Saga 3 Episode 39: Origin Story Material

## **I**

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44LCEpEAmAU )

All in dramatic slow motion Oscar winning camera directing

Ten minutes after the explosion occurs, Ryoji Tech emergency medical services is able to get Steven in an ambulance and across the downtown area to get to Kasaihana General Hospital. The EMT’s barge his gurney through the emergency room doors yelling out orders to one another but he can’t hear them. His lab coat lays down on the floor in the lab where the place still releases sparks from the accident. His shirt is cut open and remote monitors are attached to his chest to keep the professionals knowledgeable about his slow heart rate. Once inside of the hospital there is a group of doctors who take Steven from the EMT’s and they hurry to get him into an operating room. A group of orderlies grab his body and lift it onto the operating table. Many hands work to get the actual monitors hooked up to him as quickly as they can. But as they take the time to do this one of the doctors points towards the heart rate monitor.

Doctor 1: We are losing him! Get the crash cart in here NOW!

Steven’s eyes are shut and his body motionless like a limb corpse. They begin to open up an airway from his mouth to his lungs so he can breathe but his body is giving out on him  like something is killing him from the inside. Within the next few seconds his heart actually flat lines and the loud infamous beep noise of the heart rate monitor fills the entire operating room. Just in the nick of time the crash cart is placed beside him and a doctor begins to charge the defibrillator. The sound of electricity charging at an alarming rate is heard just seconds before the doctor places the device on the two dressings on his body to be jolted.

Doctor 2: CLEAR!

Just as he says this he activates the machine and Steven’s body jolts up with his back lifting up off the table because of the electricity surging through his body. His heart beat appears for a few moments but then returns back to a rate of zero. The doctor charges the defibrillator once more and places the device against the dressings once more.

Doctor 2: CLEAR!

The second jolt of electricity surges throughout his entire body, bonding with the isotopes that are now inside of his body and it acts like a chemical reaction inside of the young teenager’s body. The strands of DNA inside of his body begin to mutate, using the electricity to active the isotopes that begin to bond with his DNA strands. This changes the entire physical makeup of his body, forging him into something different than a human being.

(http://s.hswstatic.com/gif/cause-dna-mutation-1.jpg  )

Once the electricity gets through his entire body, Steven jolts up with eyes wide open and revealing something else about him. No longer having the brown eyes that he has had for fifteen years of his life; he now has bright crimson red iris.

(http://www.wall321.com/thumbnails/detail/20130114/eyes%20red%20eyes%20selective%20coloring%201920x1200%20wallpaper\_www.wall321.com\_31.jpg  )

Steven falls back to the bed with his eyes fluttering in and out before once again becoming unconscious for the doctors to finish working on him.

The next Day

He is asleep in a hospital bed now only having the standard amount of monitors attached to his body and he is being well rested after everything the doctors had done for him. Standing outside of the room is his mother Lupe talking with the head surgeon that worked on Steven. Lupe has her arms crossed and a tissue in her hand from crying all night from worrying about her only child.

Lupe: So what are you telling me right now, Doctor?

Doctor 1: We’ve done every scan we have and everything seems to check out. Your son by all accounts has a clean bill of health. I wish we could tell you more, Ma’am. But medicine isn’t an exact science, we don’t work with black and white. We had complications with your son early on with the procedures but we have been able to get him back to where he is today; stable and more than likely ready to go home sometime today.

Lupe: You said my son was DEAD…not hurt, not almost gone, but GONE…How can there be NOTHING wrong with him after whatever he got hit with KILLED him?

Doctor 1: He places his hand on Lupe’s shoulder I’m sorry Mrs. Torres. But there isn’t much more we can do. You can check for yourself but the MRI, CT Scan, and every other investigative tool we have in medicine is all pointing towards your son being perfectly fine. You should consider yourself lucky.

Lupe nods her head and places the tissue up to her eye to wipe away a tear that began to well up on the corner of her right eye. After the conversation comes to a close she walks back into the room and she sits down in a chair right next to Steven’s bed. She clasps her hands around Steven’s right hand and begins to pray, completely lost on what could have happened to her son in that lab.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgDcRu\_qvy8&list=PLYNBny7IRlVnrGC-RuQIVVorxDUTCk6dV&index=1&shuffle=12785  ) His alarm set itself off once again. Jamal’s eyes began to open up and he let the crust sit on his lashes for a little while before he hugged his pillow tighter. He didn’t want to go to school. He didn’t feel like it. In fact he felt pretty good….which was weird. He never felt this good in the mornings. Sitting up he scratched his head for a moment and mumbled some words to himself. Looking down at his phone he saw a picture message and it was from lizzy. He opens  up the image and peers at it through the darkness.\_

\*Good morning baaaaabe, see you at school today\* http://pre10.deviantart.net/cadf/th/pre/f/2015/352/5/4/rainbow\_mika\_colors\_by\_pedroshinka-d9kl9ao.jpg

\_Jamal bit his lip but the morning wood wasn’t good to him as he already had a hardy. Getting out of bed, he stretches his arms and scratches his balls feeling himself. He felt himself one more time not sure of what he was feeling.\_

Jamal: Is that….muh dick?

