I still might want to expand some areas and add in some basic bio stuff and some power descriptions.
[sblock]The first time, I froze up. They had some big dog, and gave it a shot of something that made it wild eyed. I was knocked down in the initial rush – without my powers, that stupid mutt would have killed me. I never really realized that guard dogs were seriously dangerous like that. But as it was, I was unhurt. I was frightened, but being unhurt gave me a surge of confidence. Just the force of getting up threw the dog back, and I felt sort of overwhelmed. It was fear and power; the rush of adrenaline and the allure of the forbidden – all in a far away place so I felt protected from consequences. Fido got torn in two.
I was a good student at a private school. A star on the girls basketball team (now since my @sshole dad revealed that I have powers, I heard there’s been some talk about taking away our championship – because I can’t prove I didn’t have my powers during the season. If I did, I certainly wasn’t trying to use them and nothing noticeable happened). Popular and good looking, of course. When I first figured out some of the things I could do, I said I was Superman.
And then I traveled half way across the world to fight things.
Sometimes, people want a show: a steady escalation of power, a dramatic comeback, whatever. Being pretty much invulnerable lets me play around a bit without getting punished Other times, they want to watch an elite cut loose first hand; they want to be awed. My charge can reach supersonic speeds. I can punch and grab something in a grip that bends steel, toss ‘em into the air, and then fly up to hammer them midair. So yeah. The hard part now is actually finding something that’s a real fight.
But whatever drugs they’re using on animals seem to be getting better and better. That Russian guy won’t even fight the things now. And he’ll go against
Okay, I’m not really as perfect as I might have implied above. I always got a thrill out of forbidden stuff. I liked screwing around online, getting a vicarious kick out of the really f’d up stuff you can find. I lived a pretty tame life, playing sports intensely notwithstanding. And it’s not like I’d get caught; I always cleared the history and stuff. Maybe if my dad was good enough with computers to set up parental watch things that aren’t literally child’s play to get around, he wouldn’t still be unemployed.
So that’s how I found out about the whole fighting thing. And when I wanted something, I had a way of getting it. I mean, any laws I’d be breaking would be in some 3rd world dump, right? And I was pretty much invulnerable, super strong, etc. What could go wrong?
Yeah, this is a bloodsport, but it’s not like throwing people to the lions or whatever. It’s sort of wasteful (it’s good for people to build skills and rep – if they don’t suffer a career ending injury like having their eyes poked out) and can attract unwanted attention even there for too many people to die. But they aren’t exactly big on safety, so accidents happen. Not with me though. I mean, I beat a guy half to death, but I made sure he lived. And he was a criminal, so he had it coming anyway, you know.
At first I wanted a dress or something. And then the next time, it was a car. And then it wasn’t really about what I could get from fighting, and more about the fighting itself. But my mom got sick and with dad out of work we didn’t have insurance. Some kinds of surgery are just stupidly expensive. So then we really needed the money. I worked something out, was gone for more than a week instead a day or so, basically went on a binge of violence. I won the money she needed. You wouldn’t believe the argument coming home with a suitcase full of money caused.
But maybe I’m afraid that the money, even for Mom, was just my excuse. And that’s horrible if it’s true. Maybe I have a problem. It’s sort of dizzying to think about how far I’ve fallen. I respect some of these thugs after a fashion. And vice versa. I’ve even been making some progress learning the language. But I’m not sure I regret it. If I can come through for my mom and sister and enjoy myself at the same time, then is it really something bad? So what if I’m not really Superman.
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Still looked around for this thread every week hopefully.
