to do to me?" he joked at his city's reputation.
Dennis went out of the front room to let the tension of what his parents just had to deal with die down. He went up to his room and walked over to his wardrobe and on the top shelf he found all his material goods ranging from gifts to his wallet, which was the exact thing he needed in this moment in time.
He was pretty much out of money, but his wallet contained the last bit of cash he had. It contained only just above a thousand pounds and his dad made it very clear that it was to be used in emergencies only. That was why he couldn't pay Stephen.
He put on a hooded jumper and he replaced the uncomfortable jeans he was wearing, for his favourite, the same Sergio Tacchini jogging trousers he wore on the day of when he protected the two women. He also had a vest, a Celtic top, and a long sleeved top on underneath.
He was ready to go forward with his idea, as crazy as it is.
Dennis walked back downstairs and went into the shoe box in the cupboard under the stairs and got out his Nike trainers. He put them on and noticed two figures were leaning over him after he finished putting them on. He looked up to see relatively sad parents.
"You really want to do this, don't you?" his dad asked for the final time, hoping he would reconsider.
"I do. Besides I'm not doing it for personal gain. I'm doing it for-"
"We know why. We really just don't want you to do it."
"I know. I can know read your minds." he stood up and smiled, "I wonder what else is up my sleeve?" he said in a jokingly sarcastic tone.
He was pulled in to a hug by both his parents. Dennis knew how much they loved him and how much they cared for his well-being. But, to be honest. Dennis didn't care so much for his own.
Dennis pulled away from them and headed for the door outback instead of the front door.
"Won't you reconsider?" his mum called for him tearfully.
"No. My mind is set. And you know that when my mind is set, it can never be changed." Dennis called back.
"What are you going to do when you arrive in London?"
"Find the closest Premier Inn to Downing Street."
"What about-"
"Mum. Please stop worrying about me. I am an overpowered teenager. Nothing is going to happen to me." he called back the final time as he opened the door. "I love you all so much." he blew a kiss towards them and closed the door behind him.
Dennis went to the middle of the tiny garden and onto the small patch of grass. He wanted to try this out.
He created one of the aura platforms with his right hand, and got on it. He looked up into the sky and motioned his hand upwards. He made the platform move upwards up into the air further-and-further, carrying him with it. He did have a slight irritation with heights if he wasn't in a plane or something, so he didn't look down.
He went further-and-further up until he was touching the clouds of the miserable day. Not many people would look up to Scotland's crap weather like it is an Italian summer.
He slowly looked back down to the tiny objects on the ground and it brought a tear to his eye that he could cause his parents to break down that bad, especially his dad, but he needed to.
Dennis then looked to south half of the city and brought back his legs and steadied to run. "Here goes nothing."
Dennis sprinted forward leaving a boom behind him.
Dennis had only been running for a full minute and was already at Manchester as he glimpsed down over a city seeing the opening to a football pitch surrounded by a red seats and the outside of a stadium. It was Old Trafford, home of Manchester United. Dennis didn't like them. His English team was the opposite, Liverpool. But, he didn't really like the country of England to begin with due to politics, (everything else he liked) now he was asking the government to help him. It was just stupid.
That was in his mind for the next few seconds, as he remembered that he shouldn't go too fast in case he pasts London.
So he gradually began to decrease in height, pretty far away from the motorway and just outside of a forest area.
He landed and let go of of the aura platform, as he quickly ran over to the side of the motorway and tried to find a sign telling him how far away he is. To his luck he found one when he got there.
London was fifty miles away in the direction he was heading. His speed was too fast, thought Dennis. He had ran that far and hadn't even broken a sweat. In fact he only slowed down to take a glimpse at Manchester to see where he was, then just sprinted straight after. How fast could he go?
That was on Dennis' mind as he ran back just outside of the forest area and raised the aura platform again and started ascending again. How fast could he go?
Well he couldn't find out today as he ran at a pace to make sure he could see what was below him and what was coming up in front of him. This was like an plane ride, but shorter and then wind was rushing against your face.
He didn't have long to go now, he was on the right track. He wasn't going to turn back now, London wasn't too far away. "Almost there. Keep it up." he motivated himself, for what could be a start of a new life, or a disaster which could put him jail.
A few hours later, 10 Downing Street
It had been a lengthy day after a meeting with his Cabinet over problems with NHS. He had know had to revise everything that had just been said in the meeting and take the best course of action, even if it meant getting blasted by the public again.
