Invincible Six

[M.J. Saulnier]

Written & created by Loco Mofo
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"This is April Weathers of Channel 5 News. I'm standing with none other than Captain Canuck himself after a daring rescue here at the Citadel City pier where notorious super villain Ignito attempted to, quite literally set the city ablaze. Now, while a few city blocks have been lost to raging fires, the city was saved by the super hero troupe known only as The Guardian League. Captain. Do you have anything to say to the people of Citadel City?"


"... Just doing our jobs, ma'am."

"There you have it! ...."




A young man sat before a computer desk in a small, modest room. He was seventeen years old with medium length, messy black hair that had a mind of it's own. He had pale skin and a fresh face with green eyes, long, thick lashes, and a slender, but defined jaw line. He wore a black hoody with comfortably fitting, slim, faded blue jeans. He watched the news clip from a small, glass tube television from the late 90's that sat atop his simple wooden dresser. On the walls, various musical, super hero, and movie posters were tacked and taped up in sporadic fashion. Besides his posters, cloths, TV and computer, all he had were stacks upon stacks of magazines relating to super hero and villain activity and press coverage.

He sighed heavily, his gaze roaming from the image of a red & white tight wearing crusader to his own pale, boney left hand. He examined it with scrutiny, slowly closing his fist and reopening it. He glanced back at the screen, as another hero, Balder stepped forward, firmly wrapping a muscular arm around Captain Canuck, jerking his head in a headlock with a hearty laugh.

He smirked, a sense of melancholy holding back his feelings of admiration and joy. His gaze once again set itself upon his left hand. He slowly extended it, back held upward, fingers slightly curled. It seemed to reach for the television remote on the dresser to his left. Moments passed as he focused intently, hand vibrating ever so gently. Suddenly the remote jerked a few milometers toward him. Again, covering an inch or more. He took a deep, full breath and tightened his brow, rotating the palm of his hand upward, muscles and tendons tightening. The remote gently lifted off the wooden surface, floating timidly toward him at a very slow pace.

He was abruptly interrupted when the flimsy door to his tiny bedroom blew open with wild force, and his foster father came barreling in the doorway stricken with rage. As he entered , the remote fell lifelessly to the floor half way between himself and the dresser.

"Cory! It was your turn to take the garbage out!" He stopped, taking notice of the remote laying on the hardwood floor. "And how many times do I have to tell you not to throw stuff in this house?!"

Cory gritted his teeth, blinking slowly as his gaze shied away from the tyrannical man. "I'm sorry, Jack," he said with resentment and a lifelessness in his voice.

"Look at me when I speak to you, boy."

He sharply turned his gaze upon him, anger gripping his sullen face. "I'm sorry, Jack."

"You're responsible for all chores for the next week." Jack shook his head sternly before walking out the door. "You're useless, kid, Sometimes I wish I never took you into my home to begin with." 


Cory raised a hand swiftly and the door slammed behind Jack.

 

[M.J. Saulnier]

 
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Cory sat in a loud, obnoxious school bus surrounded by loud, obnoxious teenagers. They chatted, yelled, laughed, threw stuff around, and blasted music through headphones they didn't even wear around their ears. He was a few rows from the very back seats, and sat at the window, his backpack occupying the seat next to him to avoid any intimate contact with these alien beings. He didn't understand or relate to them, and had no desire to try. He was here to jump through the necessary hoops to appease the system, and be on his way as an "educated" adult. First chance he got, he was leaving Citadel City behind to pursue his real destiny. And although he wasn't quite sure what that was yet, he was sure he couldn't find it in this god forsaken city. Maybe a cushy job working for Global Tech. Maybe open a comic book store, or worst case scenario, end up slaving at a fast food joint for minimum wage. No. No, that wasn't him, that wasn't where his life was going. He would be free to forge his own destiny, on his own terms.He watched the city blocks pass as the bus made it's way to Citadel High School in the downtown district. The forty-five minute drive every morning gave his peers plenty of windows of opportunity to terrorize and attack his character, but he had grown numb to it. Many times he fantasized about mastering his abilities and flipping that massive yellow sardine can, trapping both student and driver inside. From there his fantasies became darker, exacting his much deserved revenge and justice in a variety of creative, blood curdling ways. But that wasn't him either. He just wanted to be left alone. He didn't bother anyone. Hadn't done anything to warrant the daily abuse and ridicule he had suffered since middle school when the rumors began to circulate.As he watched the city roll by him through the window to his right, he heard a familiar, vile voice from the opposite side of the bus, a few rows back. "Watch this-watch this. I'm gonna put a spiral on it today."He had been here every weekday for the last 2 years. Super Jock Blaze Bernard was about to remove a small carton of 2% milk from his book bag, open the flap, and fire it at his head. He knew the play far too well, because most of the other students had stopped laughing about it now. Every morning he, and sometimes others would go to school soaking in milk, the smell reaching a rather unpleasant height by the end of the day. That's why the seats in front of, and behind Cory were empty every day. Sometimes kids would pack seats with 3 people until the ordeal was over, and it was safe to sit within the designated splash zone. One young girl, who wasn't the most popular student on the bus either, would bring paper towel to clean up the seat in front of him if necessary and take it for herself. It was safe to say the bit was old, but Super Jock Blaze Bernard was just that kind of guy. A total jackass on his best of days.As the carton of milk soared across the isle, Cory quickly raised a hand, catching the carton of milk, guiding it's momentum across his body into a downward looping motion to prevent it from exploding in his face on impact. He calmly reopened the flap and took a large swig of the cold, smooth liquid. He was just tired. Tired of it all. He heard several of Blaze's friends snickering and laughing at Super Jock's expense for a change, and he grinned, placing his earbuds in his ears.

 

[mkuchiha]

This is really good, bro. Keep it up!!