In the streets of New York, a young teen by the name of Mark Warren who was 16 years old in the 11th grade. He made his way through the cold city streets at night heading home from school. The young teen had black hair with blue eyes, wearing a black collared shirt with matching pants. “Sigh, another stressful day at school...sometimes I wonder why Mr. Furgerson bothers giving us so much math homework! It’s not like we can’t just teach ourselves!”
As he made his way down the dark breezy sidewalk of the big city, he noticed a trail of green ooze spilled out in the middle of a dark alley between two brick buildings, the smell hit Mark like a strong sour vinegar. He held back the urge to vomit, covering his mouth before stepping closer to see the source of the spilled substance.
As the young boy took a step into the alley, he felt the soil beneath his feet collapse under him as he fell into an underground tunnel. “Tsk, damn it! Just my luck!” The tunnel was dark with only the city lights from above illuminating small parts of the tunnel. Mark gripped his right arm in pain from landing on it as he took a deep breath before pulling out his smartphone which luckily hadn’t been damaged from the fall.
The teen turned on the flashlight, only to see layers of spider webs covering the walls around him. A chill ran down his spine at the sight of it. “These webs...they’re far bigger than any mere spider could make” A shiver of fear washed over him as he looked up towards the tunnel’s ceiling, he attempted to escape by jumping right for the hole he had fallen through, only for it to be too high to reach.
(Shit, shit, shit! Seems I'll have to find another way out if I want to escape before whatever made those webs finds me!) Holding his breath, Mark slowly ventured forward through the tunnel, still using the flash on his phone to guide him through.
He looked down at the dirt, noticing a trail of toxic waste that seemed to lead further through the tunnels as if something had been dragging toxic waste across the ground. Mark could feel himself walking slower as if something was weighing him down. With another deep breath, he walked past the layers of webs before him, every now and again getting stuck to one of them before managing to pull his hand off.
Just as the teen made it past the webbing blocking his path, a scream caught in his throat as he spotted the source of the toxic waste. There before him were dozens of black spiders, about three times the size of a tarantula and in the center of them all…was a massive spider that was even bigger than him. They were all feeding off barrels of toxic waste.
The sight of so many large spiders caused Mark to have a slight panic attack, his heart began to beat rapidly in his chest as if he were having a heart palpitation. That’s when the queen turned and looked him in the eye. It’s many red eyes staring at him as it’s fangs twitched, as if to order her children to attack.
To Mark’s horror, the legion of arachnids scurried towards him, causing him to run back the way he came. As the moonlight shined through the hole he had fallen through, he felt a fierce surge of pain in his leg as spiders began to bite into his pants, digging into his flesh. That’s when a latter fell through the hole, allowing Mark to quickly climb out back to the street.
He Dove out of the hole, only to see a figure dressed in a black jacket wearing a blood-red mask aiming a pistol towards the opening. He quickly fired at the dozens of creatures before pulling out a molotov, lighting it with a lighter before tossing it into the tunnel below. Mark laid on the sidewalk still thriving with pain as flames erupted from the tunnel with screams from the arachnids echoing from within as many came crawling out ablaze.
“There, looks like that’ll clean out the infestation” The masked man commented In a deep serious tone. That’s when the spider queen burst out of the flames, landing in front of them. Mark’s eyes grew wide in fear while his rescuer stood his ground aiming his pistol towards the large creature. “Hmph, seems you’re the only bastard left”
That’s when the colossal spider let out a hissing sound, spitting a thick layer of webbing right for the mercenary. His left hand wielding the gun was covered in a thick and sticky layer of webs, keeping him from using his firearm. “Heh, you really think I wasn’t prepared for something like this? You aren’t the 1st giant monster I've delt with. Quickly reaching into his pocket, the masked assailant pulled out small bombs the size of marbles.
Advancing right for the horrific creature, the man side-flipped into the air, tossing the small balls into the spider's mouth. Mark watched them start going off in it’s mouth with smoke filling the creature’s mouth as well as the area around it.