\_Jamal went into bathroom to look at himself only to see a rather…different build. He checked himself out, and while he wsasn’t bad, he a lot more tone!\_

Jamal: I look like bruce lee…AWESOME! Don’t’ know what happened, but I doooooooon’t care. I cant wait to show my pops, he’ll be proud!

\_Jamal throws on some clothes, a long sleeve graphic t shirt and some black jeans and matching converses, when he picked up his phone again with a text. It was from…Steven’s mom? For one why does she have his number, and two who knew she could text? He opened it up and the message itself (if he was white) turned his face pale. He kept yammering to himself “No, No, No” over and over again and he knocks on his father’s door. No one answered. He must be on one again.

Jamal:“I told him about those purple and pink drinks in white cups. Damn.”

\_Jamal grabs the keys at the door, and runs outside. He runs to open the driver side door but the door snaps off the hinge a bit. The car is already shitty so it didn’t matter as he cranked it up, and took off down the concrete! Making his way there after his terrible driving got him there on a hair. He ask the front desk woman where Steven’s room is and she directs him there accordingly. Taking the elevator and waiting casually, and impatiently, he makes his way out and bust in through the door making a dramatic entrance!\_

Jamal: I GOT DIBS ON THE PLAYSTATION 4-oh. You’re alive. Well good. Hey Miss Torres. –waves- I drove. Don’t tell my dad please. –He claps his hands together with a goofy grin on his face-

\_making his way by stevens beside he offers him a fist bump\_

Jamal: Sup? You’re not dead….or are you? OoooooWEEEEEEEEoooooo

II
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Some hours pass after Lupe’s conversation with the doctor and Steven is now awake, feeling rather amazing in fact. He sits on the edge of his bed with his feet dangling down towards the ground. Lupe looks at her son’s physique seeing the change in the amount of muscles he now has. She shakes her head, chalking it up to the fact that he is a growing boy and he is probably doing some type of crossfit or something of that nature. Steven looks at his arms and sees how ripped they are for someone his age and he can’t hardly believe it. His mind is a rather intelligent one however and unlike his mother he can’t just chalk it up to coincidence.

What on Earth happened to me that night? I feel…different. My body feels refreshed and my mind as potent as ever. Please don’t tell me I just went through some kind of change and I become a monster with bug wings and an ugly snout or something.

One of the nurses is overlooking him, testing his vitals to see if he is actually going through the normal levels. It only lasts a few seconds and she sees that his heartrate is at sixty two beats per minute, nothing out of the ordinary for a teenager his age.

Nurse: Well it looks like we are all finished up here. You might be able to get yourself out of the hospital and get back to school by next week.

Steven: Greaaatttt. Just what every teen wants to here. He’s able to go back to school.

Lupe: Oh hush your mouth before I smack you.

Steven: Yes, Mom.

Right after the nurse takes her exit of the room, Jamal comes rolling in yelling about how he gets to keep his play station. After he begs steven’s mom not to tell on him for driving; she shakes her head towards him while squinting her eyes in anger.

Lupe: You are lucky you have a good reason for doing such a thing. Since you are here, keep an eye on Steven while I go get the paper work to get him out of here.

\_As she walks out of the room Jamal would feel a painful thumb on the head from Lupe smacking him upside the head like any mother would to a bad kid. Once she is gone, Steven extends his fist out to bump it with Jamal’s and now Steven catches eye of Jamal looking a little different as well. Seeing the more muscular physique brings Steven to raise a brow of curiosity.

Steven: I am very much alive, thank you very much.

After speaking, he’d hop off of the bed to be at standing level with Jamal, reaching over to the chair to grab his shirt so he can cover himself up. Once the shirt is on, he’d look back over to Jamal and he would be able to see the change in eye color, how Steven went from brown to crimson red eyes might come as a very big shock for his long time childhood friend.

Steven: I don’t think my internship with Ryoji Tech will last much longer now that I am somewhat responsible for about half a million dollars’ worth of damage to their building and the disappearance of one of their senior staff. I hope I don’t get in trouble for that. Man that would succkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. What about you man? Did you and ole snowflake have a wild night or something? You look different. You know they say men can grow a little bit after having sex for the first time? Huh huh? Is that what you did? Please tell me you finally got to get it in with her. I can’t almost die before you lost your virginity. That shouldn’t be how the world works.

He then breaks out in a slight laugh before waiting to hear a response from his buddy about what happened to him last night, trying to take things off the mundane questions of concern that people would give him about the accident. Knowing Jamal he would most likely catch onto that fact and maybe go with the conversation about him instead of talking about the explosion.

