Jason had managed to get himself out of the house. He was driving to the supermarket. Suddenly, something in the corner of his eye flickered. He turned his head, and saw that a large man was mugging a mother and her child. He pulled over to the side of the road, and stepped out of his car. He wouldn't let what happened to him happen to this family. He marched over to the man.
"Beat it," Jason said.
"Make me," the man teased, waving a gun around in the air.
"Frankly, I've had enough of people like you strolling through Nova City," Jason growled.
"And what're you going to do about it?" the man asked with mock innocence.
"You might want to close your eyes," Jason said to the mother and her kid.
The mom shielded her son's eyes with her hand, and squeezed her own eyes shut.
"I'm just trembling in fear," the mugger mocked.
Jason grabbed the pistol that the mugger was holding, and shattered it in his fist.
"What the-?" the mugger began, shocked.
Jason grabbed the mugger by his stringy black hair, and flung him into the brick wall on the side of the alley. He then put his hands around his face, and squeezed as hard as he could. The mugger's face collapsed under the pressure of Jason's hands, and blood spewed out his destroyed face.
"Damn..." Jason whispered to himself. The mother opened her left eye a bit, and shrieked. She rushed away with her son.
"What are you not telling me?" Jason demanded, marching into Samantha's office on the top floor of the Shields Corporation Building. In Samantha's office, she was embracing a tall man with blond hair. Samantha whipped around, and revealed the tall blond to be none other than Eric Lange.
"Jason," Samantha chuckled nervously, "What a surprise..."
"What are you not telling me?" Jason repeated, "Besides Eric. I don't care about that."
"I swear that there's nothing I'm hiding. Besides Eric."
"Well then I guess I'll just head out. I'll make sure to tell your employees not to bother you. You're busy making out with the CEO of a rival company."
"Jason don't be difficult," Samantha said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Then tell me what you're hiding," Jason ordered.
"What do you think I'm hiding?" Samantha asked.
"Ever since the operation, I've had weird adrenaline surges. But they're on a different scale than regular adrenaline rushes. These have been overpowering. Just today, I squeezed a man's head into a pulp with my bare hands. You did something while I was under, didn't you?"
"No, Jason, why would you-?" Samantha began. Jason's eye twitched, and his eyes were directed towards Samantha's right hand. Her fingers were rubbing against each other nervously.
"B.S."
"What?" Samantha asked, looking startled.
"B.S." Jason repeated, "You're lying. And if you don't tell me the truth, then I inform your employees about your little fling with Mr. Lange."
"Look, pal, I think you should probably just leave," Eric interrupted.
"I'll leave when I get the information I want," Jason spat, "Pal."
Eric took a step towards Jason, with clenched fists.
"Eric! Jason! Chill!" Samantha yelled.
"Then tell me what I want to know."
"Alright," Samantha sighed, "You're right. I did something while you were recovering from surgery. The surgeons had told me that there was only a 13.24% chance you'd survive, but Avery had a 79.43% chance. I had a pre-tested version of a serum I was making. The serum, Trametecan, was designed to help people recover from disasters such as the one you went through. So I gave you the Trametecan, thinking Avery would be fine on her own."
Jason collapsed. His vision began to fade. Samantha. His friend. Had a chance to save Avery's life. Had a chance to save his little angel. But she chose him instead.
"Avery would be alive right now," Jason said flatly.
"But you would be dead," Samantha explained, with tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
"Avery..."
"Jason, I'm so sorry, I-" Samantha began.
Jason turned to the large window on his right, and ran full speed towards it. He wasn't supposed to be alive. It should've been Avery.
He crashed through the window, and began freefalling.
Jason spotted Flare as she shot towards him. She scooped him up, and whispered something.
"I'm so sorry Jason. I hope you'll forgive me."
Three days later, Jason was back at home. He was hard at work in his garage. Samantha had texted him and explained that the Trametecan had worked a little too well, and heightened his senses. He was stronger, more agile, more observant, and better at making quick decisions. She had managed to convince him that he shouldn't throw away his life as he had tried to do in her office. It would be just like throwing away what could've been Avery's. Jason hadn't responded. He was done with Samantha. But not quite done with his newfound abilities. He would use these abilities. Use them so no other family would have to go through the trauma that he suffered. He would become a vigilante. Keeping Nova City safe from the filth that tried to tear away everything people held close.
Jason picked up the mask in his hand. He had spent hours melting and welding a block of pure silver into this mask. A Silver Skull. He grabbed a black jacket, and put on black sweats. He then donned the Silver Skull mask, and hopped on his motorcycle, which he had spray-painted black with a gray skull on the front. He opened the garage door, and sped off.
Nova City was about to meet the Silver Skull.
"Please! Please!" the man pleaded.
"You're pathetic," Jason growled.
He was in a parking lot, and was holding a man who had stolen a purse that had been left in a van.
"Just let me go! I swear I'll reform! I swear!" the man sobbed.
"It's too late to reform," Jason growled again. He squeezed the man's left wrist so hard that his hand shot off, followed by a stream of blood.
"Oh God! Oh please just let me go! I swear! I swear!"
Jason flipped the man over, so that his nose slammed into the asphalt. Blood pooled around the man's face.
"It always starts out small. A petty theft from a van. But the crimes evolve. I can't let that happen. I'm stopping you here. Your crimes end now."
