This is just something that I’ve been playing with and having a bit of fun with it. The idea came to me while watching something and I wanted to play with a sort of pseudo-super-hero type of thing.

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“Don’t even think about coming back here,” the deep voice of the leader said as he shoved his boot into my broken rib cage.

“If you do, we might not be as nice again,” the female’s voice rang down toward me, I could barely make out her head shaking as she looked over to the leader, “sheesh, this makes what? Five times now this guy tried to do this?”

“Six.”

“Six times? What is wrong with you? Why don’t you go back to your day job and leave the crime work to the adequate villains that are actually a threat. Quit wasting our time.”

“Come on Star Blizzard, we should meet up with the others and see if they need any help.” I could hear their footsteps fading in the distance from the dirty alley ground. “You know… with real villains.”

Star Blizzard let out a laugh; there was noise that sounded as though she were activating her icy powers, probably to better transport herself and Captain Douchebag. “I doubt that the others would need our help Giant Spike, but lets see what we can do.”

In that breath, I couldn’t hear them anymore and wondered if I was even going to make it out of this shit hole alive. Attempting to move felt as though a thousand knives were stabbing me all at once and just reaching to pull off my hand sewn mask was bad enough, trying to get to my cell phone to see if it were still intact had me curled in the fetal position for several minutes and I hadn’t even retrieved it from the back of my pocket. As I fought consciousness I could hear the faint sound of someone asking me if I were okay in what seemed like the distance…

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A familiar beeping rang through my ears and I started to notice light behind my eyelids. As I slowly opened them I immediately shut them again. Of course, the hospital. I must have been found and an ambulance called for me. My bills to the emergency room are definitely going to continue to rack up at this rate. If only I could figure out the origin of their powers… perhaps I could develop one of my own? Super skin? Rock skin maybe? No… then I’d be like that douche Giant Spike. Perhaps phasing abilities? No, that would be Ghost Girl’s powers.

I had to think of something, I couldn’t continue to get my ass handed to me every time I tried to rob a bank. How could I become the greatest villain there ever was if I didn’t even have the money to fund what I wanted to do?

“Oh Danny!”

I looked up from my laying position to the door to see my grandmother there for only a second before she rushed over to my side. “What are you…” I tried to hold back coughing, that damn tickle in the back of my throat started to get to me, “doing here Grandma?” I asked and was not able to hold back coughing any longer.

“Danny I really wish you would stop getting into fights… just look at you,” I could hear the concern in her voice and it made me feel even more terrible for not being rich. She placed a hand on my cheek and rubbed it gently, touching the bruises I had and the split lip, most of which only felt bruised now instead of the stabbing pain I had felt earlier.

“I’m fine Grandma, you don’t have to concern yourself with me.” One day I’ll be able to take care of you.

“You’re not fine… the doctor said you had a mild concussion, two broken ribs, you’ve got a black eye and a split lip… you’re lucky you don’t have internal bleeding. Danny I don’t know what is going on… is it drugs? Is it money you owe someone? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

How could I tell her? She wouldn’t believe me even if I told her the truth. So I only stayed silent, keeping my eyes to the machines around me. I could hear her sigh but the only thing I could think about was how that team of super assholes got their powers… why not me?

“You know… your grandfather wouldn’t want to see you this way… I know it has been hard without him around but we really need to try and move on, move past… Besides… what would the other teachers say at school?”

“Fight club.”

“What?”

“I can’t tell you details grandma and I’m sorry, but I joined a fight club and this… this is just what is expected when being part of one.” Maybe that would at least get her to stop talking about my injuries and how I got them—

“What?? A fight club? Danny, I don’t know what is causing you to act like such a hoodlum in your adult life, but I worry for you, you need to quit this-this fighting and focus on your career,” she leaned over on the bed and took my hand in hers. “I thought you wanted to take over being principal once the current one retires? What happened to that?”

“I don’t want to work with children my entire life grandma, I have bigger ambitions than that. I just need to get everything in order first. I’ll be fine.”