"Come on Clark" said the young lady who hair was sticking up in places from stress. "Coming" yelled Clark with short brown hair and a red cape running though out the hall way on his way to the car. "Why can't I go back to school mommy." "Because last time you got mad at the teacher and picked up her desk and threw it at her." "But I didn't mean to mommy." "There not even letting you five hundred feet within school limits. After you threw a bucket of pencils out of the window, at cars with your super strength." "I promise to be good. Where are we going mommy." "The park." "Can I go down the slide." "Sure" said the young lady pulling into the parking spot in front if the car. "Go play, and remember I will always love you." " I know you do mommy." As Clark jumped out of the car and his mother drove off to never see her son again.
*I'd like to point out that I know nothing about superheroes so this is the best I could think of
"Have a seat, Bob." This was never a good sign. Every time my father spoke these words I knew that the conversation ahead would not be one of lightheartedness. Not that we ever had those types of conversations. Or any real conversations for that matter. There he sat right in front of me at the end of the dinner table, wearing a solemn expression, and gesturing for me to take the seat opposite. My mother stood behind him, a pained expression formed on her pale face, her arms crossed. I proceeded slowly to the chair as I took a seat. My face was sour. "Look son, I'm gonna get straight to the point because let's be honest, you don't wanna be havin' this conversation any more than I do. Your mother and I have been talkin', and we both agree that the whole 'Mr. Incredible' thing has gotta go. I know you think you're helpin' everybody by solvin' crimes and what not, but the real world isn't a happy place with super heroes flyin' in to save the day. You ain't gonna be able to do this forever, and it's time you go to college and get a real job. So we're sendin, ya off to medical school next month so you can get a proper education. It's time you start a new life. No more further discussion." I looked at my father with a deep sense of loathing as he rose from his chair and stalked out of the dining room, my mother tearing up at his heels. After a few minutes, I got up from the table and stormed back to my bedroom. Slamming the door behind me, I yanked my suitcase down from the top of my closet, dripping with rage. I crashed around my room as I packed up every possession that I owned. The only thing left behind now was the smashed frame that held a picture of my father and I when I was very young. Before we discovers my powers. Before I was found to be 'different'. I clutched it tightly before throwing it across the room into a plastic garbage can. I re-opened my bedroom door and stomped down the hall until I reached the front door. I took a deep breath as I opened the door, allowing the warm, summer breeze to consume me. I proceeded to take a step, beginning my new life.
We's were differnt. Brought here to work for white mans. I was born here. My gram and pappy were born in a differnt country. The homeland called Africa. They's fell in love when my pappy became head of the tribe. He was only 18, and she 16. They were captured 2 years later, and 3 years after that had my pa, who met my ma on the plantation. They was friends all their lifes, and soon found love in a hopeless place. Ma gave birth to me when she was only 15, and died durin my birth. Pa was killed for washin his hands in the wron sink. Sometimes I wonder if he did on purpose. So he could escape our life and be with my ma in a better one. I was beaten all my life for bein a rebel. My master whipped me, cut me, and burned my skin over and over again. I made sure not to fall in love so my child would not have to suffer though that sorta pain. Who woulda thought, at 17 years old, I would be standin in front of the White House rallyin up slaves to fight against the president. It musta worked due to the fact that several days later we was no longer owned by anybody.
A lot of things fall into my hat; coins, paper, spit and rain. But the strangest thing I've ever received was a card. A little rectangle of cardboard that fluttered out of the sky and landed amongst what I called my living. To anyone else it would seem useless. They would throw it out, taking only the coins and paper as their loot. But to a poor orphan boy like me, that card changed my life. A small illustration of a man in black adorned it. 'Batman' it read. Batman? I had heard that name. Man of the people, shadow of justice. Once I saw that card I didn't need money and I didn't need parents. I knew who I was going to be. I am Robin.
His hand was holding a rag up to his nose which was spilling blood and ran over his cracked lips.
"That idiot," he grumbled, shaking his head and feeling the blossoming bruise on his eye throb. "picking on a helpless kid like that."
An eleven-year-old Tony Stark sat on the long wooden bench of his school's main office, nervously glancing up at the door which read "Principle Bengdon" each time a noise like people stirring sounded.
"I saw what you did." a scrawny boy on the other end of the bench remarked.