“Good, that should buy me enough time to free my hand from it’s damn webbing” Focusing his gaze on his wrapped-up hand, red laser beams fired from his mask’s eyes burning through the thick tissue until his hand was free. “Heh, it’s over you horrific bastard”
With the smoke clearing, the mercenary spotted the mutated creature, firing three shots to the monster’s skull as purple blood gushed from it’s wounds. “W-whoa” Mark commented in amazement before losing consciousness...
CHAPTER 1 Birth Of A Hero
With the spiders finally dead, the masked stranger picked up the boy before taking him home, setting him by the front door of his house in a small neighborhood leaving before anyone saw him...
He awoke the next day in his bed as if the whole thing had been a dream. His room was big with a bed against the wall, a black quilt and red pillows, a red-carpet floor along with a writing desk on the opposite end of the room under a flatscreen tv. The walls were black with a window looking out on the street from the 2nd floor.
“Ugh, what happened?” As he rubbed his head, that's when he remembered getting attacked by the spiders yesterday. Mark sprung out of bed running to the bathroom connected to his room before pulling up his pants to look where he was bitten. To his surprise, all that was there was a red mark. “What? But...I could have sworn I was bitten several times by those mutated spiders”
As he started at the mere rash on his heel, his mother called out to him: “Mark! Hurry up and get ready for school or you’ll be late!” She said in a motherly tone.
“Yes mom, I was just about to get in the shower!” Dropping his old school clothes, he hopped in the shower. The steam-filled water washed over his body as he closed his eyes letting the shower rain down on him, he found hot showers relaxing as well as a great way to wake himself up in the early morning.
Mark then dried himself as fast as he could with a black towel before pulling clothes out from his closet. He put on a black collared shirt and pants before making his way down the carped stairs towards the kitchen. Unlike upstairs, the 1st floor had wooden floors with the living room right by the front door and the kitchen to the left of the stairs.
The young teen sat at the black kitchen table as his mother placed a bowl of cereal in front of him. His mother had long dark-red hair with green eyes dressed in a black business suit with red high heels. Her name was Mary Warren, she was a single mother with Mark’s father gone since he was five. Though she struggled to find a new partner, that never stopped her from caring for Mark, he meant the world to her, she would do anything to see him happy.
“Thanks for breakfast mom, you didn’t need to make me anything, I could’ve just got something at school” She smiled taking his plate before answering: “Don’t worry about it sweetie, just hurry to school before you’re late” Mark nodded before grabbing his black bookbag from his chair, racing outside as he ran down the sidewalk up the slanted hill towards school.
He pulled out his phone still running to check the time. (7:15 A.M. Hmph, maybe it was a good idea mom gave me something to eat, at this right I wouldn’t have time to even eat in the cafeteria) As he finally reached the top of the hill, he could see the school in the distance. He went to Maple Valley high school, your typical large school with a large soccer/football field on the right side of it with a decent size lot out front for cars and buses.
Making his way through the parking lot, he reached the red doors of the school where he raced down the school hallways. The floors were white tiled floors with blue lockers. Mark once more looked at his phone seeing as it was 7:25 A.M. “Looks like I made it five minutes before the bell” He stopped in front of room 102 which was his classroom. Unlike most schools, students were assigned one teacher for the mandatory classes while electives still had different teachers for each class. This was because of the shortage of teachers and even substitutes
He sat in the front row in the middle so he could focus more on the teacher as well as see the board more clearly. Each class was your typical white tiled floor with a whiteboard and the teachers' desk to the side of the room. The other students poured through the door just as the bell rang with their teacher walking in behind them as he shut the door.
“Welcome students, my name is Mr. Hendrix and I'll be your teacher for this semester. I hope you will all respect me, otherwise this will be a hard year for us all” Mark looked at his teacher, he was a tall skinny man with brown hair, hazel eyes wearing a white suit and tie and khaki pants, your casual teacher uniform.
“Now then, your 1st class for today will be math, I'm sure many of you aren’t happy to hear that, especially so early in the morning, but sadly I don’t make the schedule. Let’s just hurry and get a start on some problems so we can finish it quickly. If I’m to be honest with you all, I don’t like math myself, but with the shortage of teachers, we have no choice but to teach all we can to you all”
A Few Hours Later...