\_He winces a bit and rubs the back of his head where Mrs.Torres had hit him and it stung a good bit. He mumbled but heard Steven mention he was very much alive. They both were if it meant anything but as being boys one would never just blurt out “I’m so glad your okay” with such emotion. When he mentions that he wont be able to intern with Ryoji Tech anymore, he frowned with the corner of his mouth\_

Jamal: dude that sucks balls by every account. You aint gone get in trouble you’re the victim.

“What about you man? Did you and ole snowflake have a wild night or something? You look different. You know they say men can grow a little bit after having sex for the first time? Huh huh? Is that what you did? Please tell me you finally got to get it in with her. I can’t almost die before you lost your virginity. That shouldn’t be how the world works.”

\_Jamal laughs a bit, putting his hands on his hips before he sighs and brushed his finger across his nose\_

Jamal: Hell nah I didn’t hit. She went off with some motorcycle driving freak! He had a leather jacket and everything! Apparently they were friends or something? Ion know. I think she been sucking dick. –folds his arms angrily- I mean that’s what all girls do when they ignore your text anyway. least I think so.

\_He then looks around before speaking again..\_

Jamal: So you think we SHOULD go to school or should we ditch for the day. I have my pops car we can go anywhere we want and I’ve got like…20 bucks. Grab some Wacdonalds and go watch the senior citizens cuss each other out. –stares for a minute- Dude what happened to your eyes? You wearing contacts now nigga? I’m not saying that’s gay. But I mean I wouldn’t walk around with some bright ass blue contacts on. –takes the hair band off his wrist, and stuffs his hair into a pony tail-

Steven: She did what!? Yooooo That’s thotty behavior right there, man. You can’t be letting thick white girls like her go ride with niggas with motorcycles. That might as well be the pussy destroyer 3000, Jay. I bet she sucked a nigga dick for free too…What a shame. Wait? Contacts?? What the shit do you mean, contacts?

Steven races over into the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror to see crimson eyes staring back at him. He places his hands on the back of his head and begins to freak out about the revaltion of a new eye color painted across the iris of his eyes.

Steven: Holy shit! These aren’t contacts bro! This must be like a side effect or something from the explosion!

Steven tries to calm down and it seems to be accomplished when he remembers Jamal brought up the idea of going out to go get some food from Wacdonalds. Steven turns around to face him and shrugs his shoulders towards his friend.

Steven: Bruh Wacdonalds got that new six for six meal making everyone get nice and fat. You can get six items for six dollars, fam. You got twenty bucks, that sounds like more than enough to get us good on full for the day besides…I am actually hungry as all hell right about now. And if these red eyes are permanent you better not start getting funny about it or I’ll be that guy and bring up the fact that I only got these cause I almost died. You ain’t gon be roastin me about it.

Steven makes his way out of the room hoping that Jamal would follow. Before they get too far from the room, Lupe comes back with some papers in her hand and a waving finger telling them to stop.

Lupe: You two must be high as a kite if you think I am going to let the two of you out of my sight.

Steven: Come on mom, he is just taking me to school.

Lupe: Do I look like I was born yesterday, mejo? I know you two are just going to gaff this off and go act like homeless who have nothing better to do with their days. And you think you can ask me this after you almost got yourself killed. You must be crazy.

Steven: Now mom…Maybe it is because I almost died that you should let me do this. Now I can have a new appreciation of what life is reallllyyyyy all about. Give me one day, I have straight A’s anyways. What will one day hurt?

It takes a few more minutes of debating and arguing from the mother and son combo before they can finally get Lupe to this point.

Lupe: Fine! You can go hang out with your friend as long as you make sure to wash the dishes, clean your room, and get your homework done before I get home from work today.

Steven: Sounds like a plan! I probably just sold my soul here but a plan is a plan! Let’s roll out like Decepticons.

If Jamal waited for him, the two would now be able to walk out of the hospital and make their way to the parking lot or wherever Jamal has his father’s car parked..

Jamal: Side effects of the explosions huh?

\_Jamal folded his arms and tilted his head with a corner frown looking at his friend. Maybe it was a chemical side effect? He wasn’t a scientist so he didn’t bother with the details: they’d only make his head hurt. When he mentioned the six for six meal doe Jamal perked up real fucking quick.\_

Jamal: Woohoo! Let’s get right!

\_HOWEVER they were instantly fun blocked my Stevens mom. Jamal never showed disappointment when she was around, if anything he straightened up real quick. Shoulders back, head up, back straight and stiff as a board. He listened to her scold them about going somewhere especially since well…he DID almost die yesterday. Jamal wanted to talk to him about it but he didn’t know how to approach people with near death experiences. After what seemed like forever arguing he’d talked her down and they were able to go!\_

Steven: Sounds like a plan! I probably just sold my soul here but a plan is a plan! Let’s roll out like Decepticons.

Jamal: SCREW A DECEPTICON DARNET!

