Fan Fiction ❯ The Dwayne Wayne Chronicles ❯ Dwayne Wayne Chronicles-Ch. 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Showstopper 
The beginning of Dwayne Wayne's journey from nerd to superhero.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 238 | Status: Completed
The beginning of Dwayne Wayne's journey from nerd to superhero.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 238 | Status: Completed
The Dwayne Wayne Chronicles-Chapter 1
Dwayne Wayne woke up in his bed wondering why the hell school had to start so damn early. He was glad that he was a high school senior and he would have a chance to leave this god-awful place. New Wales, New York was one of the toughest cities in the country and he would definitely get out of the big NW since he was currently the valedictorian of his class with many college scholarship offers. Dwayne also thought about all the times he got the living shit beat out of him when he was walking to school. The trifling gang bangers loved to pick on him for some reason. They were just jealous of his superior intelligence and ho-macking ability. No girl could resist his game and chiseled physique. Dwayne smiled as he got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Dwayne posed in the mirror, flexing his 5"5 frame to the utmost. Dwayne's bird chest and spaghetti arms were puffed out proudly. His coal-black eyes shone with pride at just how damn good he looked. His hair was cut perfectly in a box haircut, even though his fellow students constantly ragged on him for that. He smiled as he looked at his beautiful Wesley Snipes-like complexion. His teeth were commonly called gopher teeth, but Dwayne preferred to think of his teeth as distinguished. After grooming and admiring himself some more, Dwayne left the bathroom to get his clothes together.
Dwayne pulled out his standard plaid shirt, suspenders, high-water black pants and penny loafers, ready to take on the world. He loved his fashion sense, because nobody could rock plaid and suspenders like him. Dwayne put on his clothes, grabbed his backpack and multi-purpose flip shades/glasses and went downstairs to eat some Rocky Road cereal. As he was eating his cereal, he wished that his mom were around. Unfortunately, his mother died of a heart attack when he was 6 years old and Dwayne missed her dearly. Dwayne scowled as his thoughts turned to his father. His dad beat him for a couple of years after his mother's death. Willy Wayne blamed him for his wife's death and he took his rage out on Dwayne. The bastard was now serving a life term for child abuse. Hence, he had to move from Buffalo to New Wales to live with his grandma since the age of 10. His grandma was cool; she would always cook for him and had words of advice for him whenever he needed it.
Dwayne finished eating his breakfast and walked out of the apartment to a beautiful summer day in New York. The sun shone brightly and puffy clouds floated in the air as Dwayne moved toward his destination. The neighborhood Dwayne lived in was full of graffiti littering the streets and run-down buildings. Dwayne continued walking to New Wales High School, possibly the worst school in the city. It was so bad most of the teachers didn't make it there, so the school always had to have substitute teachers on call for weeks at a time until the normal teachers finally decided to actually teach something. Unfortunately for the students, most of the teachers weren't much more intelligent than the students. Dwayne was also surprised that there were no gang members prowling the streets. For once, he would avoid getting pummeled by Catman, Jughead, and Pumpkinhead, three members of the Golden Glocks gang. The Golden Glocks basically ran the city; the cops couldn't stop them and other opposing gangs crumbled under their might. The only thing that Dwayne liked about the Golden Glocks was the golden gun on their shoulders. He knew all about that tattoo as they would pound him into the pavement. He questioned the wisdom of having a gang member have something that could easily be identified, but hey he wasn't a criminal. Dwayne also wasn't down with the charming practice of getting beaten down by 30 people just to have the privilege of becoming a member of the Golden Glocks. The Math Club was just fine for him.
Dwayne was about twenty feet away from NWHS. New Wales High School was built in the 1970's and hadn't seen much changes since, with the imposing building crumbling with age and neglect. Dwayne moved toward the front door of the school when Catman, Pumpkinhead, and Jughead ran in front of him. Dwayne groaned because he didn't even seem them coming. Catman's 5"10 ripped frame looked down at Dwayne with disdain. "Look at Steve Urkel, peeps." snickered Catman. Jughead and Pumpkinhead also laughed at the witty remark of Catman. Jughead and Pumpkinhead stood 6"2 and were identical twins with rippling muscles and knife scarred faces.
"Don't you people have somewhere else to be?" asked Dwayne in annoyance
Jughead shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Nah, we just want to beat you down as usual. It's fun to see you lying on the ground in pain. You think that you're better than us, well youain't shit. You're just a n**** nerd."
Dwayne looked at the trio in disgust, "You know, I'm getting sick and tired of you and your friends beating the shit out of me every day. Enough is enough and it's time for a change, mainly you three chumps getting your asses kicked."
Catman looked at him in amazement and shrugged, "It's your funeral." Catman and his compatriots surrounding Dwayne, cracking their knuckles in anticipation of the carnage they were about to impose on Dwayne.
The fight was short, brutal, and one sided. Dwayne amanaged to hit Catman as hard as could in the stomach, which led to a smile from Catman as the punch had no effect on him. Catman punched Dwayne in the stomach, drawing the air out of his body. As Dwayne fell to the ground into the fetal position, Jughead and Pumpkinhead stomped a mudhole in Dwayne and walked it dry. Dwayne took this ass whooping for about 2 minutes then the three Golden Glocks members stopped their assault. Catman bent down on the ground and looked in Dwayne's eyes and said, "One day, you won't be breathing. I've hated your uppity ass since we were kids. You always used to mock me for being slow in elementary school. Well, look at me now. I've got more benjamins than you ever will and I've fucked more hoes than you will. Remember this, Dwayne my friends and I will come back and hit you where it hurts."
"If you hurt my grandma, I'll kill you." croaked Dwayne.