The day seemed to go by relatively quick, though it did feel dull without anyone to talk to. Mark didn’t have anyone in his class to talk to, he was hoping lunch was a great way to try to make friends while he could. After grabbing a plate of food, he scanned the cafeteria for a place to sit when he finally spotted a table that only had about four people sitting together.
Mark walked over to them. “Hey, mind if I sit with you guys, I kinda don’t have a place to sit” The four teens looked at each other before one of them said: “Only if you like comics and meta-humans, at this table we talk a lot about comics here” The young blonde teen pulled out a manga from his back showing it to him. “Like this one here, I know it’s manga not comic but anyway, this is “reincarnated as the ultimate adventurer” It’s one of my favorites written by my favorite manga author”
Mark nodded sitting beside the four of them. The one with the comic had blonde hair with green eyes dressed in a red shirt and blue jeans while the others had black hair with blue eyes, brown hair with green eyes and red hair with green eyes all wearing different color collared shirts. “By the way, my name is Chris, I'm basically the leader of the group, the other three are; Danny, Josh and Sam”
For the rest of the lunch period his new friend showed him all the many kinds of comics and manga they read until the bell rang to return to class...
As the school day finally ended, Mark packed up, making his way back down the long-slanted hill towards his house as it grew dark. Just then, a sudden force shoved him to the ground as his bookbag was swiped from him. “Hey, get back here with that! Shit, I have many expensive textbooks in there, I can’t afford to buy more!”
Pushing himself back to his feet, he spotted the mugger dressed in a black mask wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. Mark knew the smart thing to do would be to call the police, but rather than do that, he chased after the thief, quickly gaining on his target with adrenaline pumping through his body. He took deep breaths to keep from wearing out too fast as he got within just a few feet of the running figure.
As the masked criminal took an abrupt turn to the left, he realized he had ended up in a dead-end alley with nothing but a brick wall blocking his path. “Shit” He turned around to see Mark blocking his path, breathing heavily out of breath.
“G-give me my bag back unless you want me to take it back by force” Mark bluffed he knew he wasn’t strong enough to fight the man in a one-on-one fight but had to do something to get his stuff back.
“Tsssk! Fine! Here take it!” Gripping one strap with his barehand, the masked assailant threw the heavy bag right for Warren full force. The teen put his arms up in response as he was knocked to the ground by the filled bag. Landing on his back with his bag on top of him, he watched as his thief took off past him into the night.
Mark thought about going after him but knew it wouldn’t do any good. He decided to just head home before another mugger decided to show up. He carried the bookbag with one strap over his shoulder with the other broken from it getting tossed at him. As he walked inside, he dropped the heavy bag on the floor with a thud before making his way upstairs.
As he collapsed onto the bed, he passed out almost immediately, falling into a deep slumber...As he slept, he began to have nightmares of the tunnel filled with spiders. The dream felt so real as he laid inside the tunnel as dozens of spiders began biting him from all over, digging into his flesh as blood ran down his body.
That’s when he awoke in a cold sweat letting out a cry of terror. Almost immediately after screaming, his mom barged through the door holding a kitchen knife. “Mark! Are you ok!? You let out a scream and I was worried something happened!”
Slowly calming down, Mark wiped sweat from his face responding: “Sorry mom, I'm fine...just a nightmare. I should be fine in a few minutes once I've had time to calm down” She nodded before going back to bed. Mark laid in bed still covered in sweat wearing just his pants...
The next day Mark rushed to school, only to see one of his new friends being bullied by one of the other students. It was Chris holding his bookbag as the tall older student spilled all of his manga and comics out of his bag in front of everyone at the entrance of the school. Many of the nearby students began to laugh at him when Mark intervened.
“Enough, Chris hasn’t done anything to deserve this...just back off or you’ll be sorry” Mark looked at the bully before him, Mark was about 5’10 while the student was 6’1 more built than him with red hair and green eyes.
“Hehe, you really think you have the balls to take me on? Well then...let’s do this” The bully put his fists up preparing to fight, throwing a punch right for Mark’s face, only for the teen to dodge it in a quick reaction. The surrounding students watched with shocked reactions at the sight of such an average-looking student dodging the tall buff assailant.
