James Knight: Teenage Superhuman - Book One

The Original Story

Michael's life turned unexpectedly at age six when his Uncle Sam inadvertently left him unattended near a collection of mysterious experimental vials. A sudden incident occurred, forever altering the course of Michael's existence. He was gifted with superhuman abilities beyond his wildest dreams.

With Sam's unwavering support and guidance, Michael embarked on a journey to comprehend, harness, and refine his newfound powers. They worked tirelessly to ensure his capabilities remained a closely guarded secret known to no one but the two of them.

Fast forward to Michael's sixteenth year, he evolved into a young man with remarkable control over his abilities. As he attended high school in his junior year, he faced the ongoing challenge of balancing the normalcy of adolescence with the extraordinary nature of his powers. Michael grappled with concealing his remarkable secret while continuously honing his self-control and mastery over his superhuman gifts.

⚠️ :(Author's note: 'It's from the mind of 12-year-old me.' I did edit and rewrite, but the plot isn't any good. I could salvage this of the original version of James Knight, aka Diary of a Teenage Superhuman.)Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

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Flashback:

As a six-year-old, I eagerly explored Uncle Samuel's laboratory, my curiosity running wild like any typical child. Uncle Sam, a twenty-four-year-old scientist, kept a watchful eye on me as he meticulously worked on his ongoing research. His cluttered desk was buried under heaps of research papers, a testament to his dedication to his work.

Sam had a distinct appearance, characterized by his short blonde hair and spiky front fringe. He wore a white lab coat over jeans, a plain tee, and Converse sneakers. Thick, wide prescription glasses adorned his face, lending him a somewhat nerdy look and concealing the brilliance of his blue eyes.

This particular day, Sam had babysat me while my father tended to my older brother, Derek, who was only two years older. As I dashed around the laboratory, Sam's patience was tested.

"Michael, please stop running around. This lab is not a jungle gym," Sam exclaimed with a hint of exasperation. I rushed up to him, eager to get his attention. He took a moment from his work to address me.

"I'm almost done here, and then we can get some ice cream and head home to your dad. Do you understand, Michael?" Sam said, trying to strike a balance between firmness and affection.

I playfully saluted him, giggling mischievously before resuming my playful exploration of the room.

Sam sighed in resignation. "Michael, I said to stop running around. You're going to get hurt..."

And hurt, I did. Amid my frenzied sprint, I tripped over a wire and tumbled into a table laden with experimental vials of liquid. As I fell to the floor, Sam immediately rushed to my aid. I lay there, barely breathing, unconscious and motionless, cradled in Sam's arms. Panic seized him, and he swiftly dialed 911 for an ambulance.

Later:

He seemed to stretch as Sam waited in the hospital's sterile waiting room. He paced, stealing anxious glances at his wristwatch while praying for news about my condition. A nurse approached him, her demeanor less than welcoming.

"You can go see your son now, sir," she said, her tone tinged with irritation.

Sam corrected her with a sigh of relief, "He's my nephew, not my son."

"Sir, I don't care about your relationship with the boy. I get off shift in five minutes, so..." The nurse crossed her arms, rolling her eyes.

"Alright, thanks, Ms..." Sam squinted at her badge, determined to know her name.