"We'll see." replied Catman with a sneer as he got up and kicked Dwayne in the ribcage again. Dwayne hissed in pain as the three goons walked away.
Dwayne slowly staggered to his feet, his right eye swelling up in pain. His ribs also hurt like a bitch. Dwayne stomped his foot on the ground and yelled at the top of his lungs in rage. This action caused the pain to intensify, so he decided to get inside NWHS and go to his home away from home, the nurse's office. Dwayne walked into the high school and no one looked at him, industriously keeping his or her heads down. Dwayne saw this and was pissed off that no one would at least try and help him. Then again, he wasn't surprised at his fellow classmates' reluctance. No one messed with members of the Golden Glocks unless they wanted severe brain damage. Dwayne got to the nurse's office and signed his name at the check-in desk and plopped down. He was glad that this place wasn't packed with other people who were also attacked by the Golden Glocks. The receptionist told Dwayne that Ms. Lawrence was ready to see him now. Dwayne shuffled over to the nurse's operating room. The receptionist shook her head at Dwayne's appearance. She knew his medical history like the back of her hand because the office kept track of his extensive file. He's had black eyes, concussions, bruised ribcages and sore knees and just about everything else short of getting a bullet between the eyes. She never understood why he kept on getting beaten up the Golden Glocks. The receptionist sighed and continued to work on her crossword puzzle.
Laquanda Lawrence saw Dwayne and sighed. "Do I even need to ask?"
"No, we both know who did this." Dwayne spat.
Laquanda got an ice packet and put it over Dwayne's right eye, "Anything else hurting?"
"My ribs are in pain again." answered Dwayne with a grimace.
"Okay, I'll put some salve on your ribs and tape them up. You can't do anything strenuous." Laquanda replied a soft voice. Dwayne pulled up his shirt and Laquanda did her task. As Laquanda moved her hands on his ribs, Dwayne felt stirrings at Laquanda's touch. The only good thing about getting stomped by those Golden Glocks morons was feeling those long fingers on his torso. Dwayne always peeked at her bountiful cleavage and looked at her ghetto booty. He swore that he could bounce 40 ounce bottles off that ass. Laquanda was real close to her mom when she was alive. Dwayne felt a little bit funny at the fact that he was lusting after someone who was like an unofficial aunt to him. Laquanda looked at Dwayne and thought about his mother. Mrs. Wayne was a sweet human being. She could never figure out why she stayed with that weak-ass man of hers. That venerable quote "love is blind" must be true because Willy Wayne was a mean-spirited scrap of a man. However, she seemed to be able to see the good in him when no one else could. Laquanda couldn't forgive him for the constant abuse he dished out to Dwayne when he was a little kid. Unfortunately, Dwayne continues to take abuse today. She just hoped that he would be able to live long enough to graduate and leave this place.
"All finished." said Laquanda. She gave him a pat on the back and told him he had to get to his AP English class. Dwayne smiled, put on his shirt and left the nurse's office.
Dwayne jogged over to his AP English class and sat down in his usual seat in front of his tight kid corners, Robert Benner and Creaig Dunton. Robert Benner was about 6"2, with red hair, slightly overweight with a rubbery face. He always could twist his face into some of the silliest expressions he'd ever seen. Dwayne could remember the time when Robert was a Jesus freak. Nowadays, Rob was one of the most ign't people he'd ever met. Dwayne was glad that he finally got on the right side. The main reason for that transformation was Creaig Dunton. Creaig told him about the Wu-Tang Clan and when he listened to it for the first time that was it. Creaig was about the same height as Robert, maybe a little bit taller. He had sandy blonde hair and was also slightly overweight with a penchant for playing video games, talking shit and making noise music. Those two were the main reasons AP English was bearable. The AP English teacher, Ms. Jolly was too damn happy. She had to be on some Chinese weed to be happy to teach here in NWHS.
Ms. Jolly, with her glasses and unsettling smile, began to pass out the papers for the last assignment they had. Dwayne was confident that he would get an A on this shit. The assignment was to transcribe a passage of McBeth into modern language. Dwayne looked at his paper with disbelief. He saw that he got a D on the paper. Dwayne looked at Creaig's paper and he got a D as well. Both of them looked at Rob's paper and saw that he too got the dreaded D. Dwayne couldn't believe that she had given them a D for their efforts. Black Ebonics was used in California, so it should definitely count as modern language. He actually used his imagination to make McBeth come alive.
Dwayne raised his hand and asked Ms. Jolly, "Why did Creaig, Rob, and I get D's on the paper?"
Ms. Jolly looked at Dwayne with scorn and replied, "I'm disappointed in you guys. You should know that ebonics isn't a language."
Dwayne jumped up and yelled, "YES IT IS! California uses it as an official language and everyone in this classroom uses it in their daily conversation." Ms. Jolly moved over and stood in front of Dwayne, staring in disbelief that he would raise his voice at her. Dwayne stood over her with a look of defiance, thinking back to his freshman year when she burst into their honors classroom and pitched a huge hissy fit because the class didn't work up to their potential. He didn't want to go to her honors English class the next year, but no one else was teaching honors that year, so he had no choice. Dwayne never liked her very much, although she never knew that due to his masterful ability to hide his hatred from her. Well, until now anyway.
Ms. Jolly coldly snapped, "Sit down or I'll have you kicked out of my classroom and you don't want that on your record." Dwayne slowly sat down, still glaring at Ms. Jolly. Creaig and Rob gave Dwayne gave him props for standing up to Ms. Jolly. The rest of the class just looked at him like he had lost his mind. After that incident, the class went on as usual which were basically Creaig, Rob, and Dwayne being smart-asses.
