James slowly opened his eyes as an annoying ringing sounded in his ears. He looked to see that he was supposed to be up 30 minutes ago. That was annoying, but he was, by no stretch of the imagination, late. Just meant he didn't have time to shower or play... Computer games before he went out... Slowly rolling out of bed, he hit the floor with a thud. "Jimmy? That you?" yelled the voice of his mother from downstairs.
"Yes Mum." he replied.
"Good, take out the bins, then get in here and have your breakfast. And for the love of whichever god you want to pray to, do NOT go in my room." she said.
"Oh, Mum, you did not bring ANOTHER date home, did you?" he called.
"What? This one seemed nice." James sighed and mumbled under his breath.
"Dammit, you've not underwear like the lift at the mall..." he grunted. He didn't resent her too much for it, after all, it was due to this fact that he and his brother existed. "I'll be right there." he called.
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20 minutes later
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James dropped the bin bags in the metal cans out the front before turning around to see a red and silver streak rush across the skies, away from his mothers bedroom window. He got back inside just in time to see his mother vault down the stairs, obviously trying to make it look like she hadn't been doing what they both knew she had been doing. "What? I'm not ready for you to meet him yet." she laughed.
"Please tell me that was Dad or Marcus' dad." he demanded, already knowing that that clearly wasn't the case.
"He's... Not one of those..."
"Is he a god?" James asked.
"No, the line is "Are you a god" which I, having watched that, know to say "Yes"" She smiled and walked away.
"Fucks sake." he grunted.
"No swearing in this house. Do as much as you like when fighting crime, but whilst I know who you are, you are not doing any of that malarkey." She went back into the kitchen to finish her now luke-warm coffee and watch the news on the small television that they had at the table. James sat down to his already cold pancakes. He still smiled. "You didn't think I was going to let you go off on your big day without making your favourite, did you?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the TV. "Now shut up and eat, Marcus made the headlines." She turned up the TV's volume.
Andrea turned off the TV. "That's my boy. You can learn a lot from Marcus." She said. She then looked at her watch, before downing the rest of her coffee. "Oh fuckity-fuck. Gotta go." she moaned, running around, looking for her car-keys.
"No swearing in this house." James called in a mocking tone.
"Shut up and look for my keys." she roared at him.
James got up and walked out into the hall. "Did you leave them at the bar?" he asked.
"No of cour-yes... Along with the car..." she moaned.
"Well, lucky for you, your son is a superhero." he said, he stepped outside.
"Please don't, i'll call a taxi." she said. He threw her his front door keys and stepped into the street.
"In the pits of the underworld, it's power stirs
Those evil in life, I lay upon thee, a curse
Let those who have died, peacefully depart
Those who need punishing, i'll eat their heart!"
His body was surrounded by black flowing mana as he suddenly transformed into the large chimera-creature. His mother sighed. She locked the front door and ran over to him and climbed on his back, before he set off down the street.
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At the Luthorcorp building
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He finally made it to the building before transforming back, he had dropped Andrea off at the bar she had left her keys and booked it to the building. He walked inside and was shown up to the rest of them. He walked in and looked around at them. "Hi. Don't mind me." he said, clearly the least physically fit of them. He was average build in a room full of god-like/supermodel physiques "Godsire's my name. Dad was a God, so the name kinda fits. I know I don't look like much, but I promise, I've been in this game for a few years now. I know how to handle criminals." he said. "Oh, you may also know my older brother Supersire, full leaguer now." he smiled.
"Yes Mum." he replied.
"Good, take out the bins, then get in here and have your breakfast. And for the love of whichever god you want to pray to, do NOT go in my room." she said.
"Oh, Mum, you did not bring ANOTHER date home, did you?" he called.
"What? This one seemed nice." James sighed and mumbled under his breath.
"Dammit, you've not underwear like the lift at the mall..." he grunted. He didn't resent her too much for it, after all, it was due to this fact that he and his brother existed. "I'll be right there." he called.
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20 minutes later
----
James dropped the bin bags in the metal cans out the front before turning around to see a red and silver streak rush across the skies, away from his mothers bedroom window. He got back inside just in time to see his mother vault down the stairs, obviously trying to make it look like she hadn't been doing what they both knew she had been doing. "What? I'm not ready for you to meet him yet." she laughed.
"Please tell me that was Dad or Marcus' dad." he demanded, already knowing that that clearly wasn't the case.
"He's... Not one of those..."
"Is he a god?" James asked.
"No, the line is "Are you a god" which I, having watched that, know to say "Yes"" She smiled and walked away.
"Fucks sake." he grunted.
"No swearing in this house. Do as much as you like when fighting crime, but whilst I know who you are, you are not doing any of that malarkey." She went back into the kitchen to finish her now luke-warm coffee and watch the news on the small television that they had at the table. James sat down to his already cold pancakes. He still smiled. "You didn't think I was going to let you go off on your big day without making your favourite, did you?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the TV. "Now shut up and eat, Marcus made the headlines." She turned up the TV's volume.
Andrea turned off the TV. "That's my boy. You can learn a lot from Marcus." She said. She then looked at her watch, before downing the rest of her coffee. "Oh fuckity-fuck. Gotta go." she moaned, running around, looking for her car-keys.
"No swearing in this house." James called in a mocking tone.
"Shut up and look for my keys." she roared at him.
James got up and walked out into the hall. "Did you leave them at the bar?" he asked.
"No of cour-yes... Along with the car..." she moaned.
"Well, lucky for you, your son is a superhero." he said, he stepped outside.
"Please don't, i'll call a taxi." she said. He threw her his front door keys and stepped into the street.
"In the pits of the underworld, it's power stirs
Those evil in life, I lay upon thee, a curse
Let those who have died, peacefully depart
Those who need punishing, i'll eat their heart!"
His body was surrounded by black flowing mana as he suddenly transformed into the large chimera-creature. His mother sighed. She locked the front door and ran over to him and climbed on his back, before he set off down the street.
----
At the Luthorcorp building
----
He finally made it to the building before transforming back, he had dropped Andrea off at the bar she had left her keys and booked it to the building. He walked inside and was shown up to the rest of them. He walked in and looked around at them. "Hi. Don't mind me." he said, clearly the least physically fit of them. He was average build in a room full of god-like/supermodel physiques "Godsire's my name. Dad was a God, so the name kinda fits. I know I don't look like much, but I promise, I've been in this game for a few years now. I know how to handle criminals." he said. "Oh, you may also know my older brother Supersire, full leaguer now." he smiled.

