Two Kings : UnOrdinary What If Fan Fiction (On Indefinite Hiatus)

Prologue

(Narrator/Nathan's POV)

I was born into the Doe family, to my father William, and my mother Jane. I had my mother's white hair and my father's black eyes. I was completely ordinary. Other than the fact that my mother was a god and that she married a man with no powers whatsoever. Yeah, society loved that one.

A little over a year later, my little brother was born, John. He looked the complete opposite of me. Instead of white hair, he had black. And instead of black eyes, he had gold. He was also a very loud crybaby. All he would was cry all day, which really annoyed me. We were a happy family, but good things tend to never last forever.

My mother disappeared when I was three. I hardly have any memories of her. All I can remember is a woman with white hair and yellow eyes, smiling softly at me. Dad was heartbroken. John on the other hand had no memory of her. Dad said it would be best to keep the talk about Jane to a minimum. 

We lived as a family of three in an apartment in New Bostin. Years passed and everything was going great, but of course, we couldn't escape society for long. The longer we stayed powerless, the more likely we would be cripples, and the more likely we were cripples, the more miserable life got.

It starts off normal. almost no one gets their ability in kindergarten or the early years of elementary. Only a few people did, and if you did get your ability during those years, you would grow to be someone very powerful. Most people get their ability during their final years of elementary and their beginning years of middle school. If you didn't get your ability by the time you were 12, you were automatically presumed a cripple. 

I got my ability when I was 11, during my first year of middle school. I was the lucky one. I had already started to get bullied so if I hadn't gotten my ability then, the bullying would only have gotten worse. I still remember the day I ran through the doors of the apartment and told dad and John what happened. 

"So a group of guys came out to me a few minutes after school ended. They started teasing me about not having an ability yet, you know, the usual stuff. Anyways I might have said a few things and they got really mad. they started attacking me and I tried to fight back.  But I knew I couldn't beat them. Then had long-range abilities and I only have my fists and the training dad taught us. I saw the main guy raise his hand for an attack I knew was gonna hurt. And get this, I closed my eyes and raised my hands to shield myself, but the attack never came. I opened my eyes to see a silver mist surrounding my hands and the bully. I look and the bully was still standing there, looking at his ability. He was firing at me but the projectiles didn't reach me. I put two and two together and figured that I had gotten my own ability. After that, it was a piece of cake. They were nothing compared to my hand-to-hand combat skills."

John was ecstatic when he heard that news, it gave him hope that his ability would come soon. After several days of school, it was clear that my ability was growing faster than ever imagine. My dad told me that there was a place I could go that would allow me the train my ability and still go to school. It was the same place my mother went and reassured me that it was safe. I was about to say yes but hesitated when he said that it was out of town. I had just found out that I had an ability and as much as I would love to expand it. I didn't want to just leave John to the mercy of the other kids when I finally found a way to protect us. Still, John convinced me that he would be fine in middle school and that I should go and take the opportunity. I finally decided to go, and although I did not know it yet, it would be the worst mistake I ever made. 

Turns out the place dad wanted to send me to was a school for gifted and promising children. With my intellect and ability, I was given a full scholarship. I don't really know what to say about my time there. I spent the next three years there. Growing my ability. Soon I learned that I could do more than weaken someone's ability. I could strengthen it as well. After more and more training, my ability developed even further and I gained a few really cool powers. Through time I found I could do this with multiple people, as long as they were in my range of course. Once a breached the level 5 mark, I also developed a cool passive ability. But I think I tell that story a little bit later.

My time at the school was productive at best. I honestly don't know how to describe it. I felt like more of a boot camp than a school, and the security was intense. At this place, I also learned how flawed the views of a perfect high tier were. We were told to ignore the low ranks and avoid them completely. We had to uphold a perfect image and model so others could follow. The only example we were putting out there was one of negligence. Well, at least that place was good for training.

As I stayed there, I could tell they were trying very hard to force society's ideals on me. I listened to some of it. I listened to the part where I should be a good example but ignored everything else. I knew that I couldn't leave most of my past behind, I had to remember where I came from. Before I was a high tier, I was a cripple. And I shouldn't, I wouldn't, ignore the tiers lower than me just because of my newfound power. I was just like them, and I won't abandon them.

I truly thought I would be there forever but, nearing the finals days of my first year of high school, I got a call from home. I immediately went back home, and finally realized the gravity of my mistake. 

I saw John, my brother, in a cell, bloodied and handcuffed.  I couldn't recognize him. The soft smile a gentle ambition was replaced by a harsh scowl and the pride of every other high tier. I was then told by the police what had happened. I was told the full story. From finding his ability in his last year of middle school to the full rampage he had against half the school. Thank goodness no one was hurt. 

"Let me talk to him." 

"I can't allow that. He is very powerful, and could hurt you." 

"He can't hurt me, I'm his brother."

"Do you know what he has done?"

"I do, and I wish I could have been there for him. Let me be here for him now."

"You have five minutes."

I still remember his face when I walked into the holding cell. He heard the door open but didn't look up. "John," I said to him, looking for a reaction, "nothing". "John" He still didn't answer, much less look up. He only raised his head once I placed my hand on his shoulder. 

He jerked and tried to move away from my hand. "Get the fuck off of me you-" John stopped his sentence when he saw it was me. I smiled at him. "That's a pretty cool ability you got there, Aura Manipulation. From what I heard it allows you to copy and amplify another person's ability." John looks down and frowns. "How did this happen?"

John was sentenced to three months of readjustment classes. When I heard the sentence I knew those classes would only break him more. I tried to get him out of it but nothing worked. I mean what could I do, I was a 15-year-old. Well, let's just say I made a deal, a trade. 

I was able to get John out of those classes three weeks after they started. I hoped that I wasn't too late, but John was already broken. He was still able to use his ability, but he feared that if he used it too much, he would lose control again. We spent the next year together. I taught him everything I learned at the facility. I help him through his therapy. I helped him regain his confidence in his ability again. He got really annoyed at me for consistently staying with him but no matter what he said, I would never leave again. I promised myself, I promised him, that I would stay by his side no matter what the future brings. And I intend to keep that promise, no matter what happens.

After a year of silence, John decided that he wanted a fresh start and to continue his education. Dad said that there was a school called Wellston. It was far from here, a lot farther than the facility I trained at. But I couldn't leave him. John was able to somewhat use his ability but was still very afraid of losing control. I told them both that I would join John at Wellston as a second year, the same year John would be. John yelled at me, telling me that I shouldn't have to put myself behind just because of him. He sounded very annoyed but I could tell that he was grateful I would be there with him. 

Well, we're all caught up now. The first day of school will be arriving soon, and I hope you enjoy going through it with us.