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Posted on behalf of Bonofett. He wrote it, all I did was some minor editing
I used to be a hero. I was a soldier. I was important. In my former life I saved the world a dozen times. Now what am I? My name is Eric Richter, I used to be called Neutron. Now I'm just another member of the night stock crew at Mal-Mart.
I know what you're thinking right now and the answer is no. The government doesn't have a good retirement plan for superheroes that lost their powers and have had a nervous breakdown. I was on top of the world flying high with The Squad then boom my powers just started fading.
One year ago...
"Neutron take the three snipers on the roof out. Titan and Raven, follow me through the front." The way Falcon gives orders you just know that they're right. You can't question the guy.
"Copy that Falcon. Consider the snipers toast."
It was really a routine mission, twenty armed guerrillas holding a small Capitol building hostage in South America. No big deal right? I can do this in my sleep.
As I got closer to the building the snipers started opening fire on me. My Q-wave fires flares. I build a shield between my body and their bullets. Every slug disintegrates before it gets close. Then all of a sudden...
" Falcon!! This is Neutron, I'm hit! Im losing power and falling fast!!!"
Titan bursts through a wall and catches me as I fall. Before he even sets me down I'm out cold.
Two days later. It took fifteen sutures to repair the wound in my back. The Docs don't know what caused it but it definitely was not a bullet. I can't sleep. The pain is beyond belief. I'm hooked up to an IV pumping me full of pain killers. I slip in and out of consciousness for the next few days.
One week after the incident, I'm up and around in P.T. I try and power up. The wound in my back shoots pain directly to my brain and my powers never surface.
The head Doc says that after the tests they've run it looks like what ever hit me negated my ability to absorb and channel energy and radiation. I'm normal for the first time since I was fifteen, I can lead a normal life.
Six months. I've been tossed out of every bar in town, none of my old friends have time to talk. My mom kicked me out of the house cause my government checks stopped coming. I start working at the freaking Mal-Mart just so I an pay rent at the flea bag hotel I live at now.
I try not to pay attention to the super shenanigans going on in the world. I just keep my head down and get on with life.
Today...
The newspaper in the breakroom at work said some weird stuff was going down all over the planet. Heroes are being killed weird $#!% falling from the sky in London. I don't care. I'm gonna buy a bottle of whiskey and go home, get hammered and watch South Park. Its unusually cold tonight. The weather report said it was gonna be sixty degrees out but I can see my breath. The wind is picking up too maybe we'll get some rain tonight.
Suddenly I feel the hairs on my arms stand up, like the air is charged with electricity. Then I see him standing at the end of the street. I've seen him before. His name is Blackhorn.
" What do you want with me? I don't have any powers anymore I'm just a regular schmuck."
"You are called Neutron. You will die to feed my power."
He comes at me quick; I can barely get out of the way. I turn around and he's got me by the throat. Well Eric looks like this is goodnight.
"Now then weakling prepare for eternal darkness..."
I can feel something different flowing through me. Its power, power I've never felt before. Its incredible and intoxicating!! I explode in a black flash of ebon energy. I feel like I'm glowing white hot. Blackhorn backs away. I'm guessing he is as afraid of what I'm becoming as I'm excited by it.
"Well I thought you were going to send me to eternal darkness and all that crap. Are you backing out when things get a little interesting?"
“I will return for you insolent whelp. " with that the big bad malevolent dbag dissapears. Now what am I gonna do first?
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