《Rise (A superhero serial)》Chapter 13
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I was marched through several clinical hallways, past people in suits who gawked before continuing on with their lives.
Today was really not my day I thought. The shorter man in front of me paused and opened a light blue door on my left. The room was, in a word, Spartan. There were no furnishings apart from a long grey table and two chairs on either end. This is just fucking great.
He walked me to the far end of the table and attached my cuffs to their respective spot on the table’s top side.
The man then sedately walked off to his side of the room and sat down with a thump. He pulled out a little rectangular recorder and placed it in front of him, near the centre of the table. He saw me studying it and said, ‘For the record’ then smiled at me.
“I, Officer Harold J Phillips, am questioning young mister,” he dragged on the ‘r’ obviously wanting me to say my name, well fuck that I wasn’t giving the government any more details about my caped life.
“Look son, this will go a lot easier if you just cooperate.” He said as reassuringly as his whiny voice would allow.
I just stared at him, focused on trying to stare holes through his head, actually some people could probably do that. Fuck, I pulled myself out of a day dream, focus Jethro.
“Alright, I am questioning a current John Doe, waiting on permission to ‘un-mask’ him.” Fuck, ‘un-mask’ this was all going to shit faster than school with a mass outbreak of diarrhoea.
“Alright son, first question. Why did you choose to become a hero?” He asked hopefully, I just continued trying to burn a hole through his head. He reached over and turned off the recorder and began to talk to me off the record.
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“Look son, we aren’t actually trying to arrest you.”
“Oh, could’ve fooled me, you know with the cuffs and the whole ‘you are under arrest’ shtick.” He chuckled nervously at that.
“Yeah sorry about that but we couldn’t have you leaving before we were able to ask you a few questions.”
“So I can leave if I answer these questions?”
“Yeah.” Fuck me, I still didn’t trust this guy I didn’t trust the police in general, but fuck if I got to leave then sure, I’ll answer some questions.
“Fine, I’ll answer your damn questions.” At that his smile widened and threatened to split his face in half. His hand moved back to the recorder and turned it back on.
“I will restate the first question, why did you choose to become a hero.” I was about to answer something inconsequential until I actually stopped and thought about the question, why did I become a hero? I mean, I wasn’t all that outgoing of a person and all though I was never a bully I didn’t stand up for anyone else so, why? And then it hit me, why not. I didn’t really have a reason apart from a nebulas concept of right and wrong and a lot of boredom and pet up frustration, vigilantism seemed like a fun alternative to yoga or anger management.
“Why not?” I answered and he looked somewhat surprised by my answer before continuing on.
“Alright second question what is your end goal?”
“Don’t really have one, when I first started it was to beat up some of the criminals I my local area, then it was to save the girls at the Cannery, after that I haven’t really planned much.”
“Okay third question how amiable are you to working with others?” It may have just been my imagination but Officer Harold was looking hopeful now.
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“Didn’t really think about working with a team that much, guess I could do it.”
“Perfect! Alright last question, how would you feel about being the inaugural first member of the BCJH or the Brisbane City Junior Heroes?” His smile had reached new heights and seemed to have a mind of its own.
“I’m sorry the what?” I asked in confusion, the BCJH as far as I was aware they didn’t exist so what the fuck was Officer Harold on about.
“The BCJH, the regular BCH is trying to get a large PR boost and we are seeing the popularity of young vigilantes, you included so our plan is to make a group of heroes similar to the BCH and have them become new defenders of the city along with us.”
“Alright,” I said warily “what do you mean ‘inaugural’ first member” His smile faltered a little at that.
“You would be the first to join but I’m sure after we have a leader for the group others would soon follow.” The smile was back in full force now and he was making animated had gestures.
“Hmmm, I have a question for you.”
“Shoot.” He said happily.
“Do I have a choice in this?” He looked shocked at this then smiled a cruel smile, I had a feeling I wouldn’t like his answer.
“Of course you have a choice son, we all do. Just so happens that your choice is join the BCJH as the group’s leader or go to jail for vigilante justice.”
“You’re not giving me much of a choice here are you?”
“No, no we are not.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen was how I became the head of the Brisbane City Junior Heroes, and the day my hero career truly began.
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Beastmaster of the Ages
Even in his dreams, Li Tianming can’t stop himself from laughing! Why? Because, his family pets are all the Primordial Chaos Beasts of myth! That teeny weeny little chick over there is actually the Aeternal Infernal Phoenix that eats suns! His black cat is the Genesis Chaos Thunderfiend that refines worlds with its lightning. The cockroach, well, it’s the Myriad Worlds Deathless Beast that possesses trillions of undying clones… Followed by his menagerie of pets, Li Tianming begins his ascension to become the number one beastmaster of the ages. He journeys across the many worlds, only one thing remaining constant. No one is ever ready for the likes of his pets! After all, who’s ever prepared to fight a chicken and its fellows…
8 61213.AI
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8 102The Immortal
A story of a man who thought he had lost everything, only to be given a new chance with a particular caveat. Will he achieve his goals this time around? Will he bite off more than he can chew? Will he discover what he had tossed aside in his previous life? Find out when he is taken to a world quite unlike our own. An attempt at a slightly more serious and somber isekai cheat story.
8 496My Dear Alice - A Dark Awakening
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8 149Where did it go wrong?
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8 189The Heralia Legacy
In a world where the paranormal is the norm, and your bus driver is a weretiger. Beings in every nook and ass crack of lore are real. Countless species coexisting in a haven called Geas. Divided into three big ruling councils: Mana for the magics, Spectra for the undead and Were for the shifters. But to keep Geas a Haven, there must be a higher presence that enforces it. The Heralia. A being with mixed blood, of great power and the mouthpiece of the gods. Along with his enforcers The Order, the Heralia is the police and the law, the gel of a dangerous society but when the assassination of the century leaves the Heralia dead. A rippling political tide washes throughout Geas, which left everyone wondering just who will be the next Heralia? Enter one: Argus Knight, just an ordinary, if not quirky, college kid in a world where no one is ordinary. Argus’ is happy with his life, even though he doesn’t have any powers or abilities like most of his friends or any money, okay so maybe not that happy. He was left at the step of a shifter temple when he was a child, so that sucked since he must have been a sexy lookin’ baby. Raised by an adoptive shifter mom, that makes the best cookies and gives the warmest hugs and unleashes the sharpest sass a being can wield, and oh, is also the high priestess of the Were Council. He lived his life surrounded by nuns, he was spoilt and gobbled all that attention up and he’s not ashamed to admit it. One day, innocently doing a psychology exam, like pro, if you will, a weird rainbow mist starts gushing out of his skin, for the lack of a better word and suddenly he is floating, then seizing, yup still in mid-air, in the middle of his exuding rainbow aura session, a voice booms out like a missive from the gods themselves, “AWAKEN MY HERALIA”. Sweet baby sugar nuts, what just happened? Join Argus in his journey in becoming the next Heralia, which will be jam-packed with snark, some sarcasm, interesting friends, a dash of heroism, a bit of hubba bubba wink wink nudge nudge with a special friend and an ass crack full of awesome. Readers discretion advised, for readers under 18, strong language and some sexual scenes.
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