“Tssk, that was luck!” Once more he threw a punch head-on, only for Warren to evade the strike, sending a fierce blow to the bully’s abdomen, causing him to stagger several feet across the lot, landing on his back. Many gasped at the sight while others cheered for the winner. Mark looked at his fist, confused about how he had managed to pull off such a feat.
“Wow Mark, you beat him with such ease, have you taken defensive classes before!?” Chris questioned curiously. Mark shook his head picking up all of his friend’s comics responding: “No, this was actually the 1st real fight I've ever been in”
Chris looked at his bag before looking back up, only to find his friend was gone...
Mark stood in the alley before the scorched hole he had fallen through days ago. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed looking down at the dark hole. With a frown he jumped down into the hole before anyone noticed, landing in the tunnel. The place was covered in burns and ashes of the spiders who hadn’t escaped the tunnel.
Walking through the tunnel his mind was racing. “Something’s changed about me hasn’t it? That green goo, it was toxic waste and those spiders that bit me must’ve infected me with it. But...I should be dead right? Meta-humans don’t exist...at least...that’s what I've been told. What about those spiders though? They were mutated to massive size instead of dying”
He stopped in front of the tunnel’s walls and looked down at his hand, slowly clinching it into a fist, sending a blow right to it as the walls around him began to crumble as the tunnel began to shake preparing to collapse on itself. As he began to realize what was happening to him, he raced back to the hole as before, this time jumping with all his strength. Unlike the 1st time, he leapt out of the hall, nearly five feet above the street before landing back on the sidewalk.
“So...it’s true...the toxic waste, mixed with the spider’s DNA must’ve given me some kind of super-human abilities. Heh, I sound like I'm going crazy, but that jump just now...there’s no way I could go from being trapped inside, to being capable of jumping out with ease. Only one way to find out”
As it began to rain down upon New York, a figure stood on the roof of a building as flashes of lighting revealed his black and purple tights with a gray hooded cape. The figure’s torso and pants were black while their boots and gloves were purple. The man’s cape blew in the wind as the rain poured down.
Looking down at the city, he watched the cars pass by when he heard an abrupt alarm ring out in the distance. With a deep breath, he leapt from the roof, diving across the sky before rolling onto the store across the street. The figure moved across the rooftops before finding the source of the alarm, a Jewlery store had been broken into, the large window smashed with a black car waiting outside.
“Hmph, so this is the true test whether I've become a meta-human or it’s all just my imagination”
Meanwhile inside the store a group of criminals dressed in black were filling their bags with Jewlery while one of them kept their gun aimed at the female cashier who had her hands up in fear. That’s when Mark dove through the shattered window standing before them.
“Stop right there! I’m going to need you four to drop your guns and get on the floor until the police arrive” The group began to laugh as their boss turned and aimed his gun towards the masked figure. Their boss was unmasked with green eyes and brown hair. “Just who are you? Some kind of freak that gets kicks out of dressing up as some kind of hero?”
Mark just stood there silently, carefully watching each thugs movements. “Hmph, whatever, even if you are just some weird bastard, anyone trying to stop me is going to get a bullet through the head!” Without warning the assailant fired several shots at the masked hero, only for Mark to evade each projectile.
“Tsssk! That was luck you little bastard!” His target pulled the trigger, only to realize he was out of bullets. Given an opening, Mark dove right for their boss, grabbing him by the face as he slammed him to the ground with just one hand.
The three remaining goons dropped their guns in fear before running out into the rain, only for three police cars to pull up in front of the shop, keeping them from running. One officer stepped out aiming his gun towards them. “ON THE GROUND NOW!” With no option, the masked men got down on their knees with their hands behind their head.
While the men were being arrested, Mark quickly dove out of the window. Two police officers opened fire at him, only to miss...
Mark soon made his way home, changing back into his school clothes in an alley near his house before walking through the front door drenched in rain. His mother was waiting for him as she ran over hugging him. “Mark! Where were you!? I was so worried about you!”