Dwayne left the AP English class and went to his AP Calculus class and Physics class respectively. Both of those classes were god awful, especially Calculus. Ms. Lee taught Calculus and her fat ass was like Hitler. Nobody could even remotely try and have fun. On top of that, her teaching was wacky. Dwayne already decided to just bomb that trifling AP Calculus test that he had to take later in the year. He couldn't figure that shit out and it wasn't going to screw up his college chances if he messed the test up. Physics was slightly better, basically because Dwayne spent all of his time ogling Jennifer Bowens. Her blonde hair and tightly toned body made Dwayne feel tingly inside.
Dwayne finished his classes and started to walk home, still in pain from the beatdown he experienced earlier. He was thinking about how his day has been so damn wack. He'd gotten beat down again by the Golden Glocks and gotten a D on his English assignment. He also didn't want to go to this tacky play in his English class tomorrow. The only good thing about it was that he and his homeboys got out of their classes for a while.
While Dwayne was walking to his house, he didn't notice two men watching him intently. The first man was clothed in all black, black shirt and black pants. The man was 6"2 with a ruddy complexion, brown eyes, red hair with a slight build. The second man was about 5"10, overweight with pale skin, black hair, and blue eyes.
The first man looked at the second man intently and asked his partner, "When do we do it?"
The second man hissed, "Tonight."
Dwayne walked into the apartment and threw his backpack on the couch. "I'm home, Grandma." cried out Dwayne as he started rummaging for some grub. Mrs. Wayne walked into the kitchen, her wizened face crinkling into a grin at seeing her grandson looking for food. He was growing to be such a strong man. Mrs. Denise Wayne hoped that he would be able to get out of this hellhole soon. Kids like him shouldn't be subjected to such a violent environment like this. She was still here in the neighborhood because she didn't have enough money to move out of this place. Denise was worried about how he was fitting in socially. He had friends, but he was very shy. Dwayne never had a girlfriend before and she wasn't even sure he's kissed a girl before. "How are you doing, Dwayne?" said Denise. Dwayne sighed and told her all about how his day has been horrible with the beating and the grade on his English assignment. Denise told him to go to his room and rest for a while.
Dwayne went upstairs to his room and lay down on his bed. He closed his eyes and had a peaceful sleep. He woke up after a couple of hours, refreshed and in a decent mood. Dwayne looked at his clock and saw that it was 7:00 p.m. It was time to heat up the old dependable, the Banquet Microwave dinner. His grandmother usually went to the local bingo hall on Monday nights so he had to scrounge up some food. He needed to learn how to actually cook something, but for right now, Banquet Microwave Dinner hit the spot. Dwayne went downstairs to the kitchen, put a Banquet Chicken Fingers Dinner in the microwave and sat down. Dwayne heard someone knocking on the door and he wondered who would be visiting him during a school night. He looked out the peephole and saw two men outside of his house. One guy had red hair and the other one had black hair. They looked scruffy, but he would just open the door a crack and see what they wanted.
The two men saw their target and pounced on him, pushing Dwayne back when he opened the door slightly. Dwayne fell back on his ass, with the result aggravating his already bruised ribcage. Both men started to kick him in the ribcage viciously. The blonde man picked him up and held Dwayne up as his partner punched Dwayne in the kidney. Dwayne sobbed out in pain as the blond man threw Dwayne over to the black-haired man so he could get a rabbit punch in. The two men threw Dwayne against the refrigerator, injuring his back. The blond-haired man bitch-slapped Dwayne and sneered at him.
The black-haired man pulled out a silencer and prepared to fire. "It's been fun, kid. We could've just shot you, but we figured that the mighty ghetto superhero needed to get the shit beat out of him for a while before he died." As he continued to see stars, Dwayne was wondering what the hell he was talking about when two other men rushed into his house. One dude had blonde hair and was about 6"2, muscular with sandy blonde hair and a bright teal suit on. The other man was slightly shorter than his friend with a baldhead, a reed thin build and a white suit on. Dwayne's attackers snarled and went to attack the two newcomers. With a detached manner, the teal-attired man ducked the punch by the blonde-haired man and punched him in the jaw followed by a lethal savate kick to the face that knocked him out. The black-haired man fired a bullet at the bald headed man. Unfortunately for him, the bald-headed man was too fast for his bullet, avoiding the missile of death and smashing the shooter's face with his fist. While he was staggering, baldie took the gun away from his hand and pistol-whipped him to the floor.
The two men looked at their opponents at shook their heads at how easy it was to defeat them. Their enemies must be getting desperate if they thought that a couple of thugs could beat them. Dwayne was lying in a heap on the kitchen floor, blood oozing from his nose. He heard a gunshot and wondered if anybody was shot. Then again, it really didn't matter as long as he didn't take the bullet. His last thought before he lost consciousness was that he really wants to know whom he pissed off in heaven to be getting all this bad luck on him today.
Dwayne slowly opened his eyes and saw his grandmother looking at him with tears streaming down her face. "Grandma, what happened?" said Dwayne in a whisper.
Denise cooed"Shh, don't talk. You need to save your strength." Dwayne looked around and saw that he was in a hospital room. His kidneys hurt, his ribcage was broken, and his back was definitely bruised, if not broken.
"Where are those guys that saved me?" whispered Dwayne.
"They're here, do you want me to get them?" said Mrs. Wayne.
Dwayne nodded and his grandmother went to get them. Mrs. Wayne got the duo and said, "I'm grateful for you saving my grandson's life. What are your names?"
The two men looked at Mrs. Wayne and smiled sheepishly as they told her that they were named PD and DP respectively. PD and DP walked into Dwayne's hospital room. Dwayne saw them and gave them a wan smile.
Dwayne whispered and said, "Thanks for saving my life, but who are you guys?"
The blond hair man spoke and said that his name was PD, the Pimp Daddy and the bald man said that his name was DP, Da Player.
