Chapter 1 - So young, so bad...so what?
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(4PM, Eastern Standard Time, Friday, June 17th, 2033)
Police sirens rang out, and chased after a juvenile delinquent booking it down the street on a bright sunny summertime day somewhere in the southern United states of America.
"22 to central, i'm going into foot pursuit with a young white male, young teenager, long black hair, Caucasian, wearing a black hoodie with green boardshorts. appears to be in mid teens."
The boy in the chase had just assaulted another young man and hit him really hard for running his mouth at him, saying "Yo mama" jokes that eventually made the boy in the hoodie really, really mad. As his mother was a beautiful, well endowed woman and everyone who saw her was sure not to forget her. The 12 year old was running exceptionally fast and was outrunning the cop, who in his sand-colored uniform, was badly out of shape and had no chance to actually catch the young man. After a series of turns, cuts, and breaks, eventually, the boy was able to get away from the cop, and allow himself a gust of breath. He sat down behind a row of trees, took the hood off of his head to reveal a long wavy black hairstyle very reminiscent of his mother's hair. His blue piercing eyes looked at his knuckles, which had cuts and blood on them from the assault on the talker.
"You prick, why the hell did you have to talk about my mom like that?" He gritted his teeth, and spat out saliva that had built up from breathing heavy from running.
He wiped his knuckles off, and crawled out of the bushes, and took off his hoodie to reveal a red lifeguard shirt that showed off defined muscle, despite the fact he was only 12 years old. He tied the hoodie around his green shorts, and began to find his way home.
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(2 PM, Pacific Standard Time, Friday, June 17th, 2033)
Down in a basement somewhere at Cultus lake, BC, the sounds of a P90X dvd could be heard, and the sounds of grunting could be heard right along with them.
There were 2 bars hanging from the ceiling, and a curvy young, lady at 11 years old was working out, doing pull ups on the bar with her father, who was also doing pull ups. Eventually, their workout came to a stop, and the mother of the daughter came downstairs to check up on them.
"Good afternoon Kenny, good afternoon Ronda, I hadn't had a chance to say it yet." Said Josie, the wife to the father of the young lady.
Then, the young girl's father turned around and had a gritting smile inside the goatee on his face from his workout, to compliment a muscular figure he had spent a decade building up, to compensate for the fact that he had lost all of his hair, and had shaved off the horseshoe that could still grow around his head. He was trying to avoid aging and it was getting tougher at the age of 43.
"Morning mom! I beat daddy on the pull-ups today." the young lady bragged.
"Eh don't get too confident." Kenny joked as he wiped sweat off of his face "I can still whoop your butt at pushups and running any day of the week."
"And I can whoop your butt at swimming, biking, and growing hair." Ronda joked with her dad.
"Yeah, yeah, that joke never gets old...I'm gonna take a bath in the lake." Kenny walked up the stairs with his family in their cottage at Cultus Lake, BC.
Kenny walked out of the cottage, which was right next to the lake and ran off the dock and dove into the cool water on that friday afternoon in June. he swam back up and caught a breath of fresh air from the sky, and let the sun warm his soaked skin.
Back in the house, Ronda had mixed herself a protein shake and chugged it and slammed the cup, something she had seen her dad do a few times.
"Make sure you put your shirt in the laundry, not on the floor." Josie told her daughter.
"I know mom." Josie took off her shirt to reveal a string bikini. She walked past her brother, who was sitting on the couch playing Battlefield online.
"Uh!" Ronda's little brother tried to keep his eyes on the screen.
While Ronda had gone upstairs, Kenny walked into the house, after trying to get rid of all the water driplets that he had.
"No tracking water in my house." Josie told her husband.
"Yes mommy!" Kenny joked, causing josie to give him that look. Kenny turned to look down and with the towel in his hand, wiped off the excess water.
"You and your daughter are doing so well with your exercises. And she's doing so well with MMA training, i'm so happy that you too are getting along." Josie didn't have the best father-figure in her life either.
