OutMan The Beginning (1)

Time To Step up

Donnie zooms through the busy streets, a vibrant mix of red and white energy propelling him forward. Skillfully maneuvering between vehicles, he arrives at Beacon News with a burst of energy, capturing the attention of everyone, including the awe-struck Fist Striker. Donnie stands tall and proud, donning a sleek, skin-tight suit in a captivating combination of white, black, and red. The outfit accentuates his heroic presence, exuding both style and power.
Donnie's skin-tight white, black, and red suit not only hugs his form perfectly, but it also boasts friction-resistant fabric that allows for effortless movement and incredible flexibility. It molds to his body like a second skin, aiding him in acrobatic feats and agile maneuvers. Donnie's mask, a stylish and snug headpiece, is crafted from a vibrant black material that not only covers his face but also extends gracefully to cover his ears. The attention to detail is evident as the two perfectly aligned eye holes highlight his piercing gaze, adding an air of mystery to his overall appearance. The mask meshes seamlessly with the shape-shifting black collar, forming a mesmerizing lightning bolt design that wraps around the front and back of his neck. This unique fusion adds a striking and electric flair to his entire look, capturing attention and evoking a sense of awe. On the side of Donnie's ribcage, a bold black emblem stands out, encircled by a striking red outline, commanding attention within the vast expanse of white across his suit.
The interplay of black and red on Donnie's ribcage extends down to the sides of his thighs, stopping just above his kneecaps and encircling his lower limbs. This captivating design choice adds a dynamic element to his attire, accentuating his legs with a striking and visually captivating pattern. This contrast creates a visually powerful statement, accentuating his presence with an air of undeniable strength and allure. Donnie's boots, meticulously crafted with precision, boast a sleek and glossy black material that snugly hugs his legs. Ending in sharp, pointed toes, they exude an aura of both style and purpose, perfectly complementing his overall ensemble. Donnie's attire is completed by a snugly wrapped black belt, a simple yet essential accessory. Its presence not only adds a subtle contrast to his vibrant costume but also provides the necessary support, ensuring that every aspect of his ensemble is both visually appealing and functionally practical. Adorning his boots, a splash of white with a red outline adds a touch of flair on the sides. The contrasting colors create a captivating visual effect, with the white hue surrounded by a vibrant, eye-catching red outline, enhancing the overall appeal of his footwear. With a fierce blend of black and white, Donnie's outfit showcases mesmerizing contrast. The vibrant white sleeves steal the spotlight as they seamlessly transition into sleek black fabric, perfectly emphasized by a crisp red outline, creating an eye-catching visual display that exudes both elegance and boldness.
The Fist Striker couldn't help but admire his new suit as he stood in the building, With a mix of excitement and pride, She examined every detail, from the sleek lines and impeccable stitching to the vibrant colors that perfectly captured his heroic essence." Love The New Look" Fist Striker
burst into laughter, unable to contain herself as she found something incredibly amusing.
" I guess You Took it into consideration to Step Up and Be a Hero huh?" She took a step closer to him, her eyes locked onto his." You Can Say That" he Said. " So We Have a Suit, But What Do We Call you? The Fast man? Or Should We Stick To the Blur?" She Commented. Donnie, dressed in his suit, glanced at the people around him, amused by their obliviousness to his true identity hidden beneath the mask. His eyes then shifted back to the first striker, a mix of intrigue and determination gleaming in his gaze." I'm just The Guy Who's Gonna Put you Down" With a sudden burst of speed, Donnie dashed past Her, With a powerful force, she crashed through the office doors, causing a frenzy of evacuations as Donnie skillfully guided each person out, urging them to find refuge. As Lily approached, Donnie turned towards her and Ralph, a warm smile lighting up his face amidst the chaos of the evacuation. His eyes gleamed with relief and concern as he greeted them both, grateful to have them by his side. Donnie's heart sank as he noticed Austin assisting in the evacuation without even recognizing him behind the mask. With a sigh, he turned back to Lily and Ralph, finding solace in their presence, knowing they were the ones who truly saw him for who he was. " You Guys have to Go Right Now, It's Too Dangerous to be here" He told them. " No we're Not leaving you" Said Lily. " Lily it's gonna be ok, Just Get to safety" He told them. " You Better Survive this" Ralph's fierce gaze met Donnie's, silently conveying his expectations of survival. Determined to protect Lily, he swiftly guided her out of the building, their bond unbreakable even in the face of uncertainty. Donnie's eyes widened as he witnessed Ralph and Lily safely exiting the building. Lost in the moment, he turned around, only to be caught off guard by a sudden Superman punch, causing him to sprawl to the ground in surprise. With resilience, Donnie swiftly rose to his feet, charging towards her with determination. However, she skillfully evaded his attack, retaliating by striking him squarely in the back with her radiant yellow energy fists, sending him crashing face-first into the ground once more. As Donnie collided against the desk, his back absorbing the impact, he watched in awe as she confidently started walking towards him, her presence commanding attention. Overwhelmed by the surging energy within, Donnie felt the power pulsating through his veins. Fearing its potential, he turned away, closing his eyes tightly, desperately trying to resist its hold.