He had returned to his office at the ever-so famous No. 10 Downing Street, followed by his security detail.
He had gone into the study room of No.10 and started to plan in his head out what he would do with this current health care problems, and had asked his security detail to make sure no-one disturbs him, and for no-one to barge into the room without his permission.
That included the voice he heard when he closed the door, "Mr. Prime Minister?"
He turned round in surprise, and what surprise him even further was the appearance of a teenager in a hood and jogging trousers, like what a ned would wear, "I'm sorry but, who are you!?" he said in a half-scream, he was certainly scared.
The hooded figure knew his life would end right now if he didn't change the head of Britain's mind right now from what he was thinking at this moment in time, "Mr. Prime Minster, I need to talk with you in a very serious matter. Please do not call your security." he spoke in a calm voice, but really he was more scared than the PM.
"Why should I not?" the PM questioned now regaining himself a bit.
"Because," the teen once again tried to choose his words carefully, "I have an ability... No, many abilities that can be useful for the safety of this planet." he stressed in calming him down.
The Prime Minister was intrigued a little bit, but still didn't believe him, "I don't trust you." he said in his relatively posh English accent, "If you are gifted with these "abilities" that you say you have, then show me."
The hooded figure turned and looked over to the two chairs and a table. He pulled his hand up to the table near the chair he had been sitting on for the past hour or two and once he saw it glow blue, he pulled his hand up which brought the chair up almost instantly. He wanted to show him more, but if he did, he knew he would be jailed for trespassing and probably attempted murder on one of the most powerful people on the planet.
He brought his hand down again, and then faced a shocked Prime Minister, more so than when he first saw him, "That is only a tiny bit of what I can show you. I can't show you more because then everyone of your security will come in, arrest me and call me a terrorist." he exaggerated, but he knew that wouldn't be far off.
The Prime Minister straightened himself, he still didn't trust this teenager fully, but he couldn't deny what he just saw, "Very well then. You have got my attention to listen to what you have to say. Just be quick about it." he was cut-off before he could finish.
"I know, you to sort out the NHS problems." he saw the Prime Minster with a stunned face. "You might want to call up someone to bring up tea. What I have to say will take a very long time." he walked over to one of the chair's and was followed by the PM sitting from the complete opposite from him.
One lengthy explanation later
"So let me get this straight." the PM was interested to what the young man, but was very cautious about him as well, "You ran from Glasgow to hear in less than five minutes?"
"Yes sir."
"That is quite astounding."
"I guess it is." the teen smiled in a happy way from what the PM just said.
"The only thing that I can't understand is, where I come into this?"
He had obviously thought long and hard on this answer waiting for him, "I need your help in helping me, help the world. I said "help" too many times." he laughed a little, but then remembered who he was talking to.
"I first of all need Level 1 Security Clearance, so that nothing can stop me from saving anyone. I also need money from someone to help me, protect this planet. This seems very far-fetched but if you do choose to fund me, I will basically be an overpowered hero representing Britain." the hero smiled in an effort to further impress the PM.
"Hmm. I'll give you the Security Clearance, I mean, Britain needs a hero or two like the US. Britain has heroes right?"
"Yes. It's just no names spring to mind."
"Pity." he looked at the teen who had a cup and saucer in his hand, "More tea?"
"I've already had five cups but if one insists." he grinned. It was true, he was a tea addict. At the moment, the cup and saucer both exploded as Dennis noticed the familiar blue energy in his hands quickly disappear.
The PM quickly stood up and clutched his heart, as he thought the young man was about to kill him. The teen was even more scared than the PM, "Oh shit!... I am so sorry. This keeps on happening at the worst of points. I don't have full control over my powers yet." he shouted quietly as he basically made sure he wasn't going to hurt him.
The PM stared at him for a few moments, which went on forever for the young adult. After a while, the PM began to realise he wasn't going to hurt him and he began to calm down a little bit, "Em... it is OK. I shall get someone to clean this up... So, back on topic... I am interested in your idea, what will this money go to?"
Dennis could not have thanked God enough in his mind at the moment, "The money will go to getting the equipment I need for stopping terrorism and such in this world. I will need money for making a suit so no-one knows who is doing this stuff and starts hunting for his family. It will also go to: help make a training room, so that I am always ready for anything, sleeping quarters in case of a disaster or something, and base that I plan to make under an entire city with the latest high-tech equipment making me always alert for anything and securing-"
"Stop I've heard enough." the teen got a bit nervous as he sipped his tea and hoped for the best.