“I’m alright mom, just got lost in the rain so I thought about waiting it out, but it never lightened up so finally decided to walk in the rain”
“Why not call me to pick you up!?” He showed her his phone. “It was dead, I think I had forgotten to charge it this morning I'm sorry mom, I'll make sure to charge it tonight. Making his way upstairs, Mark dropped his bag collapsing onto the bed out of breath. “Sigh, these powers sure are great, but I really need to get in shape to boost my stamina, so I don’t get worn-out as fast”
As he plugged in his phone, he passed out...
He woke to realize it was finally Saturday. Sunlight shined through his window as he slowly sat up looking over at his bookbag. He knew the path of a hero was dangerous but was better than being another average student going through the cycles set for him by others.
As days went by, Mark used his free time to exercise and strengthen his body to the point his body was now fit with a sixpack. He could move his body much easier as well as take on thugs without tiring out as easily anymore. One night he had told his mom he was going for a walk but really was going out to patrol the city like he usually did.
He looked down towards the city from the side of a skyscraper with one hand gripping the smooth glass surface. Recently Mark had realized like a spider, he could climb walls as well. He used this to his advantage, patrolling from high points of New York to get better views of the area. That’s when he heard an explosion in the distance. Even with his enhanced hearing it was faint but still recognizable.
Estimating the distance between each building around him, he climbed high enough to jump to the next structure soaring through the air before gripping the side of the next building. As he finally reached the source of the explosion, screams of terrified people could be heard as Warren watched dozens of citizens running in the opposite direction of what seemed to be a bank set ablaze in immense flames.
“Sigh, I’m not sure I’m ready for this…but I guess no hero can choose when they’re ready” The masked inhuman slid down to the streets as smoke rose from the burning structure. Clinching his fist in both fear and frustration, he knew the police wouldn’t arrive in time if there were people still trapped within the bank.
With no other choice, Mark raced inside, jumping through the shattered window finding himself standing within a blazing lobby. As the intense flames whipped around him, Mark saw a gap amidst the flames that lead past the front desk, leading to what looked to be a destroyed vault. Holding his breath, the inhuman dove through the parted flames, landing before the destroyed golden vault door as it appeared to be melted from an immense heat.
“What happened here? There’s no way an explosion could melt gold this easily!” Just then a figure dressed in a black and red high-tech suit walked towards the exit carrying large sacks of cash as bills flew from the top. That’s when he spotted the hero blocking his path.
“Hmph?! Who are you supposed to be small fry? I suggest you hurry on home before you get yourself hurt like the pathetic runts guarding this bank. It only took one blast from my Inferno gauntlets to send them running like mere insects. So unless you want to be burned to a crisp, I suggest you hurry home with your cape tucked between your legs”
Mark could feel himself shaking beneath his suit. (I’ve never fought a real villain before, but I should’ve known I’d have to fight one eventually. What’s a hero without a villain I guess)
“Sigh fine, I guess you do want to die! Don’t blame me when you’re burned to ash!” Dropping the sacks of cash the assailant opened his armored gloves as flames manifested from his gauntlets. “Let’s see what you can do runt!” Throwing his hands forward, the pyro villain unleashed a fierce blaze of flames that melted everything in it’s path.
In a sudden reaction, Mark back flipped into the air as the immense Inferno began melting the walls around him as if they were mere ice. Sweat dripped from his suit with the young boy sticking to the ceiling of the melting structure. “Huff…huff…it’s too hot in here, I-I can’t seem to focus clearly. I need to get him outside fast”
The flaming criminal prepared to unleash another blast from his gauntlets when Mark jumped off the ceiling, sending a fierce blow to the armored villain’s mask with superhuman strength. Mark watched as his target went flying through the bank, impacting the walls of the vault.
Warren Could feel himself growing dizzy from the immense heat that swarmed around him along with the smoke filling his lungs. With no other option, he dove through the shattered window back outside drenched in sweat. “Huff…t-that was intense. Hopefully when this is over, I won’t have to deal with this guy for awhile”
Without warning a fierce blast of fire erupted within the bank with desks and random debris flying past him like fire balls. “Hey runt! Just where you think you’re going!? We’re just getting started!” Once more he prepared to attack, his suit building up heat within the core of his suit.
