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Chapter 3; Acknowledgement
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The group wakes up, and heads out to the hotel's Dennys for breakfast. They fill up on food and get into the car. The chauffer drives them to Central Park and says he will pick them up there at 10' or earlier if they call. Everyone thanks him as he heads out. For about 5 minutes, the group decides where they want to go.
Mike: Let's head to the Empire State building first.
Philip: Then I want to go to that huge arcade on the wharf.
Ron: I get to pick lunch then.
Mike: Deal.
The group heads off to the Empire State, while walking along the streets a shriek sounds nearby. Almost instinctively, Mike yells 'call 911', and runs off into an alleyway, not giving Ron or Philip a chance to respond. After a few twists and turns Mike finds a young woman whose bawling in her hands while on her knees.
Mike: What happened?!
Woman: (Sobbing)...Some thief stole my purse and my engagement ring, it happened so fast--
Mike: --No time, which way did he go?
The woman points down an alleyway and Mike darts down it at a speed that startles the woman and himself at the same time. He turns right, then left then another left and sees the thief, panting, close a door on the side of a small T-Shirt store. Thoughts of the martial arts he has been learning flood his mind, he cautiously looks in the window and sees the thief head up stairs. Mike tries the door. Locked. All of the sudden, his body swells with the tingly feeling and steps back feeling it stronger than ever before. Something catches his eye, an open circuit panel with the circuits cut and sparking. Mike looks down at his hand, flashes of his accident years ago along with the recent events that have been happening all circle around in his head. Mike looks back at the circuit board, then the door, cautiously he holds his hand out in a knife chop position and focuses on the doorknob. In a brilliant beam of energy, he blasts the doorknob apart, opening the door. Shocked (Pun intended) at what he just did he almost forgets about the thief. Almost. Mike runs at a speed he never imagined through the store, and up the couple flights of stairs and stops when he sees the thief going through the purse up on the roof.
Mike: Hold it! (He says very sternly)
Thief: What the hell? How'd you get up here?
Mike: The old fashion way; now give me the purse.
Thief: (Starts to laugh) You think you can take me kid? (He pulls out a gun)
Mike: This is your last chance. (His face drops from smiling to uncertainty)
Thief: What makes you so confidant?
Mike: That's for me to know and for you to find out.
Thief: Then let's find out!
The thief fires the gun at the dead center of Mike's chest, as the bullet nears the chest Mike's hand grabs the bullet and holds his fist there. The thief's face was in awe, he then repeatedly fired all the rounds he had left. Every single round that was shot mike caught by only moving his arm and hand. 'Click, click'. The thief drops the gun and takes 2 steps back in total shock, Mike holds out his hand and drops the bullets.
Thief: What ARE you?!
Mike: I'm Justice. (Oh yeah, that's perfect! Mike thinks to himself while keeping his stern look.)
In an instant, Mike runs up to the purse, puts everything back and slings it on his shoulder. The thief starts to make a break for it back down the stairs; Mike easily speeds past the thief and appears right in front of him. The thief hesitates, giving Mike the chance to land a couple hits in the stomach and the head, which at the speed he was punching, knocked him out. Not wanting to make a scene on the street, he picks up the thief, and runs down the stairs grabbing a long rope from the store's basement along with a pad of paper and a pen. Mike runs at hyper-speed towards where the woman was, returning the purse and tying the thief to the pole with a note...
"Wait for the police, they're on their way. Everything is back in you purse, congratulations."
~ Anonymous
Before the woman has a chance to say a word, Mike runs of toward where he left Ron and Philip. He sees them by a pay phone. Mike hides behind the wall of the alleyway to catch his breath, then turns the corner.
Philip: What happened? (Ron gets off the phone)
Ron: The police are on their way. Did you find who shrieked?
Mike: You guys are not going to believe this, come around here into the alleyway, quick.
Mike leads them into the alleyway out of site of the street. He tells them the story of what happened while the other 2 look at him with raised eyebrows.
Ron: No way.
Philip: Show us.
Mike: Ok.
Mike focuses on the lamp-post nearby holding out his hand like before. The lamp-post start to fluctuate, it grow extremely bright and explodes. Both Ron and Philip turn back to Mike in disbelief.
Ron & Philip: DUUUDE!
Mike: That's not all.
Mike then zips around both Ron and Philip creating a small whirlwind, then stops not feeling the effects of being tired, but with a smirk of confidence.
Ron: You said this all happened because of the lightning strike right?
Mike: Yeah.
Philip: You should definitely become a superhero.
Mike: I'd better hit the gym then; spandex is hard to pull of. (They laugh)
Ron: Maybe you can do other things; what else can electricity affect in you bod--muscles, they use electro-chemicals, it's how you're able to move so fast but what if--
Mike: --I focused it on my strength...
Mike walks over to a completely full dumpster, bends down and puts his hands underneath it. Cautiously, he lifts a little bit, the dumpster shakes, then as Mike focuses on his strength, he lifts the dumpster straight over his head.
Mike: Man, I feel so cool. (Lifting the dumpster like a lifting weights)
Ron: Woah, ok then (Mike tosses the dumpster down with ease), super speed, super strength, and control over electricity. What else?
Philip: What about magnets?
Mike looks at Philip, then at the metal dumpster. Focusing on his arm again he shoots his arm out and the dumpster doesn't move.
Mike: Nope, no magnetism. What if I drew electricity directly out of the air?
Mike places his hands out 45 degrees and, once again, focuses on what he wants. Lighting strikes his palms from no where once, twice, and a third time. Then all of the sudden dozens of lighting bolts are striking his palms almost instantaneously. He starts to levitate, then shoots forwards. 'AAAAAHAHAHAHA!' Mike yells as he flies through the alleyway into the side of the wall. 'Oooo' Ron and Philip mutter as they hear the crunch.
Mike: (Walking back to the other 2) We just got a new job today; find out where I can get a costume.
Ron: That's going to be tough, especially finding one that actually looks decent while still being able to stand up to whatever you're going to do to it. (He says as they walk back toward the street, and head down the block)
Mike: Well I have somebody in mind that might be able to help...
Philip: Who?
As Philip asks who, Mike turns his back to the building behind him and smiles. Ron and Philip both look up at the building the start to nod their heads and smile. The group walks in to the building below a poster of the one and only, Stan Lee.
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