Alexander Lavelle Harris hovered there watching the moon rise slowly around the glistening gem of the earth as memories were sorted through in his head.
He wanted powers of his own and now those dreams had become a reality.
The trollish principal had forced them into Halloween costumes, an act that had led to the current situation. And he remembered at least one fight with another metahuman, one that with the passing of the spell Xander recognized.
It gave him the distinction of being one of the few people to have managed a draw in a one on one fight with the Hulk.
And it was funny to think that the entire thing had started due to two far less heroic costumes.
A scientist and a mild mannered reporter, two choices that unleashed the power of the Hulk and Superman upon the world.
xXx
A green eyed boy sat as calmly as he could at the funeral of his mentor and adopted father.
He had now lost three families, one after another.
His first had died before he could really remember, and then his aunt, uncle, and cousin had died in a disaster before he even turned six.
Now the man who had taken him in had died, and left him heir to a fortune and a gift.
He had known of his heritage, Lamont had told him that much.
Now the fourteen year old son of a great legacy had been given the powers his mentor had once used when the old man died, a last rest for one who had spent nearly a century making up for the crimes of his youth.
His memories of that last laugh of his mentor right before death came upon him.
The aged man that had been a friend and ally to his adopted father had brought his own great-grandaughter. A young brunette who's mother had abused her enough that Cliff could rescue her when he found out.
The ruby flash of the signet ring on his finger had recieved a nod from Uncle Cliff Secord.
Perhaps it was time to make his own place in the world, though he would not take up the name Lamont had used. Combining the powers of the one who knew the evil in the hearts of men with his own magical power and the knowledge gained from that last touch of his mind by that wizened mentor.
He was Harold Cranston, born Harry Potter.
The world would soon see the birth of a new legend.
xXx
Jonathan Levinson groaned as he crawled out of the ditch before realizing that of his costume all he had left was a pair of shredded pants.
Frantically he tried to remove as much of the muck off of him before staggering for home.
It was the intervention of two monsters that forced him into action.
"Don't make me angry," he stated slowly the words he remembered almost as a dream from earlier in the night, "You won't like me when I'm angry."
xXx
He was running for his life, a bit faster than usual when the two supervillains both fired.
Then the pain began as two "unique" weapons mixed to create a tear in the fabric of being and Dash felt the void tear him apart.
An impact and he let out an unearthly scream of pain and terror before a flash of light.
xXx
She watched the burial of her great-grandfathers closest remaining friend after the death of his wife and daughter.
Her own life had been horrible, her mother had tried to pimp her out and her great-grandfather had brought the matter to the courts, leaving him with custody and her mother in prison.
The ancient man had given her a real chance at life, one her mother would never have considered.
It was funny, really, how it had worked out. Her grandmother had ended up married and died young while her grandfather shut down leaving his daughter to fend for herself which led to her own situation.
Her Great-grandfather had told her stories of the past, memories of events before the second World War, ones of heroes and villains. Ones she wondered if were true.
Faith nodded slowly as the rain began to fall, a seeming tribute to the dead man that had seemingly several hundred mourners, most wearing identical rings with the same red stone.
xXx
His guardian had just fallen and the demon kept comming.
It was truely an unholy terror that even he couldn't face with the abilities he'd been given because of the blood of the demons that had somehow brought a human into the world.
Holtz had fallen protecting him from this new abomination, the only father he knew died to save him.
Then was when the portal opened that they had been waiting for as the beast bullrushed him, both he and the monster entering as it unleashed a burst of hellfire that shattered the swirling path as they entered.
xXx
He dropped the cigar as the lightshow began.
Spending the past several months on the streets had changed him, and, while he knew smoking wasn't quite legal, it didn't really matter.
A group in the government was after him, and had almost since he was created as a clone.
And so he went on the run, making sure to cover his tracks as best he could.
Jonothan O'neill eyes widened as what looked like two kids and a two story tall monster came crashing out into downtown LA.
He wanted powers of his own and now those dreams had become a reality.
The trollish principal had forced them into Halloween costumes, an act that had led to the current situation. And he remembered at least one fight with another metahuman, one that with the passing of the spell Xander recognized.
It gave him the distinction of being one of the few people to have managed a draw in a one on one fight with the Hulk.
And it was funny to think that the entire thing had started due to two far less heroic costumes.
A scientist and a mild mannered reporter, two choices that unleashed the power of the Hulk and Superman upon the world.
xXx
A green eyed boy sat as calmly as he could at the funeral of his mentor and adopted father.
He had now lost three families, one after another.
His first had died before he could really remember, and then his aunt, uncle, and cousin had died in a disaster before he even turned six.
Now the man who had taken him in had died, and left him heir to a fortune and a gift.
He had known of his heritage, Lamont had told him that much.
Now the fourteen year old son of a great legacy had been given the powers his mentor had once used when the old man died, a last rest for one who had spent nearly a century making up for the crimes of his youth.
His memories of that last laugh of his mentor right before death came upon him.
The aged man that had been a friend and ally to his adopted father had brought his own great-grandaughter. A young brunette who's mother had abused her enough that Cliff could rescue her when he found out.
The ruby flash of the signet ring on his finger had recieved a nod from Uncle Cliff Secord.
Perhaps it was time to make his own place in the world, though he would not take up the name Lamont had used. Combining the powers of the one who knew the evil in the hearts of men with his own magical power and the knowledge gained from that last touch of his mind by that wizened mentor.
He was Harold Cranston, born Harry Potter.
The world would soon see the birth of a new legend.
xXx
Jonathan Levinson groaned as he crawled out of the ditch before realizing that of his costume all he had left was a pair of shredded pants.
Frantically he tried to remove as much of the muck off of him before staggering for home.
It was the intervention of two monsters that forced him into action.
"Don't make me angry," he stated slowly the words he remembered almost as a dream from earlier in the night, "You won't like me when I'm angry."
xXx
He was running for his life, a bit faster than usual when the two supervillains both fired.
Then the pain began as two "unique" weapons mixed to create a tear in the fabric of being and Dash felt the void tear him apart.
An impact and he let out an unearthly scream of pain and terror before a flash of light.
xXx
She watched the burial of her great-grandfathers closest remaining friend after the death of his wife and daughter.
Her own life had been horrible, her mother had tried to pimp her out and her great-grandfather had brought the matter to the courts, leaving him with custody and her mother in prison.
The ancient man had given her a real chance at life, one her mother would never have considered.
It was funny, really, how it had worked out. Her grandmother had ended up married and died young while her grandfather shut down leaving his daughter to fend for herself which led to her own situation.
Her Great-grandfather had told her stories of the past, memories of events before the second World War, ones of heroes and villains. Ones she wondered if were true.
Faith nodded slowly as the rain began to fall, a seeming tribute to the dead man that had seemingly several hundred mourners, most wearing identical rings with the same red stone.
xXx
His guardian had just fallen and the demon kept comming.
It was truely an unholy terror that even he couldn't face with the abilities he'd been given because of the blood of the demons that had somehow brought a human into the world.
Holtz had fallen protecting him from this new abomination, the only father he knew died to save him.
Then was when the portal opened that they had been waiting for as the beast bullrushed him, both he and the monster entering as it unleashed a burst of hellfire that shattered the swirling path as they entered.
xXx
He dropped the cigar as the lightshow began.
Spending the past several months on the streets had changed him, and, while he knew smoking wasn't quite legal, it didn't really matter.
A group in the government was after him, and had almost since he was created as a clone.
And so he went on the run, making sure to cover his tracks as best he could.
Jonothan O'neill eyes widened as what looked like two kids and a two story tall monster came crashing out into downtown LA.
.