Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Soldier of Water ❯ The day I became a hero ( Chapter 1 )

The Soldier of Water

By The Obsidian Blade

Chapter one-The Day I Became a Hero

WARNING- This is the only warning I am going to give. This WILL contain incest in it and the sharing of a man between two women. If you are against that then I suggest you leave this story and never comeback. If you are not then welcome and please review, they keep the story going.

My body was in a constant motion as I fell down. The rain pelted it like small pebbles. I could see the street lights below me, quickly growing as I neared the ground. My body ached everywhere. It was covered in cuts that slowly oozed out blood as the rain pelted them. Below me were the busy streets of Iron Heart and above me was the cloudy night sky that cried onto the city of evil and corruption. Recently I fell out of the tower in the castle like church. I could see the stained glass of the windows that I crashed through beside me as if creating a trail for someone to trace my fall from the church. I snapped my eyes close, thinking what was going to happen when I crashed into the floor below. The city I fought so hard to protect was going to kill me. I mages of my past came to haunt me like an apparition haunting the people who have trespassed onto its sacred grounds. The moments that led to this moment kept recurring through my mind like a plague, making believe that this was the end for me. I guess that the life passes through your eyes when you die was a true saying.

Four years ago

My alarm clock woke me up with its loud screech as it woke up from its long slumber. My hand slammed down onto it, sending it to its long sleep once again. I lazily rolled out of bed, my feet landing on the carpeted floor. My eyes scanned the room. It was sloppy to say the least. Clothes, American comics, manga, and dishes were scattered everywhere along the floor, leaving patches of stained tan carpet visible. I guess I could say that you can at least see the floor. There was a small closet containing my dresser. The thing barely held any of my clothes for obvious reasons. The walls were stark white with posters lining them with their array of different colours when light hit them just right. Some of them were pictures of movies such as Pirates of the Caribbean, Edward Scissor Hands, and varies others. The rest were either half naked women or video games like Gears of War etc. or they were comics that I enjoyed to no end. I on the other side of the bed (I was on the side with the door) there was my small TV with an X-box with a few games stacked near it and other places around the room. On the far corner there was a computer with a few CDs scattered around the desk and stacked beside the monitor. Stacked along with them was even moiré comics and manga. Light was filtered in from the six thirty sun through the metallic blinds that I had on the only window in my small room,

I sighed and grabbed a few of my clothes that were scattered on my floor, forgoing to check if they were even clean before going outside the room, quickly shutting the door so my mom would not see it. I lived alone with my thirty two year old mother. I get tired with how many people call her hot or try and hit on her. I did admit to myself some time ago that they were right but my fourteen year old mind will never allow me to tell her for fear of how she might react. I guess you could call me sick but, then again, so is the rest of society today. My mom was impregnated at the age of eighteen and the father did not even bother to help her. It has been just us and the grandparents that we were living with all this time.

I closed the door quickly so I would not be forced to clean it for the umpteenth time. No matter what I did, it would always be the same. I shivered slightly ass my warm feet as they touched the cold, hard wood floors. The sensation ran through my body before it quickly adjusted to it and I made my trek to the bathroom that was situated at the end of the hall. My grandparents were rich. That was why we were able to survive all this time. They understood, unlike parents now a day. They understood that it was not her fault and it was the father's so they allowed her to stay in their home to raise me. It was not like I was spoiled rotten. I did not have the best of stuff and I certainly did not get what I want. I had to work my ass off to get half the stuff I had.

I opened the white hollow door that lead to the bathroom. Like my room, it was small. But I could manage with something like this. Sometimes big things were to intimidating than the actual power of it. I looked inside the mirror and admired my features. I would like to say I was average, but sadly that was not the truth. My brown hair reached the end of my shoulder blades. My eyes were like glacier filled lakes. My teeth were straight, which is something that I am glad for. My body was of average height and average build. My skin was fair with a slight tan. On my right shoulder there was large skin damage, a thing that I gained from a bad sunburn and a thing that would remind me to always weir sun block. I seriously wish I could call myself average but I am not. I am a smartass that was a comic book nerd that got the best grades in the class and spent too much time on the computer. The few friends that I ever had usually were just trying to use me to get to my mom, something I caught onto early on. So I was basically a loner that no one ever liked. I was the one that usually got beaten by seniors to near death. I was always the butt of everyone's jokes and was treated like I was not even human. Tch, human. What a funny word used to describe what species we are. Look at the world around us and tell me who the cause of what is going on is. We have the world set to where we can destroy it with the press of a single button. What a world to live in, eh?