"Not Now" Suddenly, Donnie's eyes were captivated by a mesmerizing blend of red and white energy. In an attempt to temper his rising levels, he deliberately focused his thoughts on a cherished memory, allowing the positive emotions to gradually bring him back to balance.
Donnie's eyes reverted back to their natural brown hue as he cautiously opened them. In a sudden burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, he swiftly turned towards Ashlyn, rushing towards her with a primal scream, landing a powerful shoulder charge that sent her flying towards the entrance of the building and out into the open.
With the force of Donnie's shoulder charge, She was launched out of the building, crashing through the air and colliding with the adjacent building, her back taking the brunt of the impact. She then toppled onto a passing truck, causing the roof to shatter before finally landing on the pavement below. Donnie swiftly rushed outside, keeping a safe distance from FistStriker, while concerned civilians stood back, ensuring their safety. As She regained her footing, she locked eyes with Donnie, determination glowing in her gaze. With a surge of strength, She grabbed the truck from underneath, hurling it towards Donnie. Reacting swiftly, he slid underneath, narrowly avoiding the massive projectile. Undeterred, Donnie quickly picked himself up and charged forward, determined to face Her head-on. As He charged at Her, he was caught off guard by a powerful punch to the face, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground. In a swift counterattack, She aimed a forceful kick at his face, but he managed to dodge just in time, causing her to hit the ground instead. In a surprising turn of events, FistStriker attempted to strike Him again, but with remarkable agility, he caught her leg and used all his strength to swing her, hurling her against a nearby vehicle. The impact was so forceful that the vehicle instantly dented upon her collision. As Donnie approached Her, who was slowly recovering on the ground, he reached out to grab her arm, but she quickly caught him off guard with a swift and unexpected punch below the jaw, leaving him momentarily stunned. With an incredible force, the impact of Her strike sent Donnie flying several yards away, causing him to sprawl uncontrollably until he collided back-first against the door of a nearby vehicle. As Donnie placed his trembling hand on the ground, attempting to pick himself up, he noticed shards of glass scattered around him. When he caught a glimpse of his reflection, he saw nothing more than a man in a suit, reminding him of his vulnerability in the face of Fist Striker's unexpected strength.
Doubts started to flood Donnie's mind as he questioned who he was kidding. He realized he was no hero, barely able to stand against The Fist Striker. The situation felt overwhelming and far beyond his capabilities, making him feel completely out of his depth and uncertain if this was truly his calling. Engaging in an internal debate, Donnie argued against his self-doubt, reminding himself that he was more than just his current struggles. He had a larger purpose in saving the world, realizing that if he didn't step up, there would be no one else to protect it.
As the onlookers captured the unfolding scene with their cameras, Donnie became aware of the fear in their eyes-both parents and children alike. In the midst of the crowd, his gaze met that of a little boy, who stared back at him with a mix of awe and hope. Faced with the innocent gaze of the young boy, Donnie saw a reflection of his own past-a time when he too was filled with fear and uncertainty about the unknown. He realized that throughout his life, he had been haunted by the fear of not knowing what the future held, always grappling with the possibilities of what could happen. The fear of darkness extended beyond its mere absence of light; it was the lurking presence of the unknown that sent shivers down our spines. We found ourselves standing amidst the predator that haunted our thoughts, unaware of the dangers that lay hidden within. Donnie's fear intensified as he realized that the predator stalked his every move in the darkness. It sent chills down his spine, knowing that he could be standing there, peering into the eyes of a fearsome creature with razor-sharp teeth, its presence concealed by the shadows. The predator's razor-sharp claws glinted ominously in the dim light, ready to strike at any moment. A low, menacing growl escaped its throat, a clear sign of hunger. However, what Donnie encountered was beyond his worst nightmares, a creature more terrifying and ferocious than he had ever imagined. Despite his fear, Donnie refuses to let it overpower him. He possesses an unwavering determination to face his fears head-on and refuses to be held back by them.