\_As they made their way into the parking lot jamal would’ve whistled a tune as he went over to the driver seat door. Opening it carefully since it was broken earlier, he pulled it only for the entire door to fall off and lay on the ground. The silver handle still in his hand.\_

Jamal:………Nope. Not even gonna address it he can kill me later. We aren’t gone get no bitches in this thing now.

\_Hopping inside the doorless driver seat laughing Jamal cranked the car up and pluged his aux cord into his phone. Selecting a song he exclaimed.\_

Jamal: Que awesome driving music montage!!!

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sg0CeRog-yQ ) \_The song skipped the original picked track and he’d look over at Steven before shrugging, cranking the car up and taking off! He was by no means the BEST driver but he was good enough to fool the cops into thinking he COULD drive in the first place. As he turned corners, ran maybe 1 or 2 red lights on accident, and 5 stop signs, they finally made it to Wacdonalds. He stuck his head out the space of the driver side with no door and looked to make sure he could park and he did. Cutting the car off he sighed, stepping out and stretching his arms\_

Jamal: I’m totally gonna have a permit by the time this is all over. Let’s go catch this meal and eat outside at that patio thingy.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3FqwLFhs4U&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkGIvnkPjuzjEbsd-FMC8T9&index=6 )\_Following Jamal inside they’d be at the counter and the instore music would’ve blasted from the celling speakers. He walked inside with a pep in his step and slammed his hands on the counter looking at the cashier who was not only a long time friend but a very attractive one to boot. She had raven black hair and a light skin African American complexion, caramel at best. She had big brown eyes, and a well-rounded face with a body that was too good to be working in fast food. Her hair unlike most negro women was naturally grown out, with no additional weave. Half of it braided and the other half long and flowing thanks to the natural remedies she puts in her always delightful smelling hair.\_

Jamal: Well, well, well if it isn’t my favorite employee. You gonna hook me and my boy up with some free food domi salami?

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Domi: Oh my god, shut the fuck up. –smiles-

Jamal: Don’t talk to me like that! Not infront of company! Oh Steven this is my wife Domi. Domi, this is steven.

Domi: Hey nice to meet you I’m his BEST FRIEND. –she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out at him- now order your food already so I can go on break.

Jamal: I want two six for six’s. Make mine the frito lay chill cheese burger one. –waits for steven to order-

Domi: that’ll be 12.12.

\_Jamal handed her the 20 and she took it, counting out his change and giving him a five dollar bill back.\_

Jamal: Nigga hold up I’m short 3 bucks.

Domi: You mean short three bucks out of the 30 you owe me? Yeah I never forgot and thank yoooou.

\_Jamal narrowed his eyes at her before he and steven were to wait at the service counter for their food.\_

Jamal: She totes wants me.

## III

When they get to the car Steven can’t help but notice how the door falls off the car as if it got ripped off. His eyes stare at the hinges and see how the door looks like it got pulled right through them. His vision zooms in on the hinges specifically and having that happen causes Steven to rub his eyes a bit wondering how the hell he “zoomed” in with his eyes. After rubbing his eyes a bit he reaches for the door with his right hand and he doesn’t even notice that as he touches the door a bright red electrical charge travels from his hand to the metal handle. Once inside of the vehicle Steven looks at Jamal with a “You know you fucked up face.”

Steven: You know your dads going to fuck you up cause of the door right?

It takes them a couple of minutes of another near death experience called Jamal’s Driving before they pull up to Wacdonalds. Steven has to thank God once again for getting him out of back to back death sentences. This is probably a Final Destination type thing. Once they get inside, Steven takes a look at the girl working and he can’t help but take  johny Bravo jawdrop.

Steven: dayummmmm, Daniel.

But Steven quickly changes up gears when he sees Jamal talking to her and then he is shortly introduced to her.

Domi: Oh my god, shut the fuck up. –smiles-

Jamal: Don’t talk to me like that! Not infront of company! Oh Steven this is my wife Domi. Domi, this is steven.

Domi: Hey nice to meet you I’m his BEST FRIEND. –she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out at him- now order your food already so I can go on break.

Steven gasps in Spanish while placing a right hand on his chest as if he were offended by that statement she just said to him.

Steven: I’ll take what he’s having. With a root beer.

After he orders and Domi walks away from the counter to go get their food, Steven looks at Jamal smacking his shoulder with his hand.

Steven: I thought I was your bestfriend!? …Oh wait…She has a vagina…Makes sense now.

He says this sarcastically before waiting for the food. Steven rests his elbows on the counter, leaning on it to rest.

Steven: You two look pretty cute. I mean, black people like hooking off with other black people too right? Or are you that type who only goes after snow bunnies? Cause at least she ain’t the ratchet type to have sixteen other people’s hair in her head and calls it her own. Or better yet, at least she ain’t ridin on the back of some dude’s dick…I mean motorcycle…But that’s none my bidness thoughhhhh.

