The Death Brigade~ Acid Spectre

My names Wyatt, Wyatt Clemons, and I have a gift. When i was a baby, my parents signed me up for a role in a show that bacame a instant hit, and made me a instant hit, too. Growng up, everyone knew who i was, and i was always in the spotlight, which i didn't mind much at the time. The only problem with this was, I had always been busy, behind the scenes and on stage, so i never really had any true friends, except for my best friend, Carter. As we grew and the years went by we've always had each others backs, whether on the streets of our hometown Chicago, which had been rapidly grrowing a bad reputatuon due to a rising new era of thugs, or in school, where the 2nd rate jocks always tried to get ahead of us; for me and Carter were the new stars of our school's hockey team. I was the goalie, or, "The Savior," as the school called me, and Carter was our quick scoring wingman, a.k.a, "The Sonic Shot." Everything was going great, we had won our district championship, and our grade- point average was well above the standards. We were at the pinnacle of our new high school lives when i got the worst news i could've ever been told. I received a phone call during my chemistry class from the Saint Anthony Hospital. They asked for my name and date of birth in which i stated, and they had told me that my parents' train got derailed and destroyed en route to a business meeting down in Springfield. As the conversation ended, and the nurse hung up, i couldn't feel my hand shaking vigorously, much less manage to put the phone on the hook. Pale and bewildered, i walked back to my seat, all eyes fixated on me. I wished so badly that I were invisible. I knew that as a popular kid since birth i'd never be left alone. Especally by Carter, even if he were just trying to help. I tried to continue with my experiment, creating various chemicals by mixing them in vials. I had the catalyst in my hand, and as i reached over for the flask, my hand shook hard, and the chemical fell into a vial of mercury. The bottle turned quickly into a deep shade of purple, and bubbled up to the top in a matter of five seconds. The bottle then tipped over with the end pointed at my heart. and then i saw a flash.

I woke up four days later, in Carter's house, uncertain of anything that happend that day, except for that call. I got up, and struggled to maintain balance. I headed over to the bathroom to wash up, and i experienced the most bizzare thing that has ever happened to me. I looked in the mirror to find my reflecton did not appear. All i could see was the lime green wall behind where i was standing. I look down to see if i really was invisible, but for some strange reason, i could see myself, but my skin had transformed into a peculiar shade of purple. After seeing the shade, I remember what happened, with the flask and the explosion. I guess the toxins got absorbed into my body, and i really am invisible, although i don't know why in the world im purple. Not to self: Be careful what you wish for. As i finish analyzing my new body, Carter walks into the room to see if I'm awake yet. "Wyatt?! What happened to you?" Carter said, in shock of my appearence. "So you can see me." I replied. "I'm assuming either only those i love can see me in my state, or my powers have gone ofline."  "Hey, why dont you try voice commands to try and toggle between visible and invisible?" Carter suggessted. I agreed and started to try and come up with random command names. "Invisibility!" Failure. "Appear!" Nope. "Presto!" Attempts piled rapidly unitl Carter came up with the idea of ghosts being invisible. "Ghost!" "Damn this is hopeless!" I yelled. "Not quite yet," said Carter. "Spectre!" Wyatt suddenly disappeared from Carter's eyes. "Spectre is a fancy word for ghost, Carter explained." "That's cool." I replied. After that, we experimented on my capabilities, day after day, and improvement was exhibited very quickly. I had discovered the reason why i was turned purple too. It turns out invisibility was just an add on, and that my ability was the manipulation of poison and toxic. With it i could swim in toxic wastes, spew acid from my hands and mouth, create a sturdy exoskeleton of various chemicals, that of which can ignore firearms and blades, and even break off some of the exoskeleton and use it as a weapon. I'm Wyatt, Wyatt Clemons, and I have a gift.

Summer approached us, and i had developled a hero's status, appearing time afetr time on the news, saving people from fires and robberies. I didn't mind this at all, though I'm really only doing it for the people and not myself. I got laughed at constantly by the students in my school, due to my color, but not a soul besides Carter's knew who my alter ego was. I didn't even know my alter ego; for we never came up with a name.  We talked about it time after time and finally came up with one that had a nice ring to it. I am, The Acid Spectre. The rising era of thugs turned out to be great for me to practice honing my abilities, edurance, and my ability to survive in a life or death crisis. A month went by and already a quarter of the crime level in Chicago went down. I made a name for myself as the savior of Chicago. I look forward to the challenges I may face as my new and improved self, both unaware yet eager to know what lies in store for me on the path ahead.