The Adventures of Strengthman and Speedman I: The Story Begins

Chapter 1

25 Years Later
------------------------------------------------------

     "Wow. That's some nasty wire." Jacob and Sam, now 28 and 26 respectively, were a pair of electricians. They had gotten a call from their adoptive parents, and decided to do the job for free as a favor. Denzel and Arron's home was overrun with many different types of bugs and insects. An exterminator was called to take care of the problem, so Denzel and Arron spent a few days in a hotel. The exterminator, a buff Mexican man with a very heavy accent and quiet deminor, did his job well, despite being so silent, awkward, and even nervous. It creeped out the Jackson family, but they remained polite and helpful towards the man. Upon return, Arron soon realized that some of the bugs chewed through the wire of their sattlelite reciever, leaving a large spot of exposed wire about human height off the ground. Obviously very dangerous, Denzel and Arron called their adoptive children to take care of the problem.

     "Want me to grab you two a drink?" Arron said. He was wearing jeans and a leather jacket with a heavy metal band name on it, being too copyrighted to name in this story. The sun bounced off the jacked as he said, "Some soda?" "Sure" Sam replied. He was wearing a matching blue electrician uniform, matching Jacob exactly, only in a smaller size. Arron disappeared inside the house, only to return a few minutes later with four ice cold blue copyrighted soda cans. Fucking copyright is going to ruin this already shitty story before it ever kicks off. Nonetheless, everyone grabbed one, and stood in the driveway of the home, talking about nonsense.

     "So, Jacob, how's that pretty lady of yours doing?" Arron asked. With this question, Sam chuckled. "Good luck with that one. He doesn't tell me a thing. He would go out on a date, stay out all night, come back the next morning, and come up with a cheap excuse as to where he was and what they were doing. He tells me he stayed in a motel, or he passed out drunk, or some other lame B.S. like that." Denzel laughed. Denzel wore the same outfit as Arron, except a different fucking copyrighted band shirt. Both parents were rock and roll heavy metal fans, often dressing to suit their music taste. "Having fun, are you Jacob?" Denzel asked, smiling. Jacob stuck up his middle finger, and the family chuckled.

     "Was it good?" Arron laughed. With this, Jacob smirked, his face burning red. "You know, it's not normal for a twenty eight year old to talk about his sex life to his might-as-well-be parents and brother." Sam jumped in, saying "Since when were we normal?" Arron smirked. "Well, to me it looks like my little Jacob has grown up. He's finally over that stage where all he does is party, get laid, and brag about it. Before you know it, he'll settle down, have a few rugrats, get married..."

     Jacob jumped in, interrupting the teasing. "Guys, shut the fuck up! Kiera and I are just talking. Nothing is official. I like to think there is something there, but I'm not looking for any of that. Well, yet." With this, Sam replied, "So you two are just fuck buddies?" The group exploded with laughter, all except Jacob, who's face was hotter than hell itself, kinda like the sex he has with Kiera.

     Jacob let out a sigh. "Okay, yeah, we have sex. But nothing is official yet. We are taking it slow. We've been talking about it for a few months, and we are basically a couple. Can we work on the satellite receiver now, or do you want to be without cable and slapped with a lawsuit over an electrocuted child or something?" The group fell silent, because roasted children isn't as funny as Jacob getting all the bitches. After a period of awkward stares and sipping of copyrighted brand soda, Jacob marched over to the exposed wire, opened up the toolbox he brought over, which was resting in the nearby grass, and began to put on a pair of large, gray safety gloves. Denzel looked around at the group before saying "Oh. Touchy." Denzel would plop himself down on the cool spring grass, followed by Arron.

     Sam slowly paced over to his brother, concern in his eyes and a heavy heart in hand. "You really think she's the one, huh?" Jacob looked over at his brother, paused, and replied, "Yeah. We were uh...talking last night. She asked what my childhood was like. I told her I lived with two uncles. She asked where my parents were, and I told her. Told her about how I hid you, how they never caught who did it. She was understanding. She asked what I do to cope, you know, like not have PTSD or some shit. I told her I lift weights, and you run. She hugged me and we went to her place, had some wine, and yeah." Jacob trailed off. Sam looked at his brother's sad eyes, and soon found the words his heart was looking for. "I know that it still hurts you, it does all of us. But there are positives from this. You got a beautiful girl! I've been running since freshman year of high school and you lift like, 200 pounds like it's nothing. You are buff as shit, I mean, I wouldn't fuck with you in a bar. We made it out okay."

     There was a pause, and through the silence Denzel and Arron could be heard whispering. Sam, couldn't make out any words, though thinking it was about them and Jacob's outburst, decided to work on the wire with his brother. He opened the nearby toolbox and found his smaller, gray pair of saftey gloves. He slipped them on, before standing directly next to his brother and began working. "Yeah. I know we made it." Jacob said, breaking the silence. "But it kills me inside that nobody can figure out who did it. Dad deserves justice. Mom deserves justice. We grew up without our parents, and why? We don't even know the killer's motive! Nothing was stolen or anything. Just..." He paused. "If I ever find out who did it, I swear to God I'll kill them. Simple as that."

     Sam couldn't dispute his brother's words, for he too was angry at the world. The case has been cold for years, and the police had given up, as if they couldn't do anything, because police suck at their jobs. They are cops, for fuck's sake! They need to dig deeper, look closer, stare longer at the files or something, anything, to bring justice to Bruse and Catie Jackson.

     Another silence, and this time they could hear Denzel walk towards them, though they payed him no mind. "Hey guys, I just wanted to... OH SHIT!" Sam turned his head just in time to see Denzel, who must have tripped over a rock or some shit, fall towards them. Sam felt the force of Denzel's hands use the brothers to catch his balance, but instead knock them over as well. Denzel, who had fallen to the ground, and Arron, watched in horror as the brothers fell right onto the exposed wire. Their bodies glowed as electricity flowed through them faster than their brains could comprehend the mind splitting agony they endured. Although it only lasted a split second, it was enough to make Jacob's jet black hair stick up like a punk rock teenager, and Sam's milk brown hair to sizzle to a crisp. The last thing Sam remembered before he passed out in pain was Denzel face, looking over his body with a champion's poker face.