I sit in this make up chair as Dawn fixes my face. She is a cute girl about 5’6” a bit plain she probably has some whole story about how she got here hopes and dreams about where she is going and probably has a cute cat. I honestly don’t care. At this moment I am trying not to hyperventilate after going through some of the most traumatic shit in my life and lying about it. I never knew my family. The people that died that day were a nice foster family who had me for a week. They were trying to be nice and take me to a theme park in order to get me to like them. That does not make good television however.
Don’t get me wrong what happed to the Greenlands was defiantly tragic, but I am defiantly playing it up for the camera to get people to like Newton. It’s kind of dickish. Well, being a nice guy does not pay the bills.
“Newt. Newt honey please look up, just like that... great.” Dawn trying to get me to look up to apply more make up on my eyebags? Whatever it takes.
Huh the ceiling has burn marks in it that seems odd… If a makeup artist gets make up in a sups eye who has an eye power of some sort…. I wonder how many makeup artists Truemight goes through?
“Wyatt, you listening? Pay attention we want the debut to go down without a hitch”
Jenny My handler at an even five foot nothing petite brunette, is always angry like if things do not go just so the world will collapse and it will be my fault. What’s worse though is she has the power of total recall anything that has ever happened she can and will recall it perfectly in agonizing detail. Here I am inner monologuing like a good sup, however it looks like she is getting to a shade of red which means I’m in deep…
“Shit Wyatt pay attention. This is an important step in your hero carrier. You are no longer in the Supper Tots anymore. You are Newton. Who, as of today, is part of Truemight Industries and if you screw up here you will be doing kids birthday parties in some back-alley ghetto. So please, for the love of God, pay attention.”
I watch as she finally takes a breath. She looks as nervous as I feel about my debut. It is nice someone appears to care.
“Phase one getting suit up we are going into wardrobe to get your work outfit after here phase two the Merkley brothers will start the bank heist you let them do the villain spiel and you come in on… “
She pauses looking towards me expecting an answer.
“Um something, something, swamp, and then bam! I take out the baddies?”
Wrong answer. I wonder how much more crimson her face could turn before she started bursting blood vessels? So much rage in such a small package
“No. no. no. no! when you hear the line:
““Now that you bankers are all bogged down its time to lichen your load.””
That dialog is just awful.
“Then you burst in and say:”
“” It is I! Newton! I have come to drain the swamp!””
At least I get a check. Remember puns are the highest form of comedy. Not self-deprecation or poop jokes…. Puns. I do need this job.
Not noticing my inner pain, Jenny continues.
“You then go over knock them out, and tie them up. The cops will show up and you can hand the baddies over to them and the rest is history. Just make sure you stay away from the fringe press and get back here for your post job interview with Aubry. Then we will be golden. You would have your perfect debut. The Murk brothers will be cut a check and Truemight will have another new super under our branch. Any questions?”
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Seeing that I was paying attention this time seemed to have calmed Jenny down a little bit. As her attentive pupil I did not want to disappoint. I asked her the first question that came to mind.
“Um what if something goes off script?”
She rolls her eyes at me.
“You think you’re the first noob to come through here we do this same schtick at least two to three times a year. That being said, if anything does go off script try to improvise and get back on script as quickly as possible. There should be no reason to go off script and if there is everyone is losing money including me. So please stay on script. Everyone is a professional here, as long as you follow the script everything should be fine.”
Jenny looks down towards her watch and grimaces.
“Okay we are slightly behind. Let’s get you suited up and over to the bank.”
My suit was nothing special yellow spandex with some padding sewn in for muscles. A stylized N on my chest and the Truemight logo on the back of the costume. It also came with a very flimsy domino mask. They want to show off the pearly whites for the camera. Honestly the outfit was all show it would not hold up in a real fight. Ok bulging cup, cornstarch, and spandex. Check, check, and check. All muscles properly aligned and away we go.
After helping me into the costume Jenny hands me a small device.
“Ok Wyatt take this ear piece. I’ll be with you the whole time. Relax and try not to screw it up. I’m counting on you.”
I put the earpiece in my ear and activated my powers. My powers are quite unique from most speedsters. The average speedsters can just go from 0 to 100 in a heartbeat making everything stand still they usually have a high metabolism and slowly go insane with how slow the world goes around them. Me on the other hand I gradually build up speed, I’m not slow mind you but it takes me a slight moment for me to get going but when I do nothing can stop me. The faster I go the denser I become. It also works the other way too. If I choose not to move you can’t move me, I am the unstoppable force and the immovable object it just take a bit to engage them. (AUTHORS NOTE: NEED TO QUANTIFY POWERS STILL FIGUREING THEM OUT) I make it to the bank with time to spare.
Hocktone Federal Reserve was where most crimes went down now adays. It’s supposed to be a very open well-lit bank. It has solid marble floors, decent acoustics, and has been perfect spot to showcase a new Supes the past couple of years.
I approached the building from the west side entrance. Honestly, I don’t see why it matters but Jenny insisted beforehand that there is just something slightly more heroic about a hero entering the scene from the left, whatever. I went on over to the side entrance which was on the second story. I had to execute a little super hero hop, no biggie. As I entered the second story, I could hear Ron giving a very enthusiastic monologue. You have to respect the monologue. Peaking over the rail I could see Ron on one of the desks, waving a gun around at the extras. There were no real bank employees at this branch for years, all these people were just paid extras. The Murk brothers were also fake. I met both of them before my debut. Ron and Harold were not really related at all. They have been in the supe game for the past ten years as different baddies. Ron has a great illusion power, while Harold can do a lot with sound. Not quite sure how Harolds powers contribute, but I’ve been told it really adds to the ambiance of the performance. Speaking of Harold where is he. Ah there by the vault looking like he’s trying to crack it. In all reality it sounds like he is amplifying Rons voice. It also sounds like he is giving it a little more bass and getting rid of his natural nasalness. Nice.
It sounds like it’s going to be a bit yet. I guess while I wait here for my que, I can do a little bit of exposition.
in the late 90s and the early 2000s heroes and villains were real and bad. Each side killed the other. No one was safe. There were huge insurance claims, law suites, devastation, and death. The world was anarchy. Then Truemight showed up. He was everywhere. When a crime was being committed, boom he appeared and it was ended. Someone robbed a bank; boom he was there. Bomb threat? Nope. Hostages? Nahda. Any crime at any time, Truemight showed up and put an end to it. What is really scary no one knows what his power is. He just is and if you do anything outside of the law, he is there to stop you. Crime died out within three months of him coming on to the scene. It put a lot of supes out of work. Villainy was stopped and everyone had to figure out what to do now that their jobs were obsolete. Truemight, being the great guy that he is, knew supes needed a new purpose. The way I heard it, Truemight was always a big fan of wresting. So, a new peridinin was born. Villains vs capes, cops and robbers. A tale as old as time, given out to the masses on paper view. Everyone loves it and can’t get enough of this fake show. Except for the last villain the Judicator. The only one left who schemes and plots and commits actual crimes. Not a lot is known of the Judicator. Only that when something villainous happens, he is at its center. He is the last holdout of villainy in this city and many a chat room has speculated on how he is able to get pass Truemight. But I digress it sounds like my time is almost here.