Ghost King: The New Avenger?

A Dark Cloaked Figure

Nico p.o.v.

I was sitting on the stairs of my apartment my parents sat on the couch, watching a movie. I was not invited, they told me to sit on the stairs and not disturb them unless the house is on fire. My parents are always like this, they never hurt me, but kind of just ignore my existence. They don't like me unless I am doing work for them, and even then they don't really like me, its more of a tolerating level.

Then there is a knock on the door, "Nico! Go answer the door!" My dad yelled at me. I went to the door and opened it. There stood a dark cloaked figure, the man said, "Nico, you have been chosen to be the new Ghost King. Our former king has passed, and the ghosts have chosen you to be his successor. Go to the graveyard, there we, the ghosts, will help you learn about your role as the ghost king, as well as helping you learn to control your powers." After he finished his speech, he disintegrates into dust. Only then do I notice my Mom standing in the corner. 

"Nico! What the he**! You're a dirty mutant!" She screams. 

"What the fu** is going on in here?" My dad yells while walking into the room.

"Nico answered the door and this creep told Nico he's a fu**ing mutant now! Then the creep vanished" My mom screams. My dad looks at me, disgust is obvious in his eyes.

"So you're a dirty mutant. Why does this not surprise me? You can't do anything right, can you?" He says. His voice is deathly calm, the eye before the storm. He walks over and shoves me into the wall, and begins beating me, "You are worthless, you can't do anything right! Don't even think about coming back to the apartment!" He yells. This is the last thing I hear before I black out.

I wake up in an all white room. A hospital. Everything is silent, more silent than anything has ever been in my life. It's creepy. I turn around and there is a lady standing there. How did I not see her come in? She begins talking, but I can't hear her. "I can't hear anything! Why can't I hear anything?" I say, I am slowly panicking, I can't hear myself talk either. The lady looks at me in shock, and then grabs a notebook. 

"It appears you have gone deaf, there is nothing we can do about it." She writes, "You can still talk, but you just can't hear yourself." 

"I won't be able to hear anymore." I say, my panic slowly receding. She nods. Then she begins to write. She hands the notebook to me

"You got dropped off by a man and a women, they said they did not know you, and found you on the streets all beat up. You had a lot of trauma to the head, resulting in you losing your hearing. Do you know what happened?" So my parents dropped me off, so nice of them. Note the sarcasm.

"no." I said. She frowns, obviously seeing through the lie. My parents may hate me now, but I don't want to see them go to jail. She takes the notebook back, writes on it, and hands it back.

"I need your name so we can contact your guardians so they can check you out. You are fine to go home, just take it easy for a while." Well shoot, this is a situation. I don't want to see my parents, if they would even bother picking me up, but I don't want to go into the system.

"I'm Nico Watson." I said. As soon as the lady left the room, I crawled out of the bed and grabbed my blood covered clothes, I slid into them quickly, and ran to the window. I quickly opened the window and crawled out, running away from the hospital. I could imagine in the background people yelling at me to get back there.

When I finally made it to a familiar part of New York, I started looking around for a place to stay. Obviously I can't go home, I could go to an alley, but in an alley I would get mugged everyday. What about rooftops? That could work. I quickly made way to the side of a building and climbed up the fire escape, once I got to the roof I ran and slid between a small shed on the roof and the door the stairway. Everything was so silent, I could not hear the streets of New York. I started crying about how much my life has changed, in 24 hours I am homeless, deaf, and a mutant. Wait, I totally forgot about that creepy guy, he told me to go to a graveyard right? Ghost King, that's what he called me. No use sitting here, I have plenty to do. I have learn sign language at some point I guess, and I have to learn about being the Ghost King. I wipe up my tears, new energy filling me. I crawl down the fire escape, now how can I get a book on sign language? I also probably need a change of clothes considering the amount of blood covering this set and a notebook to talk to people. As much as I despise it, I think I need to pick pocket. I am actually fairly good at it. One time my dad taught me so I could get him money to buy cigarettes, such a great dad.

I walk down the road. I go around pickpocketing rich looking business men. Nobody even bats an eye as to what I look like. Once I have enough money, I walk over to Target. Don't judge me... Target is great. Anyway, I go around the clothing isle and pick out a pair of black jeans and a black shirt, not because I am emo, but because they are the least likely to look dirty. I run over to the books and get the sign language dictionary, as well as a black notebook that would fit in the pockets of my jeans. I also bought a drawstring bag because I had a little extra money. I stole a pen from one of the workers. Then I went to the self checkout and bought the items. After I was don't at the store, I went into an alley and changed, throwing the notebook and pen into the pockets of my new clothes. I threw the book and the old clothes into my pocket hoping to be able to clean them at some point. Then I went to the graveyard. Time to talk to some ghosts apparently!