"Okay, why I'm I getting beat down more than usual."
PD sighed, "Those two men were trying to kill you to stop your destiny, which is to become the next ghetto superhero."
DP took up the tale, "Your destiny is to be as much of a bad-ass as Shaft, a ladies man like Dolemite, and to be as cunning as Black Ceaser."
Dwayne looked at them quizzically and remarked, "Those guys are 70's blaxploitation characters. I'll admit that they're cool as hell, but they weren't exactly the first names that come to my mind when I want to rub out crime."
PD shook his head and remarked, "Listen, I know this seems like a joke, but you're meant to be a superhero. You have the grit, intelligence, and virtues necessary to be a superhero."
DP looked at him and replied, "Aren't you tired of getting pummeled constantly by members of the Golden Glocks? This city is rife with crime and other shit. I know you don't want your grandmother to spend her last years on this planet with this city the way it is now. New Wales High School used to be a lot better than the piece of shit it has become. In your neighborhood of Washington Heights, kids used to play in the streets. Today, kids won't play in the streets unless they want to see gang warfare every day. But most importantly, your mom would want you save this city."
Dwayne looked at DP and asked sharply, "How do you know my mom?"
DP replied, "We've been watching you since your were a little git. We know about your father, your unrequited love for the beauteous Ms. Lawrence, your hatred of Catman, everything. C'mon, man. It's your destiny to do this."
Dwayne looked at the duo with skepticism.
DP continued, "You won't be the typical vanilla superhero. You'll be able to do shit that would probably be against the stereotypical superhero rulebook. For instance, you have permission from us to kill bitches if they get out of line. You can tap as much ass as you want. We have the shit that you need to fulfill your destiny, just say yes."
Many thoughts flitted through Dwayne's mind, weighing the pros and cons. The pros of this situation are that he would be forever known as a certified badass who can take hoes whenever he wants to. The fame wouldn't be anything to sneeze at either. The cons of the situation would be that he would constantly have to be on guard, ready for danger. His grandmother would be in danger, along with his friends and anyone else associated with him. He could die trying to be a hero. Besides that, they haven't told him exactly what his powers are supposed to be. Then again, he didn't think they'd be going through all this trouble if they didn't have some shit for him in the first place. "I have some questions for you. Why can't you guys save the city?"
DP snarled, "We've been doing the best we can, but even we can't do eradicate all the shit that going down here. We need you to help us."
Dwayne nodded and asked another question, "Will you guys help me on my missions?"
PD smiled ruefully, "As a last resort, we'll help you out. Mostly our job will be to tell you what's going down and you have to handle that shit while we take care of other shit in New Wales."
"Aight, can I have a sidekick?" said Dwayne.
DP shrugged, "If you want to."
Dwayne smiled slightly, "Will I have a fly ride?"
"Of course, nigga. We've got your hook-up." answered PD.
"Can my grandma know about all this shit?"
DP responded softly "That's a tough one. I think you better not tell her about this superhero shit. I was lucky that I have friends in the 5-0 that told her that the attempt on your life was just a house-jacking."
"Umm, isn't a house-jacking just a robbery thing? Usually, robbers just want to get the shit and leave." said Dwayne.
"Yeah, but they explained that by saying those guys were overzealous thugs who liked to beat down their victims before taking shit."
Dwayne shrugged and asked, "Do you guys make money doing this?"
PD blustered, "Hell yeah, you'll find out when we take you to our crib/headquarters."
"Will I be going to other countries and shit to freelance once in a while?"
"Yeah, you'll be doing other shit besides cleaning up New Wales, mostly helping us because we're part of a world-wide superhero outfit." DP responded
"One more question, can I be a superhero and a college student?"
DP scratched his chin thoughtfully and said, "I guess you could, but I think you'd do more for yourself and the world if you do the superhero thing instead of being a doctor."
Dwayne looked at the two men sitting down looking at him, awaiting his answer. He had to get those questions out of the way before he made his decision. Suddenly, Dwayne's mother Alice Wayne appeared in front of him in. Dwayne's eyes grew bigger as he saw his sweet mother looking at him. She looked even more beautiful in death, with her brown eyes and her smiling visage. "Mom", he whispered.
"Yes, son. I see that you've grown up to be a strong young man. My mom has done a good job raising you. I know that you have reservations about this, but I believe that's this is the right thing to do."
"Mom, aren't you afraid I'm going to die before I'm supposed to?" asked Dwayne in a mournful voice
"Son, we will all die sooner or later. Don't worry about it, just live your life right and you'll know when it's your time because your body will be at peace." said Mom with a smile.
Dwayne's mom disappeared after saying her piece.
"Mom, come back!" yelled Dwayne. PD and DP looked at him thinking that all of the crap he's gone through might have finally screwed him up.
Dwayne spat out, "Don't look at me like that, I know my mom was sitting right in front of me. It's because of her that I've decided to fulfill my destiny. I'm tired of all this crap happening in New Wales and I vow that I will fight evil with a vengeance."
PD and DP smiled and walked over to Dwayne and gave him a pound. With all of the exertions of the day, he finally fell asleep. PD and DP walked out of the hospital room went downstairs to the hospital parking garage and got in their beautiful black Aston Martin convertible.
PD turned the ignition and said, "DP, I think it's on like Donkey Kong now."
"That it is, PD. That it is." smiled DP as the car screamed out of the garage into the night.