After speaking Steven raises his hand up as if he were mimicking the Kermit the frog meme and waits to see what Jamal says back. While he waits he can feel his stomach growling at him from starvation.

\_When Steven quips about him being his best friend instead of Domi, Jamal huffs.\_

Jamal: Vaginas DO make differences  you know.

\_He’d also said they looked pretty cute together to which Jamal had heard this from a lot of people. Even his father said she looked like she’d be the girl for him. She had a job, good grades, and seemed like she’d be the overly faithful type. Something jamal needed and something he wasn’t sure he’d have in Lizzy. Before he started drifting off having a complete drake moment on the spot he snapped outo f it when he mentioned Lizzy on the motorcycle with that one guy. Two trays were slid in front of them and Jamal grabbed his while making his way to the table outside.\_

Jamal: Man fuck her. I found out that guy’s name to. Names Cho Kiry-what’s it. One of these days I’m gonna get that guy. Still I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt. I have to try. –sits down-

\_Jamal begins to unwrap his burger about to ask Steven about the explosion…he was his best friend so it’s only right that he try to bring it up subtly. People who experience death, even for a few minutes or seconds, it can change someone’s world forever. With that Jamal made sure he could bring it up in the most understanding way possible.\_

Jamal: So…nigga did you die yesterday?? The hell happened. You look perfectly fine and you have red eyes. Like you mutated or some shit like that. –takes a bite of his burger- freak.

Both of the boys take their food and sit down, Steve listening to Jamal as he talks about his girl troubles. Once they sit down, Steven takes the wrapping of his burger and begins to open it up to reveal the food inside. All he can think about is the food he is about to eat, his stomach practically aching to get food. Steven lifts the burger up as if this is the only thing that matters in the world. Just before he can actually take a bite, Jamal brings up the explosion. Hearing what Jamal says, Steven slowly looks towards him with a pretty blank expression.

Steven: Technically, Yeah I did.

He says it with a serious tone to try and get Jamal to feel bad about joking about him dying because in truth, he actually did die on the operating table for a few seconds. But Steven isn’t the kind of person to actually have that weigh on Jamal. After a few seconds of keeping this serious silence, Steven starts to laugh.

Steven: Come on, man. Don’t make such a thing about it…I mean, I know it’s weird for me to just be “Okay”, I guess…I just don’t want people to start worrying about me or treating me different for it. I haven’t even told Kathy about it and you know I tell her pretty much everything. If people found out I survived something like that, you know how many Omege Gene jokes I’d have to hear? Or how many people would start fucking with me just to see if I changed? If you aren’t a registered hero in this town you are looked at like the god damn plague. And I know I ain’t no hero or even have powers for that matter…so why should I even try and tell people what happened to me? I just decided to skip school for the day and quit my job. That’s all there is to it. Okay?

He looks at Jamal with a kind of “Do you get it now?” expression in the hopes that he will understand that Steven really doesn’t want people to know about this. The fact that his mom and Jamal know about it is more than enough for him. Steven waits for Jamal’s response and if it was one he liked, Steven would nod his head and finally come to take a bite from his burger. A few more minutes pass and just their luck, three unwanted guests come walking into the place. Steven doesn’t see it because his back is too the door but the three cholo’s who attacked him yesterday before work come strolling in with their cacki shorts sagged down and white t-shirts about two sizes too big for them. One steps up to the register to order, greeting Domi in the process.

Cholo 1: Ayeee girl, let me get a number 2 with extra hot sauce and uhhh, the fuck you two stupidheads want aye?

Cholo 2: Hook it up with a number 5, essay. I gotchu later when we go to the casa.

Cholo 3: Yeah that 5 is that fire.

Cholo 1: You heard them, aye.

He’d go on to pay and as Domi walks away, the cholo turns to see Steven and Jamal enjoying their food and minding their own business.

CHolo 1: Oooooo look it here, homes. Isn’t this the lil bitch who we fucked up yesterday for stealing that piece of white meat form us.

Cholo 2: Si, that’s him mannn. Ain’t no teacher out here now to protect yo lil weak ass. Who’s this your girlfriend?

As the second cholo asks this, he would attempt to flick Jamal’s hair to emasculate him and embarrass him.

Cholo 1: You know we really wanted to tear that blond chica up yesterday…Ain’t no issue with a no at the start cause they always turn it into a yes when we are done with um’.

Steven looks away from them trying not to show his anger at how they are talking about one of his friends. He keeps his head down but this only comes to make it worse. The cholo uses his hand to slam the burger out of Steven’s hands just trying to get any little reaction from him.

Cholo 1: Aye, I am talking to you motherfucker. You want another ass beating or what, aye!? I think that’s what you want, homes!

The third cholo puts his attention on Jamal, reaching down for his burger and attempting to snatch it out of his hands. If this were to happen, Jamal would be able to look up and see this guy chomp down on his burger.

Cholo 3: Thanks, homes. I’m starving. You might just not get that ass whooped for being so generous. But that won’t save you from my other homies here.