The PM reached into his pockets and pulled out a cheque book, and started writing into it. Dennis was relieved and flabbergasted that this plan had actually worked. What was weird was that he passed the cheque book towards him, "Place your amount here." the PM said pointed the pen towards him.
The teen almost choked on his burning tea, "Pardon?"
"Put in the amount of money you think it is worth to protect the world. This is what as known as a "Blank Cheque"."
The teen picked up the pen and thought about the money he'd need long and hard, then came up with the amount he'd thought would be the right amount. He passed the cheque book back over, he knew the PM would freak.
"Seven. Billion. Pounds!" the PM almost shouted, so that no-one outside would here.
"I know this seems a lot to take from the British Government, but think about what good we'd be doing." he tried to calm the PM down and get him back on his side.
"A lot? That is a huge sum of money! This is near impossible to replace." the brown (starting to turn grey) haired man held his head in his hands. He'd liked to help, but this?
"I'll be able to cut a deal if you want." the teen desperately tried to calm him down.
The PM thought about that long and hard, "If people find out, they'll kill me." he whispered to himself.
But, he found he could use this to his advantage, "Fine son. You have yourself a deal." the teen smiled faintly, "I will give you the Security Clearance and the money you need," this was just too good, "But," well he had just been shot down, "I want you to make these isles a priority. If Britain and the rest of the world is a danger. You shall help save Britain first, then you are free to help the rest of the world. Also, I can use you to help our armed forces in the Middle East."
"Do we have a deal?" the PM extended his hand.
The teen wanted thought about it for a second. This wasn't exactly what he came for, but this was far better than what he imagined the outcome would be. He expected to be locked up one second in. He didn't really liked Britain, but he would never get another chance at this ever again.
"Mr. Prime Minister, we have a deal." the teen extended his hand and shook the PM's hand firmly.
He was so glad that he had got the money and the Security Clearance so he won't be arrested for what he'd planned to do, though, "Wait. How do I get out of here?"
The PM laughed a little and reassured him, "Oh-hoh. Just follow my lead son." he placed a hand on the teenager's hard shoulder as they both stood up and walked over to the door. "Before we go out. I never did catch your name."
"My name?" he looked at the PM straight in the eyes and grinned, "My name is Dennis Roberts. But, for business between us? Just call me "Guardian"."
The PM opened the door and two of his security detail turned round and were surprised to find the PM with a hand on the young man's shoulder, "Gentlemen don't worry. I've talked with this man, he is not a criminal. A gang were trying to mug him, and he ran and climbed through this window, so they would not follow." he looked at Dennis, then back at his security, "I want you to take him outside and let him run off back to his home with no arrest. If you don't do exactly that, I shall make you unemployed with no chance of getting a job ever again. Do I make myself clear." the two men nodded quickly, showing signs of obedience and also scared shitless, as he let go of Dennis.
"OK then. Gentlemen, you have your orders." he said as he watched Dennis being escorted out by his own protection. He went back into the study room and closed the door. Then cursed Dennis and him realising that he had just cost him so much time with his health problem report that he could had done about half of the work by now.
He started went back to the table and began to start what he was originally going to do.
Dennis was woken up at his Premier Inn room by a hard knock on the door by a man who said he was room service. When he opened the door he was met a relatively large man, who told him to get ready in five minutes. Dennis said he was already awake and ready as he had slept in his only clothes he brought with him and didn't really need the toilet, not to mention he never showered, (he only took baths), and didn't bother to brush his teeth (it would end the world if he didn't).
When they walked downstairs into the reception the man said he had already paid the fee for his room and said he would not be returning, so if he had anything left in there, tough.
Luckily he didn't have any.
They walked out of the Premier Inn and walked along London's road for a while, Dennis was reading the man's mind this entire time. The things he heard were that he was been taken to a bank near Downing Street. A bank on St James' Street. So he knew he wasn't in danger.
After about a five to ten minute walk they arrived at the bank. HSBC Private Bank, London, was the name written outside on the door. He walked inside behind the man as he went to talk to one of the receptionists, "Kingpin sent us." was all he said in his strong, deep voice. And straight away the young receptionist came told us to go into the room on the next floor at the back.