Without thinking Mark struck one of the pillars of the melting structure, causing the remaining foundation to collapse as the entire bank came crashing down in a pile of burning rubble. Tired and exhausted from the heat, Warren collapsed to one knee. His vision still blurred from heat exhaustion. As he took deep breaths trying to regain his strength, police sirens blared through the city streets drawing closer to his location.
“S-shit, if they find me here they’ll assume I’m responsible for this. I need to- Suddenly the rubble before him erupted in a blaze of flames as burning rubble flew past him like bullets. “YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE! NOBODY EMBARRASSES ME AND LIVES TO TALK ABOUT IT!”
Mark forced himself to his feet as police cars sped through the streets before screeching to a halt before the inhuman pair. “Both of you, put your hands over your head and get on the ground now!” One of the officers exclaimed as they stepped out of the car wielding a firearm.
“Hmph! And here I thought you ants wouldn’t show! Whatever, not like any of you can do anything to stop me!”
“Open fire!” The officer cried out causing the other police officers to fire off shots towards the armored villain. “Hehe, how foolish you all are! What will mere bullets do to such a high-tech suit like this!” With the cops focused on the pyro villain, Mark jumped onto the roof of a nearby building before getting away, gliding across the sky of each building as he headed home.
Meanwhile the armored assailant threw both hands out, releasing a fierce surge of flames right for the trio of police vehicles. The squad dove out of the way in random directions as the vehicles erupted in a massive explosion. “Heh, you cops are nothing more than mere rats in a world that’s made you all obsolete!”
The men stood frozen in fear at the sight of such an hostile foe. Without warning a bolas-like weapon came spiraling out of the air before wrapping around the armored villain’s body unleashing a fierce surge of electricity, utterly damaging the man’s suit. “WHAT!?” With the suit internally damaged he fell to his knees unable to move a single part of his body from the immense weight of his now useless armor.
The sound of a speeding vehicle could be heard in the distance as the police turned to see a large black armored vehicle pulled up in front of the scorched streets. The man expected to see M.H.C.A, only to see “Neo-tech Corp” written on the side of it. Both the villain and police watched as the back of the armored car burst open as men in white high-tech merchantry suits rushed out, surrounding the man as they aimed laser riffles to his head with laser sight.
“Hold it right there! You can’t just rush in here and expect us to stand idly by while you take our target!” One of the fellow officers cried out aiming his pistol toward the armored squad. That’s when a woman’s voice could be heard from within the armored car. “Just what will you do officer?” The police turned to see a tall woman with long black hair with purple eyes dressed in a white leather mercenary uniform step out of the back walking over to the group of police. “We can take it from her officer...I wouldn’t want you and your men getting hurt”
She gave him a cold look that seem to make the man shake in fear. “Y-you have no right to take that man anywhere, we have orders to bring him straight to metropolitan correctional center which I doubt that’s where you’re taking him”
“Sigh I don’t have time for this” Quickly pulling out a small white grenade, she tossed it in the center of the law enforcement as an electric shockwave went off, stunning the men with each of them hitting the street in pain. Turning back to the captured subject, she walked up to him with a hand on her hip looking down at him. “DR. Samuel Rogers, age 56 and studied at New York university of technology. You attempted to introduce a new high-tech suit that would be capable of withstanding flames well above 1,000 degrees, which you stated would be useful to fire fighters. You also said the suit was capable of releasing a sudden force which allowed the suit to also shoot flames as strong as missiles. However, when both the university and government turned you down, you sought to a life a crime...is that right?”
Rogers slowly looked up at the woman still bound by the electrified alloy. “Hmph, impressive research...but why should I care about all that? Just what do you want with me? Surely, it’s not to imprison me, besides...not like you could for that long anyway” Both glared at one another when the female mercenary kicked him in the side of the face with a fierce strike causing him to stagger back in pain.
“Get him into the van, now” As the officers struggled to free themselves from the paralysis, the neo-tech agents grabbed Rogers by the shoulders, forcing him to his feet as he was forced into the large black vehicle. Once all were inside, the woman stepped inside with the back door closing as they drove off.
Moments after the agents had left, the paralysis wore off allowing the group of law enforcement to stand up...
