"Matt we have a situation in the city central." The chief of police yells over Matt's Wallis talkie. The hero was already on the way to the crime scene.
"Got It." He replied, flying over the city to the center. He noticed a black whirlwind in New York City park, to which he dove into the center of. It took all his might to power through, only to have him land dead center in a serene void.
"Good young Nathan, you'll be well on your way to top villain shortly. Dad's proud." A hoarse voice chuckles.
Matt stands up straight in a heroic pose. Although it was unnoticed by the villains. He shrugs and sighs.
"Give up villains, for you shall no longer be a menace to this city." He bellows proudly.
"Ah the theorist making your dramatic entrance. Well done. Unfortunately your too late." The lanky man fake pouts. He sports a black suit, holding tightly to his skinny frame. His ebony black hair slicked back into a business professional look.
"Justice is never too late."
"Oh but you are. See my son here has bestowed a record breaking tornado, soo not mow this city down." He gestured to a small boy, shaking with dark energy. He was gorgeous, in ripped black skinnies and a black MCR tee shirt covered by a thick black hoodie. His face was perfectly symmetrical and beautifully pale with piercing blue eyes. His black hair draped over his face in a fringe. He mouths an 'I'm sorry.' To Matt before pushing harder. Did he not want to do this? "Soon, everything you love will go bye bye, isn't that right Nathan?"
"Fuck...I hate you.." he mutters in strain. His dad smacks him upside the head.
"Don't speak boy, you have nothing good to contribute. Do your job quickly and you can go home." He snarls, giving Matt a pain in his chest.
"You have no right to treat him that way." Matt puts a hand on his gun he had in his pocket.
"Oh but I'm his father there fore I do." Matt whips out his gun, pulling the trigger and sending a bullet through his chest.
/death sorry/
Nate lets go, purple energy flowing through him making him glow, the twister had fallen down with Nate. He lay beside his dead father. In one way, he knows he will miss him. After all he is his dad. But in another way, he feels free. Finally free to be who he wants and live like he wants to.
"You ok?" A hazy voice asks, a blurry figure kneeling down next to him. Nate nodded. He was shocked to say the least. The figure reached a hand out for him to take. He hesitated to grab it but when he did the figure became more of a human. He was taller than Nate, with the most gorgeous chocolate hair and eyes to match. His skin was fair and unblemished, beautiful. Nate stopped himself from staring and looked down. "I'm Matt." He said.
"Nate.."
"This isn't your fault Nate."
"Yes it is...I did this..." Nate looked around at the destroyed park. Matt have him a side hug.
"You didn't. You were influenced to do the wrong thing. Don't worry I got you now. I'm gonna take you home with me. Take you in the right direction with those powers of yours." Matt smiles. Nate slightly smiled.
"Thanks Matt."
"No problem gorgeous."