End- Chapter 1
Author's Notes
Damn, that took a long time to type. The thing about it is that I changed just about everything from starting when Dwayne got home from to school to the end. The idea in my head was for this thing not to be as serious as it turned out. I wanted it to be silly and in some ways, it still might be. But I can tell right now, that it won't turn out as silly as I had hoped. That's probably because of how I've been feeling as far as my trifling school goes. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. I'm sorry if it was long, my mind just told me to do it like that. I hope people enjoyed the start of this adventure. I wish you all
Peace, love, and hair grease
Showstopper
Dwayne Wayne woke up in his bed wondering why the hell school had to start so damn early. He was glad that he was a high school senior and he would have a chance to leave this god-awful place. New Wales, New York was one of the toughest cities in the country and he would definitely get out of the big NW since he was currently the valedictorian of his class with many college scholarship offers. Dwayne also thought about all the times he got the living shit beat out of him when he was walking to school. The trifling gang bangers loved to pick on him for some reason. They were just jealous of his superior intelligence and ho-macking ability. No girl could resist his game and chiseled physique. Dwayne smiled as he got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Dwayne posed in the mirror, flexing his 5"5 frame to the utmost. Dwayne's bird chest and spaghetti arms were puffed out proudly. His coal-black eyes shone with pride at just how damn good he looked. His hair was cut perfectly in a box haircut, even though his fellow students constantly ragged on him for that. He smiled as he looked at his beautiful Wesley Snipes-like complexion. His teeth were commonly called gopher teeth, but Dwayne preferred to think of his teeth as distinguished. After grooming and admiring himself some more, Dwayne left the bathroom to get his clothes together.
Dwayne pulled out his standard plaid shirt, suspenders, high-water black pants and penny loafers, ready to take on the world. He loved his fashion sense, because nobody could rock plaid and suspenders like him. Dwayne put on his clothes, grabbed his backpack and multi-purpose flip shades/glasses and went downstairs to eat some Rocky Road cereal. As he was eating his cereal, he wished that his mom were around. Unfortunately, his mother died of a heart attack when he was 6 years old and Dwayne missed her dearly. Dwayne scowled as his thoughts turned to his father. His dad beat him for a couple of years after his mother's death. Willy Wayne blamed him for his wife's death and he took his rage out on Dwayne. The bastard was now serving a life term for child abuse. Hence, he had to move from Buffalo to New Wales to live with his grandma since the age of 10. His grandma was cool; she would always cook for him and had words of advice for him whenever he needed it.
Dwayne finished eating his breakfast and walked out of the apartment to a beautiful summer day in New York. The sun shone brightly and puffy clouds floated in the air as Dwayne moved toward his destination. The neighborhood Dwayne lived in was full of graffiti littering the streets and run-down buildings. Dwayne continued walking to New Wales High School, possibly the worst school in the city. It was so bad most of the teachers didn't make it there, so the school always had to have substitute teachers on call for weeks at a time until the normal teachers finally decided to actually teach something. Unfortunately for the students, most of the teachers weren't much more intelligent than the students. Dwayne was also surprised that there were no gang members prowling the streets. For once, he would avoid getting pummeled by Catman, Jughead, and Pumpkinhead, three members of the Golden Glocks gang. The Golden Glocks basically ran the city; the cops couldn't stop them and other opposing gangs crumbled under their might. The only thing that Dwayne liked about the Golden Glocks was the golden gun on their shoulders. He knew all about that tattoo as they would pound him into the pavement. He questioned the wisdom of having a gang member have something that could easily be identified, but hey he wasn't a criminal. Dwayne also wasn't down with the charming practice of getting beaten down by 30 people just to have the privilege of becoming a member of the Golden Glocks. The Math Club was just fine for him.
Dwayne was about twenty feet away from NWHS. New Wales High School was built in the 1970's and hadn't seen much changes since, with the imposing building crumbling with age and neglect. Dwayne moved toward the front door of the school when Catman, Pumpkinhead, and Jughead ran in front of him. Dwayne groaned because he didn't even seem them coming. Catman's 5"10 ripped frame looked down at Dwayne with disdain. "Look at Steve Urkel, peeps." snickered Catman. Jughead and Pumpkinhead also laughed at the witty remark of Catman. Jughead and Pumpkinhead stood 6"2 and were identical twins with rippling muscles and knife scarred faces.
"Don't you people have somewhere else to be?" asked Dwayne in annoyance
Jughead shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Nah, we just want to beat you down as usual. It's fun to see you lying on the ground in pain. You think that you're better than us, well youain't shit. You're just a n**** nerd."
Dwayne looked at the trio in disgust, "You know, I'm getting sick and tired of you and your friends beating the shit out of me every day. Enough is enough and it's time for a change, mainly you three chumps getting your asses kicked."
Catman looked at him in amazement and shrugged, "It's your funeral." Catman and his compatriots surrounding Dwayne, cracking their knuckles in anticipation of the carnage they were about to impose on Dwayne.
The fight was short, brutal, and one sided. Dwayne amanaged to hit Catman as hard as could in the stomach, which led to a smile from Catman as the punch had no effect on him. Catman punched Dwayne in the stomach, drawing the air out of his body. As Dwayne fell to the ground into the fetal position, Jughead and Pumpkinhead stomped a mudhole in Dwayne and walked it dry. Dwayne took this ass whooping for about 2 minutes then the three Golden Glocks members stopped their assault. Catman bent down on the ground and looked in Dwayne's eyes and said, "One day, you won't be breathing. I've hated your uppity ass since we were kids. You always used to mock me for being slow in elementary school. Well, look at me now. I've got more benjamins than you ever will and I've fucked more hoes than you will. Remember this, Dwayne my friends and I will come back and hit you where it hurts."
"If you hurt my grandma, I'll kill you." croaked Dwayne.
"We'll see." replied Catman with a sneer as he got up and kicked Dwayne in the ribcage again. Dwayne hissed in pain as the three goons walked away.