CHAPTER 2 Who Said Being A Hero Is Easy
Mark landed on the roof of his house still out of breath from leaping across dozens of houses across the city. Slowly he climbed down beside the window to his room, carefully sliding it up, making sure not to make too much noise in case his mom was still awake. He crawled inside and closed the window before collapsing on his bed exhausted.
“Sigh...with these powers and constant training, I've managed to stop thieves and average criminals, but now that fire guy shows up and I was barely a match for him...I need to up my game and either intensify my regimen or look for powerful guys just like him to grow accustomed to next level threats. I can’t just keep hesitating during battle, I have to stand my ground and reduce damage to the city. Sigh, I'll have to make notes at some point to give me ideas on how to improve my combat and heroic skills”
Slowly getting up the young boy opened his closet and pulled out an old empty chest he kept hidden behind the clothes for important items. Mark folded his suit, placing it in the chest before placing a lock with a code on it. “1105" This code was Mark’s birthday, month and year which he normally used for codes such as his phone as well...
Mark awoke to the sound of his phone alarm going off, he awoke fatigued as his vision slowly came into focus. “Sigh, I feel school on top of being a new hero is going to take a heavy told on me mentally. Especially when I'm worrying about high-tech enemies like the one I faced last night. Surprised he never told me his name...in the comics the big bad guy would reveal their name as well as some big plan they have. But then again, this isn’t some comic book, this is the real world and I need to find ways to improve my heroic skills if I'm going to help those who need me”
Mark yawned walking down the hall to the bathroom as he stepped in the shower, letting the warm water run down his body. Steam filled the room as he tried to relax, thinking of how he could’ve done better against his first hostile foe instead of running away. “If that guy shows his face again...I won’t let him get away” With a determined look he got out, drying himself off before throwing on a black shirt and blue jeans.
Rushing downstairs, he looked at his phone to see it was 7AM meaning he had an hour until school started but it was a 30-minute walk to school. “Good morning Mark! Here’s some cereal for energy before class” The young teen scarfed down the bowl before drinking the milk.
“Thanks mom, see you after school!” Kissing his mother’s cheek, he grabbed his black bookbag before racing down the street as fast as he could, the wind rushing past him. (Normally it takes about 30 minutes to get to school, but if I run...I should be able to cut it down to about 12 minutes. Thanks to my spider abilities my stamina is far greater than before along with my constant training)
Mark dodged each student in his path, making sure he got to school with enough time to talk to his two friends Jake and Alex. It was 7:15 AM when he reached the large school parking lot. Pushing open the red doors of the school, the young student ran through the hallway before spotting Alex past the blue lockers standing by her locker on her phone.
Alex was a tall 15-year-old girl with short black hair and green eyes wearing a black killstrum t-shirt with red letters and a skull above the blood font letters. She also wore gray jeans. Mark came to a sudden halt right in front of her causing her phone to fall from her hand. Luckily with his spider reflexes, Mark caught her black smart phone before handing it back to her.
“Heh, sorry about that...how’s your morning going Alex?” She gave him a slight glare before responding: “It’s ok I guess, Jake’s not here and I’m defiantly not in the mood to deal with Mr. Furgerson today. What idiot put math as the 1st period of the day!? We all just woke up, you really think we have the mentally energy to do mental math about thinks we probably won’t even use in the real world!?”
Mark nodded with a slight laugh. “You’re right, it feels like after a while, most of what school teaches you is nothing more than a waste of time. The only thing that still seems relevant at this point is history, knowing history at least keeps us from repeating mistakes others have made in the past. Aside from that...the rest is something we seem to learn naturally such as reading, writing and english. Or you could just teach yourself through a book or phone at your own pase without feeling rushed”
“Alright MR. Warren, I don’t need a lesson outside of class, I can barely tolerate the ones I already have” She joked giving him a slight push. That’s when their friend Jake came running through the halls before tripping over himself as he slid across the cold-hard tiled floor landing by Mark’s feet.
“Heh, that’s one way to make an entrance Jake, maybe next time don’t trip over thin air” His friend joked helping him to his feet.
Merci pour la lecture!
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