When Donnie was just a young lad, there was a legendary saying that reverberated through the depths of his small town. It spoke of the sheer audacity to confront fear, no matter how trepidation might pulse through one's veins. Hushed whispers of wisdom would drift through the air, reminding the townsfolk that when confronted by fear's piercing gaze, one must summon the courage to meet its stare and boldly declare, "I'm not afraid!" Those words, like a sword unsheathed, would cut through the darkness and illuminate the path to triumph. And so, etched in Donnie's memories, this profound mantra became a beacon of strength, empowering him to rise above the clutches of fear and conquer the uncharted territories of his dreams. As Donnie gathered the strength to rise from the ground, his heart pounded in his chest, quick gasps of air escaping his lips. Through blurry vision, he saw the fist-wielding assailant closing in, their figure looming just a few feet away. With a surge of determination, he steadied his stance, his body tense with anticipation, ready to face the imminent clash with unwavering resilience. Donnie closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath, and in that moment, his mind spun with fleeting visions of something ethereal, something beyond his grasp. As he opened his eyes, they were inexplicably drawn to a swirling fusion of crimson and ivory energy, crackling with a mysterious power that left him both awestruck and curious. As the fist striker charged towards him, Donnie instinctively leaped into action, sprinting towards her with equal determination. They collided in the middle, their collision igniting a dazzling explosion of light, forcefully propelling them in opposite directions, leaving them momentarily disoriented yet undeterred in their resolve. Donnie's intense collision with the taxi car door shattered the windows and left the door dented, while he lay on his back, critically injured, his breath strained and his body weakened, his will to fight flickering but not extinguished. Though the pain pulsed through his body, Donnie couldn't ignore his sense of duty. Despite the hint to stay down, he reminded himself that he couldn't relent, knowing that if he didn't stop the fist striker, more innocent people would suffer, and that simply wasn't something he could allow. With determination in his eyes, Donnie placed his hands on the ground, then slowly rose to his feet, fighting to catch his breath and recover from the impact, his body trembling but his spirit unyielding. Donnie's heart skipped a beat as he saw the fist striker collide with the massive gas truck, a terrifying sight of chaos and impending disaster. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he tapped into his brilliant mind, causing time to seemingly slow down. He bolted forward, his movements agile and calculated, determined to prevent the explosive consequences of the collision. Despite all the terrible things Fist striker had done, Donnie couldn't bear to let her perish. In that dire moment, a surge of compassion overwhelmed him, for no one deserves such a fate. As he rushed towards her, a whirlwind of thoughts consumed his mind: Was he quick enough? Could he truly save her?
With time seemingly frozen, Donnie sprinted towards Fist striker, only to find her unconscious. Without hesitation, he knelt down, gently cradling her in his arms as he made a swift escape from the gas truck. In a dramatic turn of events, the truck exploded behind them, sending shockwaves through the air. In a selfless act, Donnie rushed ahead and knelt down, tightly covering Fist striker in his protective embrace. With his eyes closed tightly, they braved the onslaught of fire, their bodies shielded from harm, as an indomitable bond formed between them in that moment of intense danger and sacrifice. Bracing for the worst, Donnie continued to shield Fist striker, waiting for the inevitable. But to his astonishment, he felt no pain and noticed that the fire had mysteriously extinguished. As he looked up, relief flooded his being, and he slowly rose to his feet, realizing that they had been spared from the fiery ordeal.
Donnie's eyes darted around, his grip on Fist Striker remaining steadfast. He took in the surroundings, unsure of what had transpired but relieved that she remained unconscious, unaware of the perilous events they had just endured.
Donnie turned around just in time to spot two cops rushing toward him. With a mix of relief and weariness, he gently handed Fist Striker over to them, trusting that she would be in safe hands.
" We'll Take it from Here" Said a Male officer." Who Are You?" One officer cradled Fist Striker in his arms while the other officer stared at the blur, his eyes widening as he processed the incredible feat he had just witnessed, realizing the immense power and skill Donnie possessed. A sense of intrigue filled the air. It remained a mystery to both Donnie and the officer who exactly He was underneath the Mask, leading to a moment of curiosity as He asked Himself, "Who was he? And who was I?" With a determined gaze, Donnie looked at the officer and confidently proclaimed,
"I am the OutMan" before swiftly rushing away from the scene, leaving the officer in awe and wonderment at the identity of this enigmatic superhero.
Unknown Area
Standing amidst the eerie darkness of an abandoned area, the man in black glanced at his holographic watch, which displayed a gripping article about the recent events of Fist Striker's capture. His eyes fixated on the picture of the renowned superhero, the OutMan, contemplating the unfolding events with a shrewd sense of intrigue. As the man in black absorbed the realization that the OutMan had emerged from the shadows, he understood that while the world now knew of his existence, complete trust and acceptance would be a fluctuating journey. There would be days of unwavering faith, but also days of skepticism and opposition, as the OutMan navigated the complexities of being a superhero in an ever-changing world. As the man in black discovered that the Fist Striker had failed in her mission to eliminate the OutMan, a knowing smile crept across his face. It was now time to transition into phase 2 of his master plan, confident that he would unleash a sequence of events that would test the limits of the OutMan's strength and resilience.