"Please..."
Jason stomped on his face. It was like taking an aluminum baseball bat to a pumpkin.
Jason walked off, blood dripping off of his shoe.
"Beat it," Jason said.
"Make me," the man teased, waving a gun around in the air.
"Frankly, I've had enough of people like you strolling through Nova City," Jason growled.
"And what're you going to do about it?" the man asked with mock innocence.
"You might want to close your eyes," Jason said to the mother and her kid.
The mom shielded her son's eyes with her hand, and squeezed her own eyes shut.
"I'm just trembling in fear," the mugger mocked.
Jason grabbed the pistol that the mugger was holding, and shattered it in his fist.
"What the-?" the mugger began, shocked.
Jason grabbed the mugger by his stringy black hair, and flung him into the brick wall on the side of the alley. He then put his hands around his face, and squeezed as hard as he could. The mugger's face collapsed under the pressure of Jason's hands, and blood spewed out his destroyed face.
"Damn..." Jason whispered to himself. The mother opened her left eye a bit, and shrieked. She rushed away with her son.
"What are you not telling me?" Jason demanded, marching into Samantha's office on the top floor of the Shields Corporation Building. In Samantha's office, she was embracing a tall man with blond hair. Samantha whipped around, and revealed the tall blond to be none other than Eric Lange.
"Jason," Samantha chuckled nervously, "What a surprise..."
"What are you not telling me?" Jason repeated, "Besides Eric. I don't care about that."
"I swear that there's nothing I'm hiding. Besides Eric."
"Well then I guess I'll just head out. I'll make sure to tell your employees not to bother you. You're busy making out with the CEO of a rival company."
"Jason don't be difficult," Samantha said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Then tell me what you're hiding," Jason ordered.
"What do you think I'm hiding?" Samantha asked.
"Ever since the operation, I've had weird adrenaline surges. But they're on a different scale than regular adrenaline rushes. These have been overpowering. Just today, I squeezed a man's head into a pulp with my bare hands. You did something while I was under, didn't you?"
"No, Jason, why would you-?" Samantha began. Jason's eye twitched, and his eyes were directed towards Samantha's right hand. Her fingers were rubbing against each other nervously.
"B.S."
"What?" Samantha asked, looking startled.
"B.S." Jason repeated, "You're lying. And if you don't tell me the truth, then I inform your employees about your little fling with Mr. Lange."
"Look, pal, I think you should probably just leave," Eric interrupted.
"I'll leave when I get the information I want," Jason spat, "Pal."
Eric took a step towards Jason, with clenched fists.
"Eric! Jason! Chill!" Samantha yelled.
"Then tell me what I want to know."
"Alright," Samantha sighed, "You're right. I did something while you were recovering from surgery. The surgeons had told me that there was only a 13.24% chance you'd survive, but Avery had a 79.43% chance. I had a pre-tested version of a serum I was making. The serum, Trametecan, was designed to help people recover from disasters such as the one you went through. So I gave you the Trametecan, thinking Avery would be fine on her own."
Jason collapsed. His vision began to fade. Samantha. His friend. Had a chance to save Avery's life. Had a chance to save his little angel. But she chose him instead.
"Avery would be alive right now," Jason said flatly.
"But you would be dead," Samantha explained, with tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
"Avery..."
"Jason, I'm so sorry, I-" Samantha began.
Jason turned to the large window on his right, and ran full speed towards it. He wasn't supposed to be alive. It should've been Avery.
He crashed through the window, and began freefalling.
Jason spotted Flare as she shot towards him. She scooped him up, and whispered something.
"I'm so sorry Jason. I hope you'll forgive me."
Three days later, Jason was back at home. He was hard at work in his garage. Samantha had texted him and explained that the Trametecan had worked a little too well, and heightened his senses. He was stronger, more agile, more observant, and better at making quick decisions. She had managed to convince him that he shouldn't throw away his life as he had tried to do in her office. It would be just like throwing away what could've been Avery's. Jason hadn't responded. He was done with Samantha. But not quite done with his newfound abilities. He would use these abilities. Use them so no other family would have to go through the trauma that he suffered. He would become a vigilante. Keeping Nova City safe from the filth that tried to tear away everything people held close.
Jason picked up the mask in his hand. He had spent hours melting and welding a block of pure silver into this mask. A Silver Skull. He grabbed a black jacket, and put on black sweats. He then donned the Silver Skull mask, and hopped on his motorcycle, which he had spray-painted black with a gray skull on the front. He opened the garage door, and sped off.
Nova City was about to meet the Silver Skull.
"Please! Please!" the man pleaded.
"You're pathetic," Jason growled.
He was in a parking lot, and was holding a man who had stolen a purse that had been left in a van.
"Just let me go! I swear I'll reform! I swear!" the man sobbed.
"It's too late to reform," Jason growled again. He squeezed the man's left wrist so hard that his hand shot off, followed by a stream of blood.
"Oh God! Oh please just let me go! I swear! I swear!"
Jason flipped the man over, so that his nose slammed into the asphalt. Blood pooled around the man's face.
"It always starts out small. A petty theft from a van. But the crimes evolve. I can't let that happen. I'm stopping you here. Your crimes end now."
"Please..."
Jason stomped on his face. It was like taking an aluminum baseball bat to a pumpkin.
Jason walked off, blood dripping off of his shoe.