I opened a drawer near the sink and used it to hold p my clothes with the underwear on top and the shirt on the bottom along with the towel I grabbed form the hall closet that was near the bathroom and stripped from the gym shorts that I used for bed. I guessed this house situated for ease a. I turned the dial for the water and started to set on a temperature that I usually desired. As did so I listened to how the water drops impacted the tile floor one after another like how a machinegun went off in a lot of the war games I played. The sound was something soothing to me. I loved the water to be honest. Everything about it was awesome. I honestly did not care if I get killed in water; in fact, it was really a preferred death of mine. Right there next to dyeing old and senile. I guess you could call my thoughts perverse but I honestly don't care what you think about me. Yeah, add the fact that I am a surfer to the list of abnormal things that I am.

When the water got to a certain heat I stepped in and quickly closed the shower door. My body shivered at the sensations of having water hit my skin simultaneously. It wasn't that it was cold, it was the fact that it was scolding hot. I don't know why but I always liked my showers either really cold or really hot. I might end up shocking my body by the constant switch of it but I didn't care. Steam quickly filled the shower and overflowed out of the opening at the top of it, filling the bathroom as well.

My mind wandered about why I switched schools so early in the year and to what life would be like if I was a hero in the comic books I admired. It was what you guys would call abnormal to have these kinds of thoughts but I am not the only one with these types of thoughts now am I. no, I am most certainly not the only one who has dreams of something bigger than they ever could be. Sure, ordinary people had dreams of being famous. They were nothing like my crackpot dreams of being the one to save this world. I think this is what some people tried to warn me of form, reading too much comic books. Yeah, like hell I would ever listen to them and what they have to say. Each and every last one of them were flunkies. Then my mind drifted onto what kind of powers I would have if I was a superhero like the ones on the comic books. What would I look like? Would I go for the underwear over the spandex like most of the ones in the DC comics or would I do something like the Marvel comics I continue to favor over DC. I, mean come on. Super Man's a pansy if you ask me. The only good character that came out of that system was Batman. Unfortunately, I am a hypocrite when it comes to that stuff and continue to read DC.

I began to imagine the fights with enemies I would get into. How I fought them in my mind was amazing. It was like something that could never happen. It probably would never even happen, even in a million of my life times, it will never come true. But that did not stop my mind from wondering to the fights that could be if I ever gain the power to fight, to save, to protect. Then something happened, something that I probably should have labeled as a onetime thing. The water stopped hitting my body. That was something that usually never happened. My mind began to wonder if my dear grandparents paid the water bill. I opened my eyes and stood there shocked. What was before me was water. I know that is something no one would ever listen twice about if I just told them that. If I told them this, would they stay and listen? Probably if it was someone different but not for me, they will never even bother to listen to me. The water was suspended in air. The droplets just hung there, as if they were connected to a string as they bobbed and swayed ever so slightly. I stood there with amazement in my mind. This was something unreal, unnatural but so cool. No words could describe my excitement at that particular moment. My mind started to conger up these thoughts that this was my doing, that I am the one who controls these droplets of water. I allowed it to consume me, to make me believe that I was the one who did that. With morbid curiosity I swayed my hands while thinking of some movements for the water to do. Much to my amazement, they followed my thoughts. The water droplets formed into a mass of water and started to move in a same like pattern as my hand and arm movements dictated. It was totally amazing. My eyes were wide with excitement. Maybe my wish was granted. Maybe I had this all along and did not bother to take notice, to actually pay enough attention to myself. Tch, perhaps I was just over thinking things and looking the gift horse in the mouth, waiting for it to bite my arm and take its wonderful gift back with quickness and leave me like I am a sickness that needs to be disposed of.

Then a knock on the door disrupted my thoughts. The water fell against the tile floor of the shower stall with a great smack.  The water from the shower head started to pound on my body quickly and the steam resumed taking place as a shower should. “Are you in the shower Damien?!” I heard my mom call out from the other side of the door. I stood there shocked and startled. It was lie she was standing right there. It was something that was not expected and probably never will be expected as long as I live.

I turned off the shower as I was finished and called out to her. “Yeah mom, I am finished, what time is it?”

“Six fifty nine!” she yelled back, making sure I caught what she said. I cursed, I was running late for the buss and it was my first day at the new school. This was just fucking fantastic. Swung the shower door open, almost breaking it in the process and quickly slipped my clothes on. I was now clad in a pair of light blue jeans with tears in the knees, a black long sleeved shirt with a raven on its left breast and grey sleeves and a pair of black ankle socks. I ran outside the bathroom and to my bedroom to retrieve my backpack and other stuff that I probably did not need for school. Before I could reach the door that led to eh outside world my mom pulled my hair, forcing me backwards. I whirled around quickly, trying to demand an explanation. I stared face to face with my mother, both of us trying to decipher the others eyes. My mother was of pretty good build. She did not look a day over twenty one all honesty. She was about five foot eight, a good two inches taller than me. Her eyes were blue eyes were a lot darker than mine, more oceanic than mine. She had a pretty round face with no blemishes in sight. Her hair was something that made me kind of wonder if I really was her child though. It was red. My hair may have been the same type as hers but it certainly was not the same shade. Her hips were wide while her waist was small, something I really admired about her really. Her breasts were of a great size, one that most woman envy and most men want on a woman like her. I guess you could say that I have a small infatuation with my own mother. Call me wrong, perverse, a sinner, whatever the fuck you want to call me. It won't change my thoughts about her. No, it certainly won't change a thing.

