Damien
"Dude do you really think you could do better than me at this" Darren all but shouts at me
"Of course" I yell back
"Bring it on buddie" Darren says face contorted into a concentrated snarl. This is getting intense, he makes his move. My turn. Crap. He has me cornered now and he knows it you can see it in his smug little face, "checkmate" he screaches at the top of his lungs "another game another victory" Darren says to me putting down yet another mark on his side of the score board, "yeah, yeah you got lucky, I didn't want to beat you at your favourite game" I scoff even though I know he won't buy it
"No need to be a sore looser over a game of chess jees Damien"
My names Damien Hirst I'm 17 and I'm single, ladies and guys. none of you are safe from me I'm a bisexual predator, I have one younger sister that I would do anything to protect and I'm best friends with Darren Trent this idiot who just beat me, yet again, at chess. He's been my best friend since kindergarten and we've been inseparable since. Darren's great but he's a bit of a smart ass sometimes, no matter what he will have a come back to you argument and he will practically rape you with words if you piss him off enough. Darren is the taller, blonder, blue eyed version of me. His girlfriend, sinder baker, is stunning! Her eyes are wondrous pools of blue that I have found myself drowning in more than once before, her chestnut Brown hair looks so smooth and it it flows from her head in beautiful waves down her back enticingly. Her smile! It's just the most amazing thing in the world, when she smiles at me the whole world stops and all I can hear is my heart beating in my ears. It's a shame she hasn't been talking to him as much recently, it seems to him that she has been giving him any excuse not to talk to him and instead of actually doing what she says she's doing it seems that she's talking to someone another guy, Sam Murphy. The only reason he knows this is because he saw a post of hers on twitter about her talking to him for four hours straight in one day. Although I'm seriously envious, I still think they're an adorable couple. I'm so jealous of Darren (apart from the fact that his current girlfriend seeming to be cheating). He always gets all the gorgeous girls, perfect inside and out, unlike me a tiny scrappy kid with a buzz cut Brown hair (thanks dad). I can't really get any girls' attention. One because of my height, too short in comparison to Darren, and two because I'm always around Darren, so they basically flock to him.
But I'm getting off track, me and Darren have been best friend so far for 14 years, we have had some good times: when we were 7 and we were in second grade and we Both ate glue and had to go home and explain to our mothers why we were sent home...or when we were 11 and we were do omg sex education and he got mentally scared because of it, those we good times. but now that we're older and roommates in college and it's been great. So far we're both doing great in our respective courses.
Now I don't know how your world works but I heard that you don't have any supernatural, extraterrestrial, superhero like activity there and to be totally honest, it sounds more quiet. Less dangerous. Lower death rate possibly. Probably. Anyway, there's a lot of violence. You know how it goes, the superhero fights the super villain and the hero always wins and everything is perfectly fine until the next villain comes along. My genetic line is full of them. Not sure if I can say if it's fortunate or not. My dad was relatively normal. He had a kind of superpower of adoptive muscle memory, meaning he can watch someone do something and be able to do it just like that. Like photogenic memory for muscles. I don't think it's a power personally, more of a talent. My mum on the other hand can be a bit of an issue. Her gaze can burn. Literally. I have a few scars where it happened really badly but she was generally ok. She never really bothered to learn how to do it properly and on command, so when she got angry enough, you'd feel her gaze and the air around it heat up. Worst case scenario is when you can actually see it. That's not good. She's like a fire charged death ray that tells you to tidy your room. Lucky for me I never inherited any of their traits. You usually inherit something like your parents abilities but it is possible to skip a generation and end up with a mutation of one of their powers. I managed to get a (super cool may I add) mutation from my dads so called power. Shape-shifting. As I child unaware of the power I had bred into me, I would involuntarily shift all the time. Poor mum. If I decided I liked the way some kid was dressed id turn into them. Can you just the imagine the shock she had when she was pulling along a six year old me in a shopping centre and all of a sudden she's holding hands with a girl about a foot taller than her in a tight red dress...no regrets there at all. Quite convenient though if I've lost any limbs, broken bones, want to get rid of any annoying spots...or want to look at a nice pair of tits...just kidding just kidding.
Maybe...
Darren doesn't know. He's a normal and I decided it'd make life harder if he knew. I swore to my mum that once I was able to control my power, no one was aloud to know about it and that I should keep it at bay, and away from other people unless totally necessary.
Does fighting an arch nemesis count as necessary?
So every time I come home I have to shift to cover the bruises and cuts, the worst time was when I was knocked off a bridge (not very tall luckily) and fell, cracking multiple ribs and having some intense internal bleeding in my cranium. That was the time where I became so grateful that I had the ability to change right there and then. A shape shifting act is always temporary however. That's why when I'm alone, I'll shift back to me and see if all the things have healed. I leave them all to heal while I walk around healthily. I also complained about how Darren got all the girls. I know you're thinking something like just shape shift and look perfect! but I don't want to. Again, it has to come away sometimes, and I want somebody to love me for how I look, as cheesy as it sounds. And anyway, people can't know that I'm Morph Siege, I'd be arrested. I may be the good guy but I have still managed to break so many laws by chasing after Sorceressa, my nemesis. I don't really want to kill him, it's quite fun leading a double life, but other times I can't deal with being in pain again. I'm not the fastest reacting person so I get cut so so many times. Man. Stressful stuff right? Still not as bad as college though. I swear the school system is trying to kill me. In all seriousness though, Sorceressa is pretty badass, regardless of the minor detail that he constantly tries to kill me. His little ugly minion people thingys have caused so much damage, so many deaths. Ridiculous. If there was no one else involved I'd leave him to himself but when it spread across to other people that's when I have to get involved. Police can't get near him, army can't get a copter near enough to kill him without his minions doing some voodoo crap on it. I still don't actually know what he does, which would probably help me to get rid of him if I knew. Oh well. It's not too easy to have a nice chat with him.
"Can we please play again, I promise I'll win this time Darren?"
