AN: hey here's chapter one!
I'm sorry, but the rest of the story isn't centered around sollux, or, Xander, rather.
That was a prologue. But don't worry! Xander still has a pivotal role in this story, and you'll see him again!
Tw: just rude language. Several f-bombs.

Chapter one- The Encounter

All Kyle Vantas wanted was to be normal. Was that too much to ask for? He didn't want to be "the kid who was kicked out of every school he enrolled in." He didn't want to be "the kid who was responsible for that devastating forest fire." He didn't want to be "the kid who was literally accused of arson 13 times." He just wanted to be Kyle.
But he knew that couldn't happen.
"Don't worry," his father would say, "you're not bad, you're gifted. You're special."
Yeah right. Kyle would think. But he still nodded, pretending to agree.
This fucking sucks. Kyle thought. He thought this often. In fact, it was most likely the most common thought to run through his mind.
This time he thought it because he was lost. He didn't feel like being at school that day (He was going to get expelled one way or another, and he'd rather have it be for playing hooky than suspected arson), and he didn't really feel like going home, either. He didn't feel like being anywhere, for that matter.
He spent his time after school wondering back streets and alleys, kicking rocks and muttering swears to no one in particular. He realized he was lost around 7:00, and by 7:45, he felt like he needed to do something about it. But he didn't.
The sun had set and the starless city night sky loomed above Kyle. He sighed.
"Hey, superhero crossing. Move over, I'm kind of on a time limit."
He had walked into a relatively narrow alley with this one other guy. It was too dark to see his face, but Kyle could make out a cape.
Kyle frowned.
"What, you think you get special fucking privilege?"
The stranger spoke again, and Kyle could tell he was smirking.
"Of course. I'm a superhero. See my cape?"
What a prick, Kyle thought.
"What do you want? A special snowflake award? Guess what, your car is parked right in the "nobody gives a fuck" zone."
The figure shifted from one leg to another.
"Woah. Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed! Forgot to brush his hair too, I see."
"Fuck you."
"Stubborn too, then. Got a name, kid?"
Kyle glared at him, even though he knew his face wouldn't be visible in the semidarkness.
"I'm not a kid. I'm sixteen. Get off your high fucking horse."
"Woah, chillax, shorty. I'm 17, and a superhero on a mission. Step away and you won't get hurt."
Kyle had had enough of this. In his mind's eye, he focused on his hands, and felt a familiar warmth as flames began to flicker on them. For extra flare, he started flipping off the figure as well.
"Fuck you and your shitty ego. I can take care of my goddamn self, you insufferable prick."
In the light he flames cast, Kyle could finally see the guy's face.
Oh my god, he thought, is he wearing shades over a mask?
"Woah dude, how the fuck did you do that?" The masked teenager asked.
He did not just ask that, Kyle thought.
He put out the flames and looked at the hero in disappointment.
"I have superpowers too, you dumbass."
"Well, I guess I'm gonna have to call you 'hottie' now." The hero said with a smirk.
Kyle facepalmed.
"Ok hottie, you gonna keep staring at this sweet piece of ass or are you gonna say something?"
Kyle couldn't take it anymore.
"OH MY GOD! DOES YOUR MOUTH EVER STOP SPOUTING SHIT? IF YOU HAD SAID ANYTHING ELSE I MIGHT HAVE MISTAKEN IT FOR YOUR ASSHOLE!"
"You must be mistaken. My captivating voice and body just draws people in. It helps with the fights, to be honest," The hero leaned against the wall, as if he was trying to look cool, "I could show you, if you like. I'd go easy on you of course."
The hero had barely finished his sentence when a flaming Kyle lunged at him. But when Kyle landed, the hero was gone.
Kyle's flames went out.
"What the fu-"
Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder.
"I'm over here, dumba-"
Before the hero finished his thought, Kyle turned around and grabbed the arm he used to tap his shoulder.
How the fuck did he do that? Can he teleport or some shit?
The hero smirked.
"It's not everyday you get to fight a superhero. You should be honored."
Kyle gripped his arm tighter.
"Stop saying shit like you're better than me."
"I'm a superhero. I didn't ask for the title, but greatness only bestows itself one ones worthy of it."
"You're a vigilante! The police arrest supers! Stop acting like you're above me! Like you're above the-"
Kyle hadn't realized that in the time that he was ranting, the hero had the time to unsheathe a sword. Before he could finish his rant, the vigilante had shoved the butt of his sword right into the center of Kyle's torso, knocking the wind out of him. As Kyle gasped for breath, his grip on the hero's arm loosened.
The prick was free.
"Well, being a superhero isn't for everyone. I've got a villain to catch. Thanks for the spar, hottie!"
Between wheezes, Kyle managed to mutter, "Have fun, asswipe."
The hero snickered.
"I will. See you around, delinquent."
Kyle watched the hero walk past him and into the darkness ahead, humming the tune to "All Star."
He dusted himself off. Might as well head home, he thought.