The Adventures of Strengthman and Speedman I: The Story Begins

Prologue

     Bruce Jackson woke up to strange sounds coming from downstairs. To his ear, it sounded as if somebody was trying to quietly pick the lock on his door or trying to open a few windows. He wasn't expecting any visitors, and anybody who may have decided to stop by should have a key, so he was obviously alarmed by the intruder.

     It wasn't uncommon to have crime in the Outskirts City, which was not far from the famous New York City. Honestly, what kind of superhero story would this be without a fictional, dangerous city to take place in? Bruce had always been prepared to fight off whatever criminal that tried to mess with him or his family. He rolled out of bed, careful not to wake up his wife Catie, who was still sound asleep, and reached for a pair of tighty whities and the baseball bat from under his bed. As you can tell, he was prepared for home invasions, as they are not uncommon. He silently tiptoed around his house looking for the invader, while also checking to see if the rest of the family was safe. He floated into Jacob and Samuel's room, his two young sons whom were fast asleep. He could easily see the rise and fall of their blankets as the children breathed, Jacob, in his bed, and baby boy Sam in his crib. So with a nod of his head, Bruce glided down the stairs to the living room like a badass, ears open wide through the darkness of the night.

     The sounds had stopped, which to Bruce ment one of two things; the invader gave up, or they had already snuck in the house. Prepared for the worst, Bruce found his way into the kitchen, where he checked to see if everything was in it's usual place. The knives were in the strainer, pots and pans hung on hooks, food safely stored away in cabinets, everything was as it should be. Bruse took a lap around the room, looking out windows, listening for noise, anything out of the ordinary, but found nothing out of place.

     He heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe the intruder had just given up and left. It was at that moment, when Bruce had allowed himself to let his guard down, that he heard a deafening pop. His head darted in it's direction, fear striking him, as the gunshot came from his bedroom, where Catie still slept.

     He dashed upstairs, fearing the worst for his wife and children, and said fears were soon realized as a man stood over his wife, pistol in hand. A puddle of dark, gooey red blood was visable in the night, and Bruse was in shock as the man turned around. The light of the moon hit the intruder's face through the bedroom window. Bruce, shocked, stood in horror. "You... but... but why? You of all people..." The second gunshot was heard by the two sons this time as well, who woke up instantly.

     Three year old Jacob nearly wet himself in fear. His parents' room was only down the hall from his own, and he was stiff (not like that, you fucking perv) with fear. The footsteps of the intruder were heard exiting his parents' room, striking life changing fear in the child. The footsteps moved slowly down the hall, causing Jacob to act for his life. He dashed over to one year old Samuel's crib, lift him up, and searched for a nearby hiding place. The footsteps then entered the room, taking a lap around, searched for any signes of life. After a few anxiety filled moments of silence, the footsteps then turned around and left.

     Jacob cooed the sleeping baby, tears in his own eyes as well, just to keep the infant silent. Jacob would not risk blowing his cover, for the killer would surely discover that they were hidden in the closet if Sam began crying. I guess this fucking child could sleep through anything, huh? Wish my kids are like that. Sirens could be heard speeding towards the house, though they offered little comfort for Jacob, even when he saw the flashing red and blue lights through the crack in the door.

     It wasn't until the police heard baby Sam's moaning that they opened the closet door, and were shocked to find the kids hidden from harm, buried in old clothes and shoes in the small, humble closet. Their parents however, were not as lucky. The terrified children were met outside the house by their parent's long time friends Denzel Samuels and Arron Jacobey, who were trustworthy enough to have Bruce's kids named after. It would soon be decided that the boys were to be adopted by the family friends, instead of living in a foster home. Though safe from harm, the boys lived their life scarred, wondering what really happened that fateful night, and being forced to cope with the uncertainty of the night that changed their lives forever. Until now.