Tony casted him a sidelong glance but said nothing, watching as the boy, certainly a year or two his junior, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"I thought it was," he paused, searching for the word, "heroic."
Tony rubbed his knuckles, which also had begun to show the discoloration characteristic of a playground brawl. "Heroic? He certainly won't see it that way." He jerked his head in the direction of the principle's office. "All they will see is the boy I knocked unconscious and a potential law suit."
The boy shrugged. "Perhaps, however, everyone who was out there knows what you did, how you were standing up for that girl. It didn't go unnoticed."
Tony leaned forward onto his knees and nodded. "I know."
Sounds erupted from inside Mr. Bengdon's office. Tony kept his eyes fixated on the ground, clenching his sore hands together in nervous anticipation.
"Stick to your guns. This school needs more people like you. A hero."
An almost melancholy smile played on the corners of Tony's lips. "I'm no hero. I just don't want to see someone be taken advantage of like that."
"That's all a hero needs to be."
The clicking of a turning handle sounded and the door to Mr. Bengdon's office opened.
Tony glanced up to see the gargantuan shape of their burly principle looming above him.
The whole town was in trouble. A villain came into the town and destroyed the town of St. Mary's. The town was horrible, bodies were scattered on the ground dead from the evil villain The Green Goblin. Buildings and houses were destroyed from the Green Goblin. He had very evil powers and skills. The town needed a good guy to save the town. Families were hurt cause some lost there loved ones. A guy in a red costume came flying in the air in the town saving and protecting people. He calls himself Spider man.
Who am I? Since my younger days I have been an excellent shot. Back in the days of my youth when I was traveling from camp to camp. I decided at a young age to join in the military, but when I joined I fit a certain profile. I was the assigned to a secret military training camp for people with special abilities. Then I improved beyond compare but my specialty was my compound bow. I could hit any target at any feet with any wind, I have the keen eye of a bird in the sky.
"Come on Clark" said the young lady who hair was sticking up in places from stress.
ReplyDelete"Coming" yelled Clark with short brown hair and a red cape running though out the hall way on his way to the car.
"Why can't I go back to school mommy."
"Because last time you got mad at the teacher and picked up her desk and threw it at her."
"But I didn't mean to mommy."
"There not even letting you five hundred feet within school limits. After you threw a bucket of pencils out of the window, at cars with your super strength."
"I promise to be good. Where are we going mommy."
"The park."
"Can I go down the slide."
"Sure" said the young lady pulling into the parking spot in front if the car. "Go play, and remember I will always love you."
" I know you do mommy." As Clark jumped out of the car and his mother drove off to never see her son again.
*I'd like to point out that I know nothing about superheroes so this is the best I could think of
ReplyDelete"Have a seat, Bob." This was never a good sign. Every time my father spoke these words I knew that the conversation ahead would not be one of lightheartedness. Not that we ever had those types of conversations. Or any real conversations for that matter. There he sat right in front of me at the end of the dinner table, wearing a solemn expression, and gesturing for me to take the seat opposite. My mother stood behind him, a pained expression formed on her pale face, her arms crossed. I proceeded slowly to the chair as I took a seat. My face was sour. "Look son, I'm gonna get straight to the point because let's be honest, you don't wanna be havin' this conversation any more than I do. Your mother and I have been talkin', and we both agree that the whole 'Mr. Incredible' thing has gotta go. I know you think you're helpin' everybody by solvin' crimes and what not, but the real world isn't a happy place with super heroes flyin' in to save the day. You ain't gonna be able to do this forever, and it's time you go to college and get a real job. So we're sendin, ya off to medical school next month so you can get a proper education. It's time you start a new life. No more further discussion." I looked at my father with a deep sense of loathing as he rose from his chair and stalked out of the dining room, my mother tearing up at his heels. After a few minutes, I got up from the table and stormed back to my bedroom. Slamming the door behind me, I yanked my suitcase down from the top of my closet, dripping with rage. I crashed around my room as I packed up every possession that I owned. The only thing left behind now was the smashed frame that held a picture of my father and I when I was very young. Before we discovers my powers. Before I was found to be 'different'. I clutched it tightly before throwing it across the room into a plastic garbage can. I re-opened my bedroom door and stomped down the hall until I reached the front door. I took a deep breath as I opened the door, allowing the warm, summer breeze to consume me. I proceeded to take a step, beginning my new life.