“We are breeding your hair,” she said in a clear tone that demanded no argument. It was a powerful tone with an angelic ring to it. Her voice was soft yet powerful. I really am fucked up in the head, just waiting to go to the loony bin that everyone was so awfully acquainted the mentally perverse such as I with. I looked at her then at the clock.

“I have no time for this,” I argued. The thing that I feared the most at that moment came to pass. Her face stayed serious as she looked me in the eye. She placed one hand on her hip and moved me in a way that her one of her hips was more elevated than the other. I had to shake my head to rid me of the thoughts that I was having about the woman in front of me. Scratch me having a small infatuation with her; it was much larger than that.

“I'll drive you to school!” she shouted out. I mentally sighed at the thought of her taking me to school. It was not that I did not like her taking me to school; it was that I did not want horny teenagers after. Tch, look who's calling who a horny teenager when I am one of them. I am a sick fuck now aren't I?

I willingly followed her like how a dog followed its master. Dog, I guess that is one word you could use to describe me. She plopped me down on the wooden chair that was at the bar and went behind me. I had to fight everything that I was not to turn around and run out the sliding glass door, probably breaking it on my exit. This was just getting too much. Maybe my infatuation was not just that, but a full blown obsession. Talk about a sick mind but I think I already stressed that enough now didn't I? Of course I did. I guess I am becoming a broken record of sorts, constantly stuck one part of a song, never going forward. I guess that could be used to describe my feelings for her as well.

I could feel her hands run through my hair, as if trying to decipher something about it, something that I will probably never even realize until death grants me with its killing kiss, leaving me with only a minute to live. Why she insisted on braiding it all the time I will probably never even know, nor will I probably ever want to know. I liked these moments with her. They were always tranquil and had a calming air to it. I have no idea why. Maybe I am putting too much thought into it or not enough thought to try and comprehend why. Why she does this every day? I am probably never going to comprehend what this interaction means to her. For now I will concentrate on trying to get to school without people seeing her. I did not want to answer questions on whether or not people have a chance with her. Even some girls asked me that question, something that was also wrong in modern society where everyone was to be straight and like someone else other than family or you'll be the first to be judged my modern society. I guess that I am waiting for that judgment to come and pass with its ridicules of hate and detest as I walk down the streets with a lonesome glance at the stores while they bracketed their doors so I could see and be tempted by the goods but I could never touch. I guess that is happening right now if you think about it hard enough. Don't put too much tough into it; just enough to get the mind to wonder around aimlessly and you got it.

My mother finished braiding my hair and I was set free. Normally I would bolt for the door, basking in the light of freedom from her and trying desperately to get the car door unlocked, only to find out that I was not free but still trapped by another force and that when I get to school I still will be trapped. But it was not so this time. I moved sluggishly, almost as if I did not want her to stop. She grabbed her purse and walked toward she door and a followed like a lost puppy, desperately trying to find some affection, or at least a bone to chew on. I guess that is a word that really did describe me to no end; what luck.

I got dropped off when the bulk of the students were there. Lucky me no one saw the face of my mother. I thought of claiming her so no one else would have her but I quickly dashed those thoughts away as I heard the bell rang. I rushed over to class, already getting my new schedule prematurely. The first class was English 1 with some man named Mr. Rude. The name just put a signal that I most likely was not going to like him and he was not going to like me at all.

I walked into the class and took a seat in the center as to not be too noticeable by my peers and the teacher if I am caught day dreaming about my fantasies of being a super hero or something like that sort. The room was already filled with freshman around my age. Most of the class was females with me and two other students being the only males. The two others were complete assholes from what I could tell. They may not have been popular with a lot of people but that was because they brought it upon their selves. I guess I did the same thing to myself as I could feel eyes scan my form, trying to see what clique I belonged to. It was unnerving to see fourteen sets of eyes try and examine me, trying to brake me down and have me break down to their will, whatever it might be. Despite what my head was telling me I sat there with my head resting in my arms, thinking about what happened in the shower early in the morning. What exactly happened there? Was it some kind of unnatural phenomenon that only happened once in a life time or was it something that I could do form the start? Whatever it was I was going to figure it out, try and see if it was my own.

