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Hello friends, and non-friends, to the latest chapter of the first edition of the Corver Chronicles. Sorry for this, but updates will come slower as I have exams coming up (Help me) and I need to prepare. As for this, I have been trying to draw Alex, and I can't draw, so it's not going well. So, if any of you wants to draw him for me, then I would really appreciate it.

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Chapter 8: All for one, and one for all.

Knocking on the awaiting door- panic, and anxiety announces it's arrival. Normally, I never get this jittery, but this isn't a normal occasion. I am dressed in a half-destroyed suit, waiting to beg an old buddy for help. To my angst, the door stands defiant in my wake.

Creaking open, the wooden doorway opens to reveal who I have been waiting for. "Hey man, long time no see." he casually greets with a smile. Okay... not the reaction I anticipated, but... that's great, right? "What can I do you?" he adds on, looking down at my predicament. "oh" he blurts out.

"Can I... come in?" I question cordially, praying that he won't downright reject me. To my surprise, he instantly nods, and eagerly beckons for me to encroach on his grounds. "Thanks." I give my appreciation, and dart into the room, expected there to be a time limit before the door closes forever.

Hastily flopping into a chair in the living room, I nervously tap my fingers on my knees in a rhythmic beat. "Let me guess- the Mark I is officcialy out of biz, and you don't know what to do next." Jake abruptly assumes my motives.

"Yeah, that's it." I gingerly affirm. Then, I take a deep gulf of the refreshingly cool air, and decide to lay it out bluntly for my old companion. "Have you got any ideas?" I interrogate, clearing my dry, and sore throat.

"Hmmm... in fact, I do. But... one question first: Where the hell have you been for the past month?" Jake raises an eyebrow, as if I committed a horrific crime, and he is the interrogator about to uncover a startling piece of evidence. A moment of incredulity briefly follows. Is he serious? Why am I in the wrong? Retaining my composure, I stare down the blonde with the utmost sincerity.

"I thought that you wouldn't want to see me again, you know," I pause to gather my thoughts, and carefully select my next, potentially catastrophic words. "after we had a... slight argument." I tentatively finish, believing that I may have caused either a furious flashback for Jake, or too much of a guilt-trip.

"Are you kidding me, man?" he cries out in laughter, taking me aback massively. Wow, Jake is filled with unpredictableness today. "I fricking forgave you an eternity ago, and I thought that you was the one that would kick me to next week, if you laid eyes on me again." he ends, chuckling endlessly at the bizarre situation.

"Really?" I lean back in the comfortable piece of furniture. "That's super awkward." I join him with my own hearty chortle. "But really, what is your plan? " I span him out of the state he has placed himself into, and attempt to shift him to a seriousness I have faith he can achieve.

"Firstly, we build a bad-ass suit (by ourselves, obvs) and after that, you can fight crime looking like a love child of Batman, and Mike Tyson." he beams amusingly. So, not the most complex plan that man has ever figured out, and yet... it sounds awesome. "I know what you are thinking, Alex- that my plan is shoddy, and simple. However, simple always works." he elaborates firmly. It's utterly shocking how well he can guess what I am musing about. I guess that he some sort of hidden talent. Jake with powers? Are you kidding me?

"Who did you quote that nonsense from?" I sigh in resignation.

"My mother, believe it, or not." he honestly answers, although I can't tell if he is joking, or actually telling the truth. "She died a few weeks later." his head hangs low, his face peering at his shoes.

"Wow, that's awful." I commend him with my sympathy, wondering how she died. Out of all the time I have had Jake as my BFF, he never mentions his parents. So, why now? It must be our reunification, because what else could force him like this?

"OMG, I'm kidding; I'm kidding." Jake suddenly pops his head back up, and snickers at the nihilism probably plastered all over my bruised, and battered face. "She's still alive, god bless her kind soul. " he explains with a last wheeze. "In prison, though." he grounds out reflectfully.

"Oh." I could only manage that reply, as my frustration levels are reaching critical- atomic level critical."Your such an... idiot, you make Bill look like the Pope." I insult, much to his disdain, and confusion. "Bill is one of my bosses." I clarify reluctantly. "He's just indescribable." I go on.

"You just described him." Jake calmly counters to my chagrin.

"Shut up, Jake." I snarl, making him grimace. "Or, you're next on my to beat down list." I menacingly threaten, although Jake reacts less to this than he did when I suddenly turned into my vigilante mode on him.Harsh... yet necessary- the story of my life.

"You have one of those?" he skeptically whines. Considering that he is at least mildly intelligent, I am shocked to find that he is being relatively dumb, again. Fixing him with a curious stare, I give it a few moments of silence, pleading that he will come to his rapidly decreasing senses.

