ENHANCED METABOLISMFast Healing
Kinetic ForceFalse Strength
kinda out of my league, here
It all started.... well. As much as the incident was burned into his mind, as much as it was the very thing that propelled him onward, the one thing he wanted to escape but never could--details faded. And he was always so paranoid that the details he forgot were going to be the ones that mattered.
It all started with the incident. The Incident, it more than warrants the capital letter. Something killed his mother, and the blame pointed straight to his father. And ever since then... his life slowed down. Stopped, almost. Even after the lightening hit, and he'd picked himself up, without a scratch (but he'd remembered it hurting, agonizing, just this side of too much pain). Even after then, when his body changed on him, but this time with pleasant surprises, unlike puberty (that was fun). Even then, he'd been at a standstill. Trying to find a way to clear his father's name, to prove it hadn't been him. Restore his reputation.
It... wasn't really something he could achieve. Not where he was. Not without more knowledge than he had. He'd thrown himself into the work, and he was pretty sure some of the chemicals (not all really, uh, advisable to keep in living quarters to begin with) had a lot to do with how he'd gained his powers. But now he had to minimize expenses, because almost everything was going to food. He felt like he was starving all the time. He could theorize why. Calories and healing and running. Metabolisms don't work for free.
So he'd still be stuck, but a different way, not that he'd really be making progress even with money from what jobs he could scrape up that forgave his perpetual tardiness. (Too much to do, too much to think, it was hard to keep up, sometimes. Most times.)
Then he shook loose.
Something--someone--shook him loose.
He'd had a chance to help save the world. Stand shoulder-to-shoulder with giants. Amazing people, battle-hardened and ready, and all of them more than a little scary. Next to them? He didn't even blip on the radar. But he was there, anyway. Because he'd been asked. Been invited. He needed... something. Friends? Friends, he needed friends. Being alone in his head, thinking too much... it always slowed him down. He just wanted to stop thinking. Avoid it as much as possible. Maybe he could stop trying to figure out the impossible. Maybe he could stop the doubt that he didn't remember it right, after all. He still was certain it wasn't his Dad--but that didn't mean it was bizarre. Didn't mean he hadn't suppressed some important memory, some important detail, that would exonerate his father.
Yeah he could go without thinking so much for awhile.
i just need friends...
timezone -5 gmt
original earth prime earth