Dwayne slowly staggered to his feet, his right eye swelling up in pain. His ribs also hurt like a bitch. Dwayne stomped his foot on the ground and yelled at the top of his lungs in rage. This action caused the pain to intensify, so he decided to get inside NWHS and go to his home away from home, the nurse's office. Dwayne walked into the high school and no one looked at him, industriously keeping his or her heads down. Dwayne saw this and was pissed off that no one would at least try and help him. Then again, he wasn't surprised at his fellow classmates' reluctance. No one messed with members of the Golden Glocks unless they wanted severe brain damage. Dwayne got to the nurse's office and signed his name at the check-in desk and plopped down. He was glad that this place wasn't packed with other people who were also attacked by the Golden Glocks. The receptionist told Dwayne that Ms. Lawrence was ready to see him now. Dwayne shuffled over to the nurse's operating room. The receptionist shook her head at Dwayne's appearance. She knew his medical history like the back of her hand because the office kept track of his extensive file. He's had black eyes, concussions, bruised ribcages and sore knees and just about everything else short of getting a bullet between the eyes. She never understood why he kept on getting beaten up the Golden Glocks. The receptionist sighed and continued to work on her crossword puzzle.
Laquanda Lawrence saw Dwayne and sighed. "Do I even need to ask?"
"No, we both know who did this." Dwayne spat.
Laquanda got an ice packet and put it over Dwayne's right eye, "Anything else hurting?"
"My ribs are in pain again." answered Dwayne with a grimace.
"Okay, I'll put some salve on your ribs and tape them up. You can't do anything strenuous." Laquanda replied a soft voice. Dwayne pulled up his shirt and Laquanda did her task. As Laquanda moved her hands on his ribs, Dwayne felt stirrings at Laquanda's touch. The only good thing about getting stomped by those Golden Glocks morons was feeling those long fingers on his torso. Dwayne always peeked at her bountiful cleavage and looked at her ghetto booty. He swore that he could bounce 40 ounce bottles off that ass. Laquanda was real close to her mom when she was alive. Dwayne felt a little bit funny at the fact that he was lusting after someone who was like an unofficial aunt to him. Laquanda looked at Dwayne and thought about his mother. Mrs. Wayne was a sweet human being. She could never figure out why she stayed with that weak-ass man of hers. That venerable quote "love is blind" must be true because Willy Wayne was a mean-spirited scrap of a man. However, she seemed to be able to see the good in him when no one else could. Laquanda couldn't forgive him for the constant abuse he dished out to Dwayne when he was a little kid. Unfortunately, Dwayne continues to take abuse today. She just hoped that he would be able to live long enough to graduate and leave this place.
"All finished." said Laquanda. She gave him a pat on the back and told him he had to get to his AP English class. Dwayne smiled, put on his shirt and left the nurse's office.
Dwayne jogged over to his AP English class and sat down in his usual seat in front of his tight kid corners, Robert Benner and Creaig Dunton. Robert Benner was about 6"2, with red hair, slightly overweight with a rubbery face. He always could twist his face into some of the silliest expressions he'd ever seen. Dwayne could remember the time when Robert was a Jesus freak. Nowadays, Rob was one of the most ign't people he'd ever met. Dwayne was glad that he finally got on the right side. The main reason for that transformation was Creaig Dunton. Creaig told him about the Wu-Tang Clan and when he listened to it for the first time that was it. Creaig was about the same height as Robert, maybe a little bit taller. He had sandy blonde hair and was also slightly overweight with a penchant for playing video games, talking shit and making noise music. Those two were the main reasons AP English was bearable. The AP English teacher, Ms. Jolly was too damn happy. She had to be on some Chinese weed to be happy to teach here in NWHS.
Ms. Jolly, with her glasses and unsettling smile, began to pass out the papers for the last assignment they had. Dwayne was confident that he would get an A on this shit. The assignment was to transcribe a passage of McBeth into modern language. Dwayne looked at his paper with disbelief. He saw that he got a D on the paper. Dwayne looked at Creaig's paper and he got a D as well. Both of them looked at Rob's paper and saw that he too got the dreaded D. Dwayne couldn't believe that she had given them a D for their efforts. Black Ebonics was used in California, so it should definitely count as modern language. He actually used his imagination to make McBeth come alive.
Dwayne raised his hand and asked Ms. Jolly, "Why did Creaig, Rob, and I get D's on the paper?"
Ms. Jolly looked at Dwayne with scorn and replied, "I'm disappointed in you guys. You should know that ebonics isn't a language."
Dwayne jumped up and yelled, "YES IT IS! California uses it as an official language and everyone in this classroom uses it in their daily conversation." Ms. Jolly moved over and stood in front of Dwayne, staring in disbelief that he would raise his voice at her. Dwayne stood over her with a look of defiance, thinking back to his freshman year when she burst into their honors classroom and pitched a huge hissy fit because the class didn't work up to their potential. He didn't want to go to her honors English class the next year, but no one else was teaching honors that year, so he had no choice. Dwayne never liked her very much, although she never knew that due to his masterful ability to hide his hatred from her. Well, until now anyway.
Ms. Jolly coldly snapped, "Sit down or I'll have you kicked out of my classroom and you don't want that on your record." Dwayne slowly sat down, still glaring at Ms. Jolly. Creaig and Rob gave Dwayne gave him props for standing up to Ms. Jolly. The rest of the class just looked at him like he had lost his mind. After that incident, the class went on as usual which were basically Creaig, Rob, and Dwayne being smart-asses.
Dwayne left the AP English class and went to his AP Calculus class and Physics class respectively. Both of those classes were god awful, especially Calculus. Ms. Lee taught Calculus and her fat ass was like Hitler. Nobody could even remotely try and have fun. On top of that, her teaching was wacky. Dwayne already decided to just bomb that trifling AP Calculus test that he had to take later in the year. He couldn't figure that shit out and it wasn't going to screw up his college chances if he messed the test up. Physics was slightly better, basically because Dwayne spent all of his time ogling Jennifer Bowens. Her blonde hair and tightly toned body made Dwayne feel tingly inside.