IV
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\_Jamal would’ve been eating his food and listening to steven. When he reacts to his comment, he stops chewing for a second as he thought he was sensing the change of tone in the air. But when steven sarted luaging the distraught feeling went away and he stated chewing again.\_

Jamal: You bastard making me feel bad and shit. But yeah I wouldn’t want to be the butt of those jokes either. Me and you get enough hell as it is, as far as I’m concerned. But hey do you man. It would be pretty cool if we got powers. I’d use them to kick that Cho guy’s ass….gah! a fucking mothercyle. –angrily eats his fries-

\_Just as he was eating however three people began to make their way outside. Jamal knew who they were and he hated being around them so he tended to ignore them the best he could. He knkew they were trouble incarnate….as soon as they opened their mouths towards him and steven Jamal let out a sight hearing them talk. One of them flipped Jamal’s hair and Jamal looked at him sideways. Putting his elbows on the table and covering his mouth with his hands in a Sasuke esque fashion he sighed letting their mockery play itself out. They made a few jokes here but the real moment of truth came when one of them snatched the burger of Jamal’s plate. His pupils dialted and something happened in that moment to his mental state. Maybe it was the Adderall he took before he ate, or his innate fatboy senses that didn’t want him to give his food up. He realized why he shouldn’t and the cholo was…talking. He was saying something but Jamal couldn’t understand his words. He couldn’t comprehend them over the sound of his boiling rage of having the burger he bought with his last bit of money eaten and taken away from him. It was at this very moment jamal determined something very important.\_

\*This was not lit.\*

\_Jamal sprang up! Jumping up towards the Cholo with a grunt in his voice! He hadn’t been in a fight since the fourth grade and he got jumped then! But he wasn’t about to sit here and let someone just take his food like that! He might’ve let it go back then…before he might’ve just polited asked them to leave. But not today, he was already going to be in trouble for the door of the car, might as well go out with a bang right? Well int his case it was a pretty big bang and one he wasn’t even aware of it’s result until after the fact. Jamal rose up and shoulder tackled the cholo but rather it turn into a straight fist fight….the guy went flying backwards, crashing into the other set of metal chairs and table that were closest to the entrance! Jamal stood up and looked at the scene. He blinked once before looking around. He looked down at himself and then looked to Steven\_

Jamal: Dude what the hell was that?!?!?!?

\_Jamal looked at him and heard him groaning in pain! He…wasn’t getting back up! He must’ve broken something…he caused someone else physical pain! And he low key enjoyed it! Still looking at his hands, the other Cholo’s would’ve probably been rallied by the whole thing…but not as much as Jamal was. He wasn’t sure what the hell happened.\_

Jamal: I’ve never been capable of physical force that high in my entire life! This must be what puberty feels like.

Steven’s eyes widen in envy as he watches Jamal get up and practically shoulder blast the cholo who stole his burger all the way across the room. Steven stands up to see the cholo writhing in pain and he can’t help but laugh at enjoyment of it.

Steven: Holy Shit! Get Reck’d, Son!

At that moment Steven feels a tap on his shoulder and turns to see the first cholo sending a first his way for laughing at his body getting hit! Steven can barely even react as the fist is well on his way to smashing into his face. But just before the fist makes contact with his face, primal instinct takes over and something about Steven changes. He doesn’t even realize it but his body adapts and shifts to where he will be protected from said punch. The density of his body increases within that short span of time between when Steven sees the punch being thrown and when it actually makes contact. The moment the cholo’s hand hits the skin of Steven’s body it feels like he is punching hardened steel and his hand completely shatters from the inside where the bones break from the knuckle up to the wrist! Steven’s face doesn’t even jiggle or create a ripple on his skin because of the increase of density that he has! After releasing the punch the cholo takes a few steps back holding his now deformed and broken hand sceaming in pain. Steven slowly turns to look at Jamal who probably just saw this.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzmpl6783Hs )

Steven: So maybe something did happen to me…I might be happy in about two seconds when these guys pull knives. They are cholo’s you just KNOW they have knives.

And sure enough the broken handed cholo uses his good hand to pull out a switch blade and the second cholo who is left standing begins to stand in front of Jamal, standing about a whole foot taller than him.

Cholo 2: You ain’t gon hurt me like you did my homie, essay.

And just like his buddy, the second cholo pulls out his own knife and charges to attack Jamal!

Cholo 1: Now imma slice you up! No one makes me bleed my own blood!

The cholo thrusts his hand towards Steven’s ribs and moving with instinct alone, Steven slides to the left and then the right over and over until finally Steven just thrusts his right hand forward in the best punch he could give without any day of training. But thankfully for him the increase of density is still present around him and his punch hits this cholo in the face with the strength of a professional strong man! The cholo takes the punch head on and his skull whiplashes violently, forcing him to be launched back towards the building wall. His back slams into the wall and he falls down directly into one of the booth chairs of the restaurant! Steven’s eyes widen intensively and he looks down at his fist completely confused as to what the shit just happened. If Jamal had handled the second cholo, Steven would turn to look at him and see that both of them are perfectly fine…well…in relative terms to not having been stabbed.

