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In a dark and dingy room, many miles away, a figure sat looking at a screen filled with images of various different items. One by one, the images flicked over to a different one and the person sat there studied each one intently. Something was missing and they weren't sure what exactly it was. It was the key to their plan's success, for everything that had been worked towards to actually happen. There was one small snag. Richard Grange.

That infernal scientist and inventor had always been a thorn in the side of this figure. Every time they had approached the government with an idea, Grange had shot it down and pointed the Ministry of Defence (MOD) in a different direction. That left him in the prime spot for any future MOD requirements. Well, now Grange was out of the picture, this figure could jump in. The only unforeseen element was the appearance of some sort of called 'hero' calling himself 'Billy the Cat'.

Fortunately, at this time, the 'hero' was only dealing with petty criminals, but there was always the risk he could stumble into something more significant. It can't be a coincidence that he appeared around the time of Grange's death.

A door opened in the room and a female figure stepped inside.

"Sir, I bring news," she said.

"Yes Mrs Davies, what is it?" Came the reply.

"The boy, and his cousin, they might not be able to be manipulated like we wanted. There was no way they would accept the version we wanted him too. He is too loyal to his father. He won't turn against him. Then the aunt came and we were kicked out. I'm sorry sir."

"It is no matter Mrs Davies, we will just have to try another way. The boy might not know anything, but if there is just something he can give us as to what exactly his father was working on, we will have to try other means."

"What exactly are we looking for sir?" Mrs Davies inquired.

"We, Mrs Davies, surely you mean me? I am looking for the computer code and hardware to the most advanced AI system on the planet. With it, I will be able to create amazing things, bend it to my will and take over every computer system on the planet, crippling governments and forcing them to give in to my demands. I will be like a god, ruling humanity. That, Mrs Davies, is what I am looking for."

"Very well sir. What are we going to do next?"

"Well…"

Back in the village of Burnham, a couple of days had passed since the unfortunate arrival of Mrs Davies and DI Jefferson. William had managed to calm down mostly, although that night had been filled with nightmares about the events which had occurred. He hadn't gone out as Billy either, preferring to stay in his room for the rest of the weekend.

Now, however, it was time to go into school. Village life meant travelling to the next town to go to secondary school. Where he used to live with his parents, was a bit closer to the school, which sat on the edge of the nearest town. It was an easy 20 minute walk. Now he lived on the other side, it was a decent sized village, it would take a bit too long to walk there. So, it was a short bus ride in. As Billy, with his increased physical skills, it could have been a very quick run indeed (about 5 minutes), but now was a time to be a civilian.

Kathleen and William had got to the stop on time and waited for the bus to pull up. There had been some reticence on William's behalf to use the public transport, fearing how people might react to everything that had happened.

As he had slipped on his uniform that morning, (white shirt, black trousers, a fresh pair of black socks, new smart black shoes, black blazer and green and gold tie), he longed to stay at home in more comfortable clothes and curl up in front of the tv. Aunt Mabel was having none of it.

"You need the distraction and there is no way Richard and Emily would have forgiven me if I kept you off school."

So, that was that. He was going in. It was a shame that Kathleen was a year younger than him, so wouldn't be in any of his classes.

As the bus pulled up, William could see some of his year group in there and a few individuals began to point and clearly talk to one another about him. A hot flush filled William's cheeks and embarrassment washed over him.

"Just ignore them," Kathleen said, sensing the tension filling her cousin's body.

The door opened and the pair climbed aboard, heading for two empty seats. They sat down and the bus jolted into action. The journey was uneventful and after several more stops, they had arrived at St. Luke's Secondary School and Sports College.

Everyone piled out of the bus and headed into the school building. William and Kathleen parted ways, promising to meet up at lunch time. In it was time for William's first lesson, the oh so dreaded PE.

The temperatures were starting to chill down a little and William's class would be outside doing rugby. As the sun hadn't warmed the air up fully yet, William was not looking forward to being outside. Fortunately, Aunt Mabel had been able to get hold of some new PE kit for him to wrap up warm in.

William had thought a lot about the speed in which his aunt had managed to gather resources together for him and the money she must have spent on it. Aunt Mabel wasn't the richest person on the planet, being a single parent. Now he'd come along to add to that burden. There must be some way of William accessing his new inheritance to give her some contribution, but knowing Mabel, she'd probably refuse.

Reaching the changing rooms, William pulled the door open and stepped inside. He was instantly hit in the face with the combined smells of teenage body odour, mud and mixture of powerful deodorants that had seeped into the walls and furniture over the years. Over in the corner he usually changed in, he spotted his friend Ryan Lometo, younger brother of PC Kyle Lometo. He was already in the swing of getting changed. William wondered over and plonked his bag down on the bench next to him.

"Hey William, how are you doing?" Ryan asked. "Kyle said he ran into you the other day."

"Yeah, hi Ryan. I'm surprisingly doing okay thanks. Yes it was nice to see him, unexpectedly though."

"He said that you'd seen this new hero in town, Billy the Cat. That's so cool mate, what's he like?"

William gave a quick run down of his experience 'meeting' Billy the Cat and Ryan looked on in awe, almost forgetting that he was in the middle of changing.

