The Adventures of Mighty Man
The Last Might
The day is Dark and gloomy, with a shock of Lighting down the back of the clouds. The cries of today waiting for tomorrow. Allas the sun arises but just before the light took its first breath, a young boy by the name of James Turbin a young American at the age of 9, was walking in the dark with a glistening metal flashlight. He was looking for his golden locket his mother gave him before she passed. He traced his steps in the dark of the night. He searched Johnny's backyard,Sallys porch,and even mr.Goodwin's parking lot. Nothing not even a shine. The Day grew darker and the light even dimmer. But just as james came to his limit he came across a blue and white disk. The disk shook vigorously. Making the ground feel like an earthquake. James being terrified but yet so curious comes closer to the unknown object. He reaches out his hand to grab the disk, when the shaking stopped. "What just happened?" James pondered. He dropped it immediately and took 3 steps back. The disk opened like how a safe opens once you pick the lock. James was petrified but he kept his arm out and touched the disk once more. The latches broke on the top and James stared. He tapped the inside with his left tip of his pointer finger. A huge M inflated like a balloon from the center of the disk. Then everything went black.
The Mystery begins
It’s been four hours and he just lied there staring into nothing. But his ears, heard the breeze hit the chimes from Mr.Goodwin's porch. James felt like an elephant was on his stomach. The light increased and the sun rose. James fidgeted his fingertips and immediately felt itchy from the moist grass. James still couldn't move. He heard a voice so deep almost as if it was from his father. "Dad? dad please ..help. i’m down here." His mouth didn't move and the voice continued. He could only make out one word...Might. James awoke his arms moved, he stood up and saw no one. "Where am I?" He shuttered. Wherever it was it was freezing. James stayed very still for what he saw brought him to his knees.
Dad, his eyes betrayed him for what he heard wasn't his father because, his dad didn't have blood dripping from his nose. His eyes bloodshot. His dad didn't have a Gun in his hand. His dad didn't have huge arms. His dad didn't have a bullet in his chest. His dad didn't hold a massage covered in blood. Tears fell from James. He slammed his hands to the ground. The object came closer. His eyes grew wider. His heart dropped further. He spoke, James Turbin? Yea..yes? It’s your father. He never told you but, i don't have time to explain. James, the man held out his hand. James this was your fathers. An M? Yes an M. This M was white. Its time. James its time. The man pushed both hands out and essence of blue light landed on me. The man disappeared. "What now?"
"What did it stand for ? Who wanted it ? And why did this man in blood hand me a letter?" James scanned the object in his hand. He noticed a label across the letter. He made out the same word he heard. Might. His body fell. His eyes turned from green to blue. His chest turned black. And his voice went dark. He couldn't speak. James moved his lips...nothing. He moved his hand across his chest he felt cloth. But it was hard. It felt like a rock that wouldn't break. He then looked back to his hand. The M, its Gone ! He searched his pockets but all he found was a candy wrapper from his chocolate deluxe candy bar. A mirror appeared in front of him. He was floored. His eyes tried to make sense of what he was or now who he is now. For what he saw was a white M stuck to his chest. He scratched what used to be his chest and felt just the beat of his heart now. He felt strong. And powerful. James searched the floor for a way out he even shifted his hands across the black tile. Then he noticed a button engraved in the floor. He pushed it down. The floor opened. He fell through. It got colder and colder then he got hotter and hotter. Like an asteroid falling from the depths of space. His eyes closed shut. His heart dropped and so did his stomach. But then he stopped. He opened one eye. He was felt grass. Was it all a dream? Or was this just the beginning?
To be continued...
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