Steven: Okay see this shouldn’t have happened. How is it that WE…You…Me…You and I…US!...How is it we can pull off fighting these guys…They all just kicked my ass literally just over twenty four hours ago!

It would be obvious that Steven is a little shaken up and freaking out about what just happened here hoping that Jamal will have some type of phrase or comment to make him feel better. But knowing Jamal he would be more leaning towards the side to talk about power and how to not be irresponsible with it.

Steven’s eyes widen in envy as he watches Jamal get up and practically shoulder blast the cholo who stole his burger all the way across the room. Steven stands up to see the cholo writhing in pain and he can’t help but laugh at enjoyment of it.

Steven: Holy Shit! Get Reck’d, Son!

At that moment Steven feels a tap on his shoulder and turns to see the first cholo sending a first his way for laughing at his body getting hit! Steven can barely even react as the fist is well on his way to smashing into his face. But just before the fist makes contact with his face, primal instinct takes over and something about Steven changes. He doesn’t even realize it but his body adapts and shifts to where he will be protected from said punch. The density of his body increases within that short span of time between when Steven sees the punch being thrown and when it actually makes contact. The moment the cholo’s hand hits the skin of Steven’s body it feels like he is punching hardened steel and his hand completely shatters from the inside where the bones break from the knuckle up to the wrist! Steven’s face doesn’t even jiggle or create a ripple on his skin because of the increase of density that he has! After releasing the punch the cholo takes a few steps back holding his now deformed and broken hand sceaming in pain. Steven slowly turns to look at Jamal who probably just saw this.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzmpl6783Hs )

Steven: So maybe something did happen to me…I might be happy in about two seconds when these guys pull knives. They are cholo’s you just KNOW they have knives.

And sure enough the broken handed cholo uses his good hand to pull out a switch blade and the second cholo who is left standing begins to stand in front of Jamal, standing about a whole foot taller than him.

Cholo 2: You ain’t gon hurt me like you did my homie, essay.

And just like his buddy, the second cholo pulls out his own knife and charges to attack Jamal!

Cholo 1: Now imma slice you up! No one makes me bleed my own blood!

The cholo thrusts his hand towards Steven’s ribs and moving with instinct alone, Steven slides to the left and then the right over and over until finally Steven just thrusts his right hand forward in the best punch he could give without any day of training. But thankfully for him the increase of density is still present around him and his punch hits this cholo in the face with the strength of a professional strong man! The cholo takes the punch head on and his skull whiplashes violently, forcing him to be launched back towards the building wall. His back slams into the wall and he falls down directly into one of the booth chairs of the restaurant! Steven’s eyes widen intensively and he looks down at his fist completely confused as to what the shit just happened. If Jamal had handled the second cholo, Steven would turn to look at him and see that both of them are perfectly fine…well…in relative terms to not having been stabbed.

Steven: Okay see this shouldn’t have happened. How is it that WE…You…Me…You and I…US!...How is it we can pull off fighting these guys…They all just kicked my ass literally just over twenty four hours ago!

It would be obvious that Steven is a little shaken up and freaking out about what just happened here hoping that Jamal will have some type of phrase or comment to make him feel better. But knowing Jamal he would be more leaning towards the side to talk about power and how to not be irresponsible with it.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmPm5iYOklg&list=PLYNBny7IRlVm1xHhYq5qHlNSsKkocXSF2&index=95 ) \_Jamal would’ve clenched his fist hearing Steven telling the downed cholo to get wrecked! He’d beat on his own chest for a second with a  goofy dorkish grin on his face as he chuckled to himself.\_

Jamal: OOOOO! I’M LIT! Yo I am NEVER losing another fight in my life you hear me!? I- duuuuuuude

\_Jamal watches the Cholo’s hand break against Stevens skin! He didn’t know how, when, or why but there was a weird series and spiral of events that caused the both of them to become well…super. Jamal points and laughs at the broken handed Cholo obnoxiously.\_

Jamal: Punk ass. We got the juice now.

Cholo 2: You ain’t gon hurt me like you did my homie, essay.

Jamal: Wanna bet?