I was wrapped up in my thoughts. In fact I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I did not even notice the teacher come in and call my name, announcing that there was a new student this early in the year. I transferred schools due to complications around my peers. It was only the second month of school so I could live with it. Wasn't like I had any friends there anyway. “Mr. Murdock, would you please stand up and introduce yourself properly!” I heard the teacher command in an old voice. I looked at him, eyeing him to see if he and I would not get along. The name was right; I would not get along with him. He was a large man around his mid sixties to early seventies. His graying hair had a brown ring on the outside of it. His skin had a few wrinkles in it and his neck made him so much like a turkey. He wore formal clothes, like the ones you see on the professional people who work in the office or they were an higher up, using the lower powers like puppets while they were the puppets for the higher powers as well, making me think if all we were was a bunch of puppets. If that was so then who was the puppeteer. Was it God or some mortal power that we have no idea who he is so he operates freely, controlling our every actions like a carefully instructed orchestra.

I slowly and groggily got up and looked around the class. I could see only a few of them that were probably willing to get along with me but that was only a slim chance. They probably will break down and go with the in crowd and start hating my guts like they always did. It was nothing unusual so I would bear the brunt of it and live on with my life, wondering if I will find anyone like me. I started to speak, clearly and loud while still listening to what the other two males said. They commented on my hair in whispers, saying that I most likely was gay. I knew what was going to happen later that day but that was going to happen later, not now. “My name is Damien Murdock. I transferred from Beavercreek High to here.” I sat down and laid my head in my arms and slowly let my mind drift away and wonder on how the shower incident happened. I did not care if I was missing out on something important; I most likely knew the stuff anyway so it did not matter to me anyway.

The rest of the day went the same. Some of the teachers I did not like and others I didn't really care for. There was one person that went up and talked to me. Her name was Ashley Wilds. What a name to label her. I heard some of the students say that she must be something in bed but from what she told me, she was a virgin and would probably remain one for a long time, or at least till she fell for someone. She was pretty. She was an inch shorter than me. She had developing curves and an ample bust size for someone her age, or rather my age. She had these rare amethyst eyes that I just could get lost in. there were like nothing I have ever seen before. I have seen a sorts of eyes yet nothing like that. The most amazing thing about them was these cat like slits that came natural to her. They were something that she was born with from what she told me. She generally wore dark close that covered up her body from the rest of the world as if it was some sort of treasure that needed no eyes to behold it or it would lose its value to the rest. I guess it was true in my eyes; she was a treasure to be hold in my eyes. I mentally slapped myself. Like hell she would ever be interested in me. It was like my obsession on my mother. I really am fucked up in the head. I am the idiot that is waiting for someone with the power to throw me in the loony bin to do it.

Here I sat on a dock that was empty. No one ever came here due to some safety hazards and such. This was where I would figure out how I manipulated water. I was convinced that I was the one who moved the water. It was not any other source of water. It was me who did that. There was no other way that in my mind. There could be no other source in the bathroom. I was the only one there so it had to be true. The salty wind splashed against my skin with its slight bitter sting. I sighed as I focused on the water and started to mentally picture it moving and stopping. The waves did not stop. No, they just kept rolling in with no force to block it. I sighed; maybe it was another force that caused that movement. Maybe there was an entity in the bathroom, trying to make me go insane, or even more insane. My eyes closed as all my hopes of having this power were shattered by the bitter bullet of reality as it was shot by human society. Again with the word human. I opened my eyes, deciding that I should not give just give up because of some sort of malfunction. Maybe it was too great of a command to control a body of water that large. Maybe I should shoot for something smaller. I raised my hand and concentrated on the water again. This time I had the image of a dragon of water lashing out of the sea. My hands moved like a snake as the water started to slowly rise like a snake would slither out of a basket as the flutter would play his hypnotic spell on the reptile. My eyes shot wide and I lost concentration. The water hit the sea with a resounding smack. I guess it was concentration that controlled the water.

I started to hop around happily. I got my wish. I had the power that I so greatly desired. I don't know how it was there nor did I care. That would go onto a later note, not now. I did not want any thoughts to ruin the moment I was having. But my mind played tricks against me and my mental command not to think. What would I do now? I had the power I desired but what would I do with it?” would I become the heroes I have come to admire or will I become the threat to modern society wreaking my revenge on what it has done to me? I honestly did not know. Before I could do anything I need to do some things. It would not be great if I try to become a threat or a hero if I had no control over what I was doing. I could end up killing myself in the process. That was not something I was looking forward for.

A/N Well this is my first fic so please be gentle. I have many other things going on in my life so don't expect a quick update. Please review and if you have any advice please leave them. All help is welcome.