Dwayne finished his classes and started to walk home, still in pain from the beatdown he experienced earlier. He was thinking about how his day has been so damn wack. He'd gotten beat down again by the Golden Glocks and gotten a D on his English assignment. He also didn't want to go to this tacky play in his English class tomorrow. The only good thing about it was that he and his homeboys got out of their classes for a while.
While Dwayne was walking to his house, he didn't notice two men watching him intently. The first man was clothed in all black, black shirt and black pants. The man was 6"2 with a ruddy complexion, brown eyes, red hair with a slight build. The second man was about 5"10, overweight with pale skin, black hair, and blue eyes.
The first man looked at the second man intently and asked his partner, "When do we do it?"
The second man hissed, "Tonight."
Dwayne walked into the apartment and threw his backpack on the couch. "I'm home, Grandma." cried out Dwayne as he started rummaging for some grub. Mrs. Wayne walked into the kitchen, her wizened face crinkling into a grin at seeing her grandson looking for food. He was growing to be such a strong man. Mrs. Denise Wayne hoped that he would be able to get out of this hellhole soon. Kids like him shouldn't be subjected to such a violent environment like this. She was still here in the neighborhood because she didn't have enough money to move out of this place. Denise was worried about how he was fitting in socially. He had friends, but he was very shy. Dwayne never had a girlfriend before and she wasn't even sure he's kissed a girl before. "How are you doing, Dwayne?" said Denise. Dwayne sighed and told her all about how his day has been horrible with the beating and the grade on his English assignment. Denise told him to go to his room and rest for a while.
Dwayne went upstairs to his room and lay down on his bed. He closed his eyes and had a peaceful sleep. He woke up after a couple of hours, refreshed and in a decent mood. Dwayne looked at his clock and saw that it was 7:00 p.m. It was time to heat up the old dependable, the Banquet Microwave dinner. His grandmother usually went to the local bingo hall on Monday nights so he had to scrounge up some food. He needed to learn how to actually cook something, but for right now, Banquet Microwave Dinner hit the spot. Dwayne went downstairs to the kitchen, put a Banquet Chicken Fingers Dinner in the microwave and sat down. Dwayne heard someone knocking on the door and he wondered who would be visiting him during a school night. He looked out the peephole and saw two men outside of his house. One guy had red hair and the other one had black hair. They looked scruffy, but he would just open the door a crack and see what they wanted.
The two men saw their target and pounced on him, pushing Dwayne back when he opened the door slightly. Dwayne fell back on his ass, with the result aggravating his already bruised ribcage. Both men started to kick him in the ribcage viciously. The blonde man picked him up and held Dwayne up as his partner punched Dwayne in the kidney. Dwayne sobbed out in pain as the blond man threw Dwayne over to the black-haired man so he could get a rabbit punch in. The two men threw Dwayne against the refrigerator, injuring his back. The blond-haired man bitch-slapped Dwayne and sneered at him.
The black-haired man pulled out a silencer and prepared to fire. "It's been fun, kid. We could've just shot you, but we figured that the mighty ghetto superhero needed to get the shit beat out of him for a while before he died." As he continued to see stars, Dwayne was wondering what the hell he was talking about when two other men rushed into his house. One dude had blonde hair and was about 6"2, muscular with sandy blonde hair and a bright teal suit on. The other man was slightly shorter than his friend with a baldhead, a reed thin build and a white suit on. Dwayne's attackers snarled and went to attack the two newcomers. With a detached manner, the teal-attired man ducked the punch by the blonde-haired man and punched him in the jaw followed by a lethal savate kick to the face that knocked him out. The black-haired man fired a bullet at the bald headed man. Unfortunately for him, the bald-headed man was too fast for his bullet, avoiding the missile of death and smashing the shooter's face with his fist. While he was staggering, baldie took the gun away from his hand and pistol-whipped him to the floor.
The two men looked at their opponents at shook their heads at how easy it was to defeat them. Their enemies must be getting desperate if they thought that a couple of thugs could beat them. Dwayne was lying in a heap on the kitchen floor, blood oozing from his nose. He heard a gunshot and wondered if anybody was shot. Then again, it really didn't matter as long as he didn't take the bullet. His last thought before he lost consciousness was that he really wants to know whom he pissed off in heaven to be getting all this bad luck on him today.
Dwayne slowly opened his eyes and saw his grandmother looking at him with tears streaming down her face. "Grandma, what happened?" said Dwayne in a whisper.
Denise cooed"Shh, don't talk. You need to save your strength." Dwayne looked around and saw that he was in a hospital room. His kidneys hurt, his ribcage was broken, and his back was definitely bruised, if not broken.
"Where are those guys that saved me?" whispered Dwayne.
"They're here, do you want me to get them?" said Mrs. Wayne.
Dwayne nodded and his grandmother went to get them. Mrs. Wayne got the duo and said, "I'm grateful for you saving my grandson's life. What are your names?"
The two men looked at Mrs. Wayne and smiled sheepishly as they told her that they were named PD and DP respectively. PD and DP walked into Dwayne's hospital room. Dwayne saw them and gave them a wan smile.
Dwayne whispered and said, "Thanks for saving my life, but who are you guys?"
The blond hair man spoke and said that his name was PD, the Pimp Daddy and the bald man said that his name was DP, Da Player.
"Okay, why I'm I getting beat down more than usual."
PD sighed, "Those two men were trying to kill you to stop your destiny, which is to become the next ghetto superhero."