\_Jamal spread his legs a bit, and bent down slightly, putting his hands on his knees and leaning his head forward a bit. It had only been ten minutes and he was already getting hot headed as all hell. A cocky smirk on his face as he realized he had power…power he could abuse! When the Cholo came at him with a straight stab, this is exactly the moment he knew he’d fucked up. Jamal for some reason had an off feeling of where the knife attempt was headed, and as such he not only leaned to the left to avoid to stab attempt and with his right arm he’d slam it against the Cholo’s chest, and grapple the back of his neck. As he did this he could feel his muscles tensing, and the weightlessness of the man before him! He bent down further, and with his head now under the cholo’s arm he lifted himself up! The cholo’s body being lifted higher than his and with the force of a mad man Jamal would’ve literally hit the Rock Bottom on this man! His body being slammed upon the table , bending it slightly as the Cholo took a hit he wasn’t going to forget in his entire life!\_

https://i.gyazo.com/ee394930dd76f1cb19840ba3ae1a2033.gif

\_Jamal skyrocketed back up and yelled aloud in triumph! He laughed a bit, finally calming down and folding his arms!\_

Jamal: I don’t know if I’m on drugs or dreaming but whatever it is it’s working!

Steven: Okay see this shouldn’t have happened. How is it that WE…You…Me…You and I…US!...How is it we can pull off fighting these guys…They all just kicked my ass literally just over twenty four hours ago!

Jamal: Fuck that! –he looped an arm around Steven’s waist pulling him in and talking low- These gifts we have... I’ve no idea where there from. Maybe you got some stuff in that explosion and maybe I just…I still think it’s puberty I’ve no idea BUT we have to take this into consideration! We have the power to change our lives in an INSTANT but we must keep this completely under wraps.

\_he poked Stevens chest after every word, with a more than serious serious expression on his face.\_

Jamal: This is the biggest responsibility of our lives…and we must use it with the utter most highest care and priority. Now come on.

\_Jamal would’ve jogged over to his dad’s care and looked at it. Thinking that he was the real cause of the door breaking rather than it just being old, Jamal would’ve looked left and right before squatting down at the hood/front of the car, lifting it up with minimal effort and flipping it over! The top of the car now smooshed into the ground, crumbled up and the doors falling off even more so now.\_

Jamal: -dusted his hands off- There! Now I can say I was in a car wreck and my dad won’t be mad at me! HAHAHA!

Steven is quickly taken in and Jamal whispers stuff about responsibility and how they should properly use these powers. Hearing this brings Steven to look confused and completely puzzled at the change in perspective Jamal now has.

Steven: Didn’t you JUST rock bottom some guy into a table right now!? NOW it’s “hey be responsible with these powers?” What kind of shit is that!?

He follows Jamal out of the fast food joint and when they move over to the car, Steven looks around to see if anyone saw or noticed what went down in there. He stands a few feet away from the car with his back to the vehicle all-together when Jamal comes to flip the car over with his new found strength. He doesn’t even turn around out of not wanting to see but it is clear what just happened because of the sound of glass shattering and metal bending from the flipping motion. Steven looks up at the sky, sighing heavily while thinking to himself.

He didn’t just flip the car. I know he didn’t just flip the car. He just said not to do stuff like this. Flipping a car is not responsible at all. I’m going to turn around now. And that car will not be flipped.

As he tries to win with his thoughts, one of the remaining doors falls to the ground and his head slumps down to where his chin is pressed into his chest.

Oh my god he flipped the damn car.

Turning around he walks straight to Jamal, placing both hands on his shoulders. With a face of pure seriousness, Steven begins to talk to him.

Steven: You STOLE the car from your father, number one. Number two, his car is now completely destroyed in this “WRECK” you came up with in your head. So not only did you STEAL the car, you WRECKED it. How in the name of fuckery is your Dad NOT going to be pissed at you for that!?

Steven looks down at the car now flashing its lights from malfunction and he gives a heavy sigh of frustration and just overall flustered feelings from how the last ten minutes of his life have played out. He turns around and begins to walk down towards the sidewalk, placing his hands in his pockets.

Steven: We might as well start walking back home since you just decided to panacke our ride, smart guy.

If Jamal followed he would be able to carry on the conversation about their new found abilities but it would be very evident that Steven and Jamal have two very different opinions on what just happened here.

“You STOLE the car from your father, number one. Number two, his car is now completely destroyed in this “WRECK” you came up with in your head. So not only did you STEAL the car, you WRECKED it. How in the name of fuckery is your Dad NOT going to be pissed at you for that!?”

\_Jamal folded his arms and tapped his chin with his finger, furrowing his brow and thinking to himself about what he’d just done…he really had made the situation worse. After coming to this realization he pulled a pill bottle out of his pocket, and pulling out the orange chalky tablet, he placed it on his tongue. Swallowing it quickly he’d smack his lips a couple of times before replying.\_

Jamal: Yeah not my best idea. But I’m super now so I can get away with anything!

“We might as well start walking back home since you just decided to pancake our ride, smart guy.”

Jamal: Hey, hey, hey…I’m lit right now okay? Like liter than lit. like nigga. Don’t bring me down.

\_Jamal would’ve walked beside Steven as they decided to trek home on foot. Jamal had time to think about his actions but he’d simply take the consequences as they came, opting to accept whatever punishment his father decided to dish into his direction. Still at least he had this long walk home to daunt and dilute the time until that actually arrived. Who knows what trouble these new found powers could get them into this time around?\_