All his life, Mason was a big fan of supervillains and one day hoped his tech would get him to the big leagues. Unfortunately, his other orphan friends didn't like that idea, causing him to run away. But what if he gets adopted by the Willis family...
If there was one thing I found out living in this disgusting orphanage, it's that survival of the fittest is a way of life. Kids won't eat you, not where I am at least, but people will take advantage of you. I knew this more than anyone. And having a brilliant mind didn't help. I'm sure you can figure out why.
Head of Staff: MASON! GET DOWN HERE THIS MINUTE!
Right, I have cleaning duty. Again. All because I fixed her computer even better than the repair man did. I even offered to repair her computer before she called the guy so her wasting her money was her fault. Whatever, I don't have time to muck around unless I want the ruler again. I head down to the kitchen to see every sink filled with dirty dishes and the Head Mistress, holding my toothbrush.
Me: Again? Can't you just give me a normal sponge? And what about Truman? He punched me.
Head of Staff: His punishment is for me to decide. Now get scrubbing.
I grabbed my toothbrush and pretended to scrub the dishes as she left. After another thirty seconds of pretending to scrub, I placed my toothbrush one of the remaining cups that was actually clean, went to one of the cleaning cabinets and grabbed an actual sponge and a few of the cleaning chemicals. And finally, a notebook that I was currently writing in. I start flipping through the pages.
Me: Let's see; how to make the prison food edible? No. Current playlist of the week? Maybe later. Gadgets to beat up the Miss "I'm in charge of everything"? I wish. Ah! Soap combinations. Let's see, should be simple enough.
I grab all of the items I needed and started to create a powerful chemical that could easily melt away the gunk on every pan. I filled each sink with warm water, poured the chemicals in, put the dishes in, and walked towards the back to continue with my notes.
Me: Another day, another way of me taking shortcuts to avoid responsibilities. It appears that this concoction will need about a few minutes for the scum to-
???: MASON!
I jumped a little bit and turned to see the Head of Staff and Truman. Truman had a smug look on his face while the Head Mistress looked like her head was about to explode.
Truman: See Head Mistress? I told you.
I started to get up when the Head of Staff smacked me in the face with her signature ruler.
Head of Staff: How dare you use dangerous chemicals to clean the dishes! What are you trying to do? Poison the whole staff?
Me: Listen, if I was trying to poison the whole staff, you would've been dead months ago. I've tested this stuff and it's been proven safe. You should be thanking me for getting things done earlier than if I did this by hand.
The Head of Staff didn't like that answer and raised her hand to smack me again, but she lowered it down and sighed, before turning to Truman.
Head of Staff: Truman, you get to decide how to punish Mason.
Truman turned to me, a wicked smile on his face. He started approaching me while the Head of Staff left the room.
Time-skip
Me: Jeez, I swear that kid must be lifting trucks in his spare time.
Right now, I was patching myself up from all of the burses Truman gave me. By the time I finish, I head to my desk, where there were several sketches of several villains in my area. Some were ideas for inventions, but most were villains like Killer Moth, Mr. Freeze, Mad Hatter, and so on. I guess my love of supervillains was another reason I was bullied so much. I heard banging on my door.
Social Worker: Come out here. Dinner's almost ready.
Me: (Sighs) I cannot live like this can I? I'm only ten.
The social worker continued to bang on the door.
Me: (Agitated) Alright! I'm coming!
That's it. Tonight I'm running away.
Time Skip
Me: Ok, so maybe that wasn't such a good idea.
After dinner, I packed everything I owned into a suitcase and jumped out of the window to run away. I took a bus to Metropolis and had to run from the driver when I realized I didn't have any money. A few thugs stole all of my stuff, so there goes several hours of ways to make my life easier. Now, it is raining and I don't have an umbrella.
Me: WHY HIGER POWER?! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!?
I continue to walk until I encounter two adults.
Man: Hello kid. What are you doing alone?
Me: Hi. I am currently running away.
The pair of adults looked at each other, concerned looks on their faces. Then turned to me.
Woman: Why are you running away? What are you running away from?
Me: What I'm running away from doesn't concern you. And why? Because I am tired of being bullied.
Again, the two look at each other with concern. I was about to walk away when the woman approached me.
Woman: Do you have any parents?
Me: No.
Woman: Then how would you like to stay with us?
Man: Honey, are you sure we should be doing this?
Woman: Come on. The therapist recommended another sibling to calm down Leslie, and besides, what are we supposed to do? Leave him here? He's nine.
Me: Ten.
The man started contemplating the option, before eventually sighing.
Man: You're right. What's your name?
Me: Mason.
Man: Come on Mason, it's time to meet your new sister.
We make our way to a nice looking house, where we enter to see most of the house destroyed.
Woman: Leslie! Come out now.
A girl close to my age walked out from what I assumed was the kitchen and looked at us. I guess this was Leslie.
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(A/N: Pretend she's ten)
Leslie: Mom. Dad. Who is this?
Woman: Leslie, this is your new brother, Mason.
Leslie: Brother? I wanted a sister.
Woman: Leslie, be nice. Look, we found him on the streets and he has no where else to go. Can you at least try to be nice?
Leslie looked at me. I decided to speak.
Me: Hello, I'm Mason. I hope we can get along.
Leslie: (Sighs) Ok, but you better stay away from my room and we'll get along fine.