We's were differnt. Brought here to work for white mans. I was born here. My gram and pappy were born in a differnt country. The homeland called Africa. They's fell in love when my pappy became head of the tribe. He was only 18, and she 16. They were captured 2 years later, and 3 years after that had my pa, who met my ma on the plantation. They was friends all their lifes, and soon found love in a hopeless place. Ma gave birth to me when she was only 15, and died durin my birth. Pa was killed for washin his hands in the wron sink. Sometimes I wonder if he did on purpose. So he could escape our life and be with my ma in a better one.
ReplyDeleteI was beaten all my life for bein a rebel. My master whipped me, cut me, and burned my skin over and over again. I made sure not to fall in love so my child would not have to suffer though that sorta pain. Who woulda thought, at 17 years old, I would be standin in front of the White House rallyin up slaves to fight against the president. It musta worked due to the fact that several days later we was no longer owned by anybody.
Wow. This is incredible, Kaitlin.
DeleteBaby batman was a baby,
ReplyDeleteA winy, spoiled, rotten baby.
His childhood was kind of hazy,
But he was really crazy.
Baby batman was a baby,
Had a butler because he was lazy.
He can't even get any ladies,
I hope batman gets rabies.
I'm sensing some minor disdain here
DeleteA lot of things fall into my hat; coins, paper, spit and rain. But the strangest thing I've ever received was a card. A little rectangle of cardboard that fluttered out of the sky and landed amongst what I called my living. To anyone else it would seem useless. They would throw it out, taking only the coins and paper as their loot. But to a poor orphan boy like me, that card changed my life. A small illustration of a man in black adorned it. 'Batman' it read. Batman? I had heard that name. Man of the people, shadow of justice. Once I saw that card I didn't need money and I didn't need parents. I knew who I was going to be. I am Robin.
ReplyDeleteHis hand was holding a rag up to his nose which was spilling blood and ran over his cracked lips.
ReplyDelete"That idiot," he grumbled, shaking his head and feeling the blossoming bruise on his eye throb. "picking on a helpless kid like that."
An eleven-year-old Tony Stark sat on the long wooden bench of his school's main office, nervously glancing up at the door which read "Principle Bengdon" each time a noise like people stirring sounded.
"I saw what you did." a scrawny boy on the other end of the bench remarked.
Tony casted him a sidelong glance but said nothing, watching as the boy, certainly a year or two his junior, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"I thought it was," he paused, searching for the word, "heroic."
Tony rubbed his knuckles, which also had begun to show the discoloration characteristic of a playground brawl. "Heroic? He certainly won't see it that way." He jerked his head in the direction of the principle's office. "All they will see is the boy I knocked unconscious and a potential law suit."
The boy shrugged. "Perhaps, however, everyone who was out there knows what you did, how you were standing up for that girl. It didn't go unnoticed."
Tony leaned forward onto his knees and nodded. "I know."
Sounds erupted from inside Mr. Bengdon's office. Tony kept his eyes fixated on the ground, clenching his sore hands together in nervous anticipation.
"Stick to your guns. This school needs more people like you. A hero."
An almost melancholy smile played on the corners of Tony's lips. "I'm no hero. I just don't want to see someone be taken advantage of like that."
"That's all a hero needs to be."
The clicking of a turning handle sounded and the door to Mr. Bengdon's office opened.
Tony glanced up to see the gargantuan shape of their burly principle looming above him.
"Mr. Stark? In my office. Now."
The whole town was in trouble. A villain came into the town and destroyed the town of St. Mary's. The town was horrible, bodies were scattered on the ground dead from the evil villain The Green Goblin. Buildings and houses were destroyed from the Green Goblin. He had very evil powers and skills. The town needed a good guy to save the town. Families were hurt cause some lost there loved ones. A guy in a red costume came flying in the air in the town saving and protecting people. He calls himself Spider man.
ReplyDeleteWho am I?
ReplyDeleteSince my younger days I have been an excellent shot. Back in the days of my youth when I was traveling from camp to camp. I decided at a young age to join in the military, but when I joined I fit a certain profile. I was the assigned to a secret military training camp for people with special abilities. Then I improved beyond compare but my specialty was my compound bow. I could hit any target at any feet with any wind, I have the keen eye of a bird in the sky.