It all started five years ago, April 5th,20XX. That was the year everything changed; for better or worse is for you to decide.

  The world is at the age of the superhero, but that also meant the rise of crime, corruption, and villainy. The world was on the verge of eating itself alive and there was only one with the power to change it all.

  Sadly, I must say, this is not the main focus of this story. In fact, to be honest, the main character of this story is as irrelevant to the whole of this story as it gets.

  “Dammit Jordan I'm tired of your bullshit! You're a dickless, incompetent, impotent, dipshit! I'm so done with you!” shouted Amy to Flash.

  “Come on babe, that was one time in the cold, don't say that. You're just stressed from work.”

  “You're talking to me about work you fucking bum?! I'm the one supporting us you worthless bastard.”

  “Look we could work this out. I just...don't think you should be talking like this. Especially with customers around.”

  “Hey, so I know I'm interrupting something, and as I do find it hilarious to watch a grown man getting castrated in public, but is my caramel frap ready yet?” nonchalantly spoken by a customer.

  “Yeah here you go, have a nice day!” with a drastic shift in tone, from irritable to cheerful, but now back to irritable. “Get the fuck out of my life you fucking reject. I've already burned all your things this morning, so there's no point in coming back to my apartment!”

  “You burned my Sailor Moon collection?!”

  “You're a real loser. You know that? Get out of here before I call the cops.”

  “Alright, alright, but when you cool off just call me.” he says as he walks out of the coffee shop.

  His name is Flash Jordan, a socially awkward, 26 year-old, unregistered power user, with below average intelligence, anxiety disorders, and almost no redeeming qualities; also the main protagonist of this story.

  With no other options, he makes his way through East City to a public housing unit for powered individuals. “What do you mean I can't stay here?!”

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  “Look here buddy, this place is for registered freaks, and even though you sure look the part, you ain't registered.”

  “Come on! I don't have anywhere else to go. My girlfriend kicked me out of my place and I don't have any cash on me at the moment. Can't you just give me a break.”

  “Hey asshole, I didn't get into this business to argue with scabs like you. Now scab off!”

  Jordan then began to walk out of the building until he was approached by a strange man in a trench coat with an upturned collar and glasses that concealed his identity. “Hey friend, need a place to stay?”

  “Ummm sure..”

  “Follow me.”

  Jordan naivety leads him to follow this strange man outside the building and around back to an alleyway. “Uhh..you're not gonna try anything weird are you?..” He says as he finally comes to his senses.

  “What do you mean? Oh you're probably worried because I haven't even introduced myself. Sorry about that!” The strange man then proceeds to open up his trench coat and reveal that he is wearing nothing else underneath.

  “Oh God!” exclaims Jordan, horrified by what is being shown, a naked blue man.

  “My name is Clark Peters, but my registered name is Crystal Meth Man. Nice to meet you!” He puts out his hand to shake Jordan's but Jordan hesitates as he is still reeling at the sight of the naked man before him. “Oh I see... you're a hugger!” Crystal Meth Man then proceeds to quickly embrace Jordan as Jordan tried to push him away with no success. “You're a pretty good hugger. Don't you just love pressing faces with a new friend?” Crystal Meth Man says as he moans and rubs his face against Jordan's happily and after a whole five minutes letting him go.

  “Uhh nice to meet you too..” Jordan says cringing.

  Crystal Meth Man then proceeds to modify his body so it becomes one with the concrete floor and creates an entrance to the basement of the building. Then he reconstitutes himself to his normal form once a pathway is finished being made. “That's pretty cool Clark!” Jordan exclaims. “How did you do that?!”

  “Well about fifty years ago, I used to be a well renowned scientist. Up until I got into a lab accident creating a vaccine to cure the common cold. After that my body has been able to change its molecular structure to whatever form I choose.”

  “Oh okay..so why the name?”

  “Well that's the other thing, the chemical I also created that day was actually meth amphetamine. I gotta say it worked well for me!” He says as he pulls out a meth pipe and starts smoking. “ Haven't had a cold since! By the way, I have a job for you. It's a job that was issued by the city for my skill level, but since I'm dancing with the devil for the next couple of days I won't be able to do it. Think you could do it?”

  “Ahh..sure, since you're letting me stay here.”

  “Awesome bro! All the information you need to know is in this envelope.”

  An hour later passes, and Jordan is on his way to his new assignment by foot. “I wish Meth Man would've told me that the job would be in two hours. He seems weird...but nice I guess; also pretty unreliable.” Jordan stuck in thought unknowingly bumps into something and feels that he walked into someone short. He looks down to find a child not paying much attention either walking home from school. “Oh shit, sorry about that kid. I was just thinking about everything I've gone through today. Being dumped, kicked out of my place, my precious belongings being destroyed, having a blue drug addict show me his…” He is suddenly interrupted by a beeping sound.

  “Time to take my pills…” the young boy then takes out a bottle of pills “one pill, two pill, three pill, blue pill…” The dullness in his eyes intensifies as he takes four pills at once with a bottle of water, and continues to look off into the distance; at a bird sitting on a power line. “Aren't you a pretty one? Wouldn't you like to come home with me?” he says. “Come and I'll let you eat the neighbors dog food.” The bird then flies to him, lands on his bag, and the boy just walks away without paying Jordan any mind.

  “What a strange boy..Oh shit we were standing in the street.”

  “Get out of the road asshole!” A driver shouts as he swerves around Jordan.

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