"Awesome," Ryan breathed. "I hope to meet him one day."

Little did he know he already had.

William realised that he hadn't even started to get changed. He pulled off his blazer and hung it up on the hook in front of him and then kicked off his shoes. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the green polo shirt, gold shorts, long green socks and a long sleeved green under armour top. He'd never worn one of those before, often seeing others in his class wear them. The idea of pulling on Lycra before had been a stupid one for William, but now… now he had a much nicer looking body that he new could pull off a skintight spandex costume. Anyway, these tops were designed to help keep your body warm. Aunt Mabel wouldn't have known he didn't wear them and just bought off the school uniform list. Ryan was one such person who did wear them and William had always admired him for doing so, slightly having a crush on his friend because of how nice he looked in them.

Pulling the top on, it was clear how tight it was. He knew they were supposed to cling to the body like a second skin, but was it supposed to be this tight? Maybe he needed the next size up, his muscular body being a little bigger than he thought. The rest of the kit got on without much problem and William felt nice and comfortably warm.

"Looking good William," Ryan commented. "Knew you'd give in one day and wear a skins top. Now you don't have an excuse to complain about it being too cold. Say, you've been doing some working out too, you're looking much healthier. Not sporty, my backside," Ryan chuckled, giving William a light slap on the arm.

The class headed outside and got on with the lesson. William found it much better than normal, his new feline-like instincts allowed him to dodge more of the tackles than usual and he didn't run out of breath as often either. Several of the boys who usually mocked him were stunned into silence and a couple were even giving approving nods of satisfaction at his new level of sportiness.

The lesson soon ended and the boys went back into the changing rooms. William was still covered in mud from head to toe, but rather than it being from others pushing him into the muddy patches, it was actually from the successful tackles he'd done in the class.

"Well done William," a few of the boys praised him, slapping him on the back as they passed by into the changing rooms.

"How did you get so good Grange?" asked one, quite spiteful sounding voice.

This harsh tone belonged to William's long time thorn in the side, Barry 'Knuckles' Johnson. He'd managed to earn the nickname 'Knuckles' from his key move of giving many individuals a 'knuckle sandwich'.

"Practice Barry. Lots of it. Hard work and graft," William found himself saying. "I don't expect you to know what that is, but that's how."

"How dare you speak back to me," Barry bellowed loudly. Without warning, he took his clenched fist and brought it round towards William's face.

William was able to very quickly and deftly dodge the attack and brought his own fist up straight into the side of Barry's face. There was a loud crunch as something broke inside. Barry let out a shout of pain. As the teachers came running William made a final comment.

"Shut up Barry, some of use want to be left in peace."

Sufficed to say, William was in deep trouble. He'd never done anything like this before. He now sat outside the headteacher's office awaiting his fate. His PE teacher had frogmarched him to the head and gone inside to let them know what had happened. He hadn't even had a chance to get changed.

The office door opened and his teacher stepped out.

"William, Mrs Reilly will see you now."

William stood up and walked into the office. The PE teacher shut the door behind him, leaving William alone with the head. Mrs Reilly motioned for William to take a seat. A look of huge disappointment filled her face. It took a moment for she began to speak.

"William," she started softly. "William, I am so sorry for what you have been going through lately. I can't imagine the pain you and your cousin are going through. Your mother was a good friend of mine when we were at school together and I even saw her a few times at our local book club. I dread to think what your parents would be saying now if they were here to see this."

A deep pang of guilt filled William up. She was right, mum and dad would not be at all happy with this situation. What had he been thinking? All those years of nasty comments and now William had the ability to fight back. But it was not on an equal footing.

"With great power, comes great responsibility!" That was the quote from Spider-Man, one of William's favourite comics. William now had power, much more power than Barry. He'd stepped over the line and he wasn't proud of it.

"Many people have long wanted Barry Johnson to get a taste of his own medicine," Mrs Reilly was saying, "but that can't be the way to do it. We must be better than him."

"I'm really sorry Mrs Reilly. I just saw red and didn't really know what I was doing. It all just happened so fast."

Mrs Reilly's face relaxed. She believed him. Of course she would. William was not the student to normally put a foot wrong and cause problems. Something totally out of the ordinary would have to happen for him to do this and of course, it had.

"William, I can't let this go unpunished and I will have to phone your aunt, but I know that nothing like this will happen again, will it?"

"No Mrs Reilly, it won't. I promise."

"Very well then. You are to report back to my office this evening for after school detention and stay well away from Barry Johnson. I gather he might not be talking very much for a while. One or two teeth may have been dislodged and a bone broken. You've got quite some strength in your arms William."

"Yes Mrs Reilly. More than I know."

Mrs Reilly stood up and moved around the desk.

"Go and get changed and get to your next lesson. I'll send a message to your next teacher to tell them you'll be late. Spanish is it, your next lesson?"

"Yes Mrs Reilly."

"Very well. Off you pop then."

William got up and moved over to the office door.

"Oh and William," he turned back to her, "use that power for good. We need more of it in the world right now."

"Yes Miss."

William turned the door handle and left the room.