DP took up the tale, "Your destiny is to be as much of a bad-ass as Shaft, a ladies man like Dolemite, and to be as cunning as Black Ceaser."
Dwayne looked at them quizzically and remarked, "Those guys are 70's blaxploitation characters. I'll admit that they're cool as hell, but they weren't exactly the first names that come to my mind when I want to rub out crime."
PD shook his head and remarked, "Listen, I know this seems like a joke, but you're meant to be a superhero. You have the grit, intelligence, and virtues necessary to be a superhero."
DP looked at him and replied, "Aren't you tired of getting pummeled constantly by members of the Golden Glocks? This city is rife with crime and other shit. I know you don't want your grandmother to spend her last years on this planet with this city the way it is now. New Wales High School used to be a lot better than the piece of shit it has become. In your neighborhood of Washington Heights, kids used to play in the streets. Today, kids won't play in the streets unless they want to see gang warfare every day. But most importantly, your mom would want you save this city."
Dwayne looked at DP and asked sharply, "How do you know my mom?"
DP replied, "We've been watching you since your were a little git. We know about your father, your unrequited love for the beauteous Ms. Lawrence, your hatred of Catman, everything. C'mon, man. It's your destiny to do this."
Dwayne looked at the duo with skepticism.
DP continued, "You won't be the typical vanilla superhero. You'll be able to do shit that would probably be against the stereotypical superhero rulebook. For instance, you have permission from us to kill bitches if they get out of line. You can tap as much ass as you want. We have the shit that you need to fulfill your destiny, just say yes."
Many thoughts flitted through Dwayne's mind, weighing the pros and cons. The pros of this situation are that he would be forever known as a certified badass who can take hoes whenever he wants to. The fame wouldn't be anything to sneeze at either. The cons of the situation would be that he would constantly have to be on guard, ready for danger. His grandmother would be in danger, along with his friends and anyone else associated with him. He could die trying to be a hero. Besides that, they haven't told him exactly what his powers are supposed to be. Then again, he didn't think they'd be going through all this trouble if they didn't have some shit for him in the first place. "I have some questions for you. Why can't you guys save the city?"
DP snarled, "We've been doing the best we can, but even we can't do eradicate all the shit that going down here. We need you to help us."
Dwayne nodded and asked another question, "Will you guys help me on my missions?"
PD smiled ruefully, "As a last resort, we'll help you out. Mostly our job will be to tell you what's going down and you have to handle that shit while we take care of other shit in New Wales."
"Aight, can I have a sidekick?" said Dwayne.
DP shrugged, "If you want to."
Dwayne smiled slightly, "Will I have a fly ride?"
"Of course, nigga. We've got your hook-up." answered PD.
"Can my grandma know about all this shit?"
DP responded softly "That's a tough one. I think you better not tell her about this superhero shit. I was lucky that I have friends in the 5-0 that told her that the attempt on your life was just a house-jacking."
"Umm, isn't a house-jacking just a robbery thing? Usually, robbers just want to get the shit and leave." said Dwayne.
"Yeah, but they explained that by saying those guys were overzealous thugs who liked to beat down their victims before taking shit."
Dwayne shrugged and asked, "Do you guys make money doing this?"
PD blustered, "Hell yeah, you'll find out when we take you to our crib/headquarters."
"Will I be going to other countries and shit to freelance once in a while?"
"Yeah, you'll be doing other shit besides cleaning up New Wales, mostly helping us because we're part of a world-wide superhero outfit." DP responded
"One more question, can I be a superhero and a college student?"
DP scratched his chin thoughtfully and said, "I guess you could, but I think you'd do more for yourself and the world if you do the superhero thing instead of being a doctor."
Dwayne looked at the two men sitting down looking at him, awaiting his answer. He had to get those questions out of the way before he made his decision. Suddenly, Dwayne's mother Alice Wayne appeared in front of him in. Dwayne's eyes grew bigger as he saw his sweet mother looking at him. She looked even more beautiful in death, with her brown eyes and her smiling visage. "Mom", he whispered.
"Yes, son. I see that you've grown up to be a strong young man. My mom has done a good job raising you. I know that you have reservations about this, but I believe that's this is the right thing to do."
"Mom, aren't you afraid I'm going to die before I'm supposed to?" asked Dwayne in a mournful voice
"Son, we will all die sooner or later. Don't worry about it, just live your life right and you'll know when it's your time because your body will be at peace." said Mom with a smile.
Dwayne's mom disappeared after saying her piece.
"Mom, come back!" yelled Dwayne. PD and DP looked at him thinking that all of the crap he's gone through might have finally screwed him up.
Dwayne spat out, "Don't look at me like that, I know my mom was sitting right in front of me. It's because of her that I've decided to fulfill my destiny. I'm tired of all this crap happening in New Wales and I vow that I will fight evil with a vengeance."
PD and DP smiled and walked over to Dwayne and gave him a pound. With all of the exertions of the day, he finally fell asleep. PD and DP walked out of the hospital room went downstairs to the hospital parking garage and got in their beautiful black Aston Martin convertible.
PD turned the ignition and said, "DP, I think it's on like Donkey Kong now."
"That it is, PD. That it is." smiled DP as the car screamed out of the garage into the night.
End- Chapter 1
Author's Notes
Damn, that took a long time to type. The thing about it is that I changed just about everything from starting when Dwayne got home from to school to the end. The idea in my head was for this thing not to be as serious as it turned out. I wanted it to be silly and in some ways, it still might be. But I can tell right now, that it won't turn out as silly as I had hoped. That's probably because of how I've been feeling as far as my trifling school goes. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. I'm sorry if it was long, my mind just told me to do it like that. I hope people enjoyed the start of this adventure. I wish you all
Peace, love, and hair grease
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