Dennis walked up the stairs behind the man and as he opened the door to the room which had a No Entry sign on it. Inside seven more people were inside and were brought to the attention of the two newcomers. Especially Dennis.
The tough looking man looked down at Dennis, then leaned his head over to the oldest man in the room, "This is the Intelligence Minister." Dennis extended his hand over to a fairly young looking 60 year old man's hand and shook it firmly.
"Good grip. I'm sure with a grip like that, you could have knocked-out a man in a few seconds." The Intelligence Minister smiled a little bit.
"Sir. Can we get on with the talk?" the escort said.
"Sorry, Thomson." he looked back at Dennis, "We already know the your plans, the Prime Minister told me on the phone last night. He told me to get this hard to find money by today. We will give you your Security Clearance another time."
"We will escort you and this money back, to where you said your place of residence was, in Glasgow. We shall arrive at Glasgow airport by armoured helicopter leaving from London Gatwick in a hour, getting there by armoured cars. Once we touch down, we will unload these cases of money into armoured trucks and travel to where you live, you give the directions."
Dennis listened to every word, "If you ever do need assistance from anyone to get information that you need in doing what you do, you shall contact any of these seven agents in this room. Not me or the Prime Minister. They have been cleared and know exactly how you are. We shall also keep check on how you use the money as the cases do keep track of how much money is in there and it has miniature cameras on them."
"Because of the deal you cut with the Prime Minister, we also are allowed to ask of you to help organisations like MI5 and even the Armed Forces with undercover assignments. Of course, you are allowed to reject them."
"Is that it?" Dennis asked.
"Yes. I was going to on further about each one but it seems you have caught on." he smiled once again, this time at Dennis' intelligence.
"Now. You should all get going to the airport, I am late as it is for an important teleconference with the Head of the CIA." as he walked towards the door.
"Oh, by the way." he looked back at Dennis, "We are counting on you. Do not ever let us down." he stressed.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Dennis grinned.
The Intelligence Minister closed the door behind him and then Thomson took control as he clapped his hands together, "OK, everyone. We have to now load all these cases into the cars. I would hurry up if I were you, because the copter now leaves in precisely fifty minutes." as he looked down at his gold and diamond encrusted watch.
Everyone started grabbing cases of the money and began walking to the door. Dennis followed and stacked about five cases in his hands as he made sure it wouldn't overflow and topple like a Jenga tower. He knew he couldn't use aura because he was walking into public with these. This could take a while.
They had finally got all the bags into the car, drove to Gatwick, and loaded the cases into crates, with just two minutes to spare.
The helicopter flight from Gatwick to Glasgow Airport took only just over an hour. When they touched down, they instantly had to unload the crates into the back of three armoured trucks which took a while since Dennis, once again, was in public and could not let people know.
Dennis was then in the front of the first armoured truck giving directions to the driver on where to go. Dennis had now reached the familiar tiny hill leading up to his house, and when they got up it, he directed the driver to go right then left into the alleyway which ran all the way out the back of the street of houses that Dennis lived in. On the third door on brick wall to the right, Dennis told the driver to stop and start to unload.
Dennis got out of the truck and began to scale the brick wall, which on the other side was his back garden. Once he got over, he went and knocked on the back door which was near the kitchen. He saw the sight of his over-excited, tired mum open the door which led from the kitchen to the utility room and then the back door to greet her baby with a hard hug.
"I thought you were at work today?"
"I was feeling unwell last night. I was worried about you." she then sneezed, which made Dennis gently push her away from him.
"I need the keys to the back door." he reached and grabbed them on the hook as he leaned inside.
"Why?"
"Look." he grinned as he unlocked the door with the key, to reveal four men carrying crates from outside the alleyway to inside the back garden, "Where should we put this?" one of the men groaned in pain, as the crates where very heavy.
"Put it in the utility room. I have the rest." Dennis quickly scanned the area outside his body, for an other aura sources. When he found no humans, he walked outside and brought up his hands and they started to glow, as did all the crates. He lifted all of them up with ease as he carried them over the wall and into his garden and he walked to his house.
"What is all this?" his mum said sickly.
Dennis dropped all of them just outside the back door and spread the crates around the garden, "It is just money. Tell Stephen, when he gets home that I can now repay him." he gave a huge smile as he looked from the expression on his mum's face as she had just figured out that Dennis' plan had worked.
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