"Well, I want to be a good father figure to her...that way when she grows up she doesn't have a bad example from her past." Kenny talked with a lot of responsibility.
Josie began to touch her husband's abs.
"And you are a great example." Josie and Kenny had a long kiss.
Kenny had worked up the courage to propose to Josie after getting his NHL contract, a 1-year deal with the Vancouver Canucks, and he ran with it the best he could, taking all $270,000 of his one-year contract, and buying a foreclosed home for a fraction of it's cost with the help of Miss Wahlberg about 12 years before. after finishing the mortgage in 5 years, Kenny saved up a little more and bought the cottage in the spring of 2033 as an escape from the city, and a chance to let his kids have fun for the summer. The cottage needed a bit of work, as was most places that had been foreclosed. However, kenny had a full-time job, but was enjoying a week of vacation after weeks and weeks of hard work, and saving every dollar he could.
After the kiss, Kenny went to mix himself a protein shake and as he guzzled it, his daughter walked past him in her bikini, holding a towel and a fresh shirt.
"Have a good swim, honey." Josie smiled at her daughter. Kenny looked at her as she walked down to the dock.
"She's sure grown up fast." Josie sighed at the sight of her daughter.
"You know, that swimsuit bothers me, you know?" Kenny voiced his concern over the revealing nature of a string bikini.
"She's not a little girl y'know, she might take offense to the fact you don't approve of her growing up." Josie defended her daughter's choices.
"It's a father thing." Kenny put the cup down. "I see her in that outfit, and I know how a young man thinks when he sees a young girl in an outfit like that."
"And that's what bothers you." replied Josie.
"Yep." Said kenny.
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(6 PM, Eastern time)
The young man walked along the shoreline of the No Name Key of Florida, looking at the city in the distance with the sunlight shining against it, and walked out onto the dock. His dad was sitting there, enjoying a cold beer and fishing on the water. It was his day off of work and he wanted to enjoy it.
"Catch anything, dad?" asked the young man.
"Nothing yet, Steve. The fish aren't biting today."
That father doing the fishing, was Clark Kent. He had dropped the Superman identity long ago and had just resorted to being Clark Kent.
"Did you have a good walk?" asked Clark.
"Yeah...hey dad?" asked the 12 year old Steve kent.
"What, son?" asked Clark.
"Why do people have to be such dicks sometimes?" Steve swore.
"Language." Clark scolded his son.
"Sorry...I just wish that some guys would just leave me alone...they see mom and they see how she looks..and they bug me about her." Steve voiced his problems out loud.
Clark knew what his son was talking about. His wife, and his son's mother, was a beautiful person and didn't have any qualms about letting people know it.
"Your mom is a beautiful woman. They're all jealous cause they wish they had a mom like yours." Clark was being as honest as he could be, But, that wasn't exactly the answer that Steve wanted to hear.
"I hit one of them today, dad. They kept calling mom a milf. I hate that word." Steve said.
"You hit someone?" Clark reeled the line in and paused for a second. "Did he hit you first?"
"He called mom a milf and said a bunch of things. I couldn't take it...so I hit him."
Clark didn't want to get mad or punish his son for something that wasn't his fault. he couldn't help it that his mom was gifted in so many ways.
"Son...I know how you feel...but you can't escalate to violence no matter how hard it hurts. You keep that up and you'll eventually wind up in trouble." Clark stood up to cast the line back out to sea.
"When's mom getting home, anyways?" asked Steve.
"About 8, one of the nurses called in sick, so she's gotta stick it out late today." replied Clark.
"You work tommorow?" asked Steve.
"9 to 5...what a way to make a living, putting out fires the old fashioned way." Clark reeled in the line.
Steve got up from the dock, and began to walk back to the house.
"Hey son..." Clark got up from his chair "I love you. Your mom loves you. We're sorry that things suck like that sometimes."
"I love you too, dad." Steve began walking back to the house.
He passed the grave of a man who he was named after, and still wondered what kind of an old man would know his mother from almost 100 years ago.
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