"It's a figure of speech, bro. I don't actually have one; that would be deeply sinister, and... disturbing." I assure, secretly face palming vigorously at the display being played out before me. If I had the strength to do it, I would end up slapping the stupid out of him, but... I don't. Shaking my head disbelievingly, I whisper a prayer to God, asking if the all-knowing creator can solve his personality.

"That makes your threat invalid." he mockingly remarks, pointing out that I just contradicted myself by clarifying to him.

"Moving on," I redirect the focus of the pointless conversation with a clap of my hands. "ever heard of StarrWare?" I huff. Thanks to the duel I had a short while earlier, it's safe to presume that I have larger priorities than talking to him about my current line of work, however it has to be done eventually, so why not now? What's the absolute worst that can happen?

"Yep, it is that huge company that ships goods all over right?" he confidently responds, making gestures in the air to symbolise transportation of cargo, via a plane soaring through the air.

"That's the one," I nod in response to his correct guess, or answer. "I am currently employed there, so how about we... borrow an engineer." I mischievously grin at the idea. Since it's not always that you can screw over your employers by taking one of their top employees from under their corporate noses. Please go with it, as I want to see the look on the face of those slimy snakes, called office workers.

"One: Why do they have mechanics? and two: We can't just get some guy to make the Mark II, that would be insane." Jake gasps out in denial. Sure enough, it would be undeniably crazy to do such a thing, and yet, it's still a pretty awesome ambition.

"You're right, I suppose. Sooo, we should tell the person," I pause for extra emphasis, and effect. "my name, and who I am." I finish, innocently shrugging my shoulders at the aghast expression of my best friend. I guess he doesn't like my idea. Go figures, huh.

"Are you crazy!? You can't tell everyone you see!" he burst out, also standing up, and strutting with his hands placed at his sides, diva-esque. In moments like these, I tend to ignore his stance, and attempt to stifle out the overwhelming sassiness emitting from his face. "Hello, Bill, I'm Alex, and oh, the Black Titan!" he yells sarcastically, whilst waving his arms around like a self-proclaimed lunatic.

"Fine, but how many other ways are there to solve this very specific problem?" I blow the hair that has landed perfectly onto my forehead, a few strands laying on my right eyebrow, comfortably. There are actually quite a substantial amount of plans I can come up with, although many of them won't be as dastardly fun. Still, my tenure as Black Titan shouldn't be heavily reliant on fun, otherwise I will slowly transform into the Joker, or something like that.

"All it takes, is a lot of creativity." Jake calmly sneers, investigating the blank canvas I have sculpted my face into. If Jake wants to execute a plan with creativity, then I don't need to be apart of it; bloodshed, and tears will be brought for a ride. Come on, Alex, he is more colourful than you. And, more refreshed.

"Okay," I deeply groan at the prospect of enduring through one of Jake's excruciatingly boring briefings. I had too much of them when we was strolling around the idea of taking on the mantle of hero. "talk me through it, both clearly, and... without giggling like a fan-boy." I rub my eyes, wiping the built up weariness from them.

"First of all, my dazzling destroyer of crime, we must make a blueprint for the next evolution of the mechanised clothing- it has to be heroic, but dark, and intimidating. Secondly, we need a workshop to manufacture all of this. Any old piece of junk will do. Lastly, money, money, money." Jake informs me of his spectacularly standard tactic.

"Money can be provided by me, still, I don't earn much; should be enough to tide us over." I thoughtfully give my input forth, mentally summing up my wages, and living costs. Damn, being a hero is expensive. I wonder how much Batman's gear costs. Probably more than I earn in my lifetime.

"Fantastic," Jake rubs his hands in glee. "me- being the marvellous dude I am- is acquainted with a particular person, that could sell us his workshop, for a reasonable price." he murmurs to the air, not talking to me in general.

"Bro, why get a whole workshop? I don't know how to fix anything." I reject.

"That's what your employees are for, duh." he insensitively acts like I am the lesser intelligent one with his retort. "Besides, you can learn." he winks at me, with a smirk plastered onto his mouth.

"Until then, what? I sit here twiddling my thumbs?" I wince at the way my imagination spectated the scene. The view of Black Titan aging by fifty years, all for simply waiting for some guy to sell his ownership of a repair shop.Why would I have to wait fifty years? Gosh, you can be weird sometimes, Alex.

"Alex, you kind of have to use StarrWare's on-site facilities." Jake coughs to halt himself from cackling. "Good luck with that." he salutes.

"I'm going to need it."

To be continued...

Well, this could have gone dramatically worse; more so, anyway. Since when do I give up without a good fight? It's time to get up, and show her what I'm made of.

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I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I hope you will forgive my circumstance.