Here is my final edit of the Janitors Prologue. I think I did pretty well. One, two, three and here we go...
Prologue:
Designed to destroy the country, asked to save it. Made for one purpose: To change the world as we know it.
Jack Gareth, the superhero, started out as Jack Gareth, the average fourteen year old boy. Responsible, slightly athletic, friendly and kind. Then only five days after receiving his powers, Jack was greeted by a stranger. That was directly after he saved a life:
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It had been early morning. A speeding, out-of control car shot past nearly knocking over an elderly woman. It swerved, scraping the side of a truck. The truck overturned...
It skid along the road and nearly smashed into a building. But Jack caught it, and held it. His muscles strained and he braced on his knee. But he stopped it. Then amid gasps of marveled people, he ran.
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Three day later, Jack was sitting on the edge of a building that overlooked a quiet street and the afternoon sun setting in the west, and behind him was the lapsing oceans and a large, beautiful cruise liner. It honked its horn.
Jack contemplated everything that had happened to him in the past week. Because being a superhuman was something new to him, something new to the world. And as news reports had already shown, they didn't like the idea of one hundred and forty nine super-powered teenagers running all over the place.
Only one-hundred and forty nine. Not even an even number. And how did they, I... how did we become superhumans anyway? He sighed.
There had been a number of comic books about superheroes. Novels, films all detailing lives of these heroes. But Jack didn't see truth in any of them. Because at the end of the day, the superhuman lived.
The thought came as a startle at first, then a deepening fear. Am I gonna die? He wondered. Saving the world or destroying it? Or am I just going to be another case of genocide on CNN, killed by my very own people? Deep, troubled thoughts for an otherwise normal, easy-going teenager.
Jack thought, if there was a God, He should do something, spectacular, pretty soon, to resolve the matter. What he didn't know was that the spectacular thing, was to happen through him.
He heard footsteps approach him from behind. He turned and saw a boy of about fifteen. Slung over his shoulder was a backpack.
“May I join you?” The boy was dressed casually, as Jack was. He wore a white shirt and jeans. But despite his normality, he carried the look of a runaway and an adventurer.
“Sure. Just tell me something.” The boy sat down. “If you had all this power, like all the superhumans you see on TV, what would you do with it?”
“Um...” he took a sip of water from his bottle. “I'm thinking I would use it to save people. Like you did, Jack. Well done with that.”
“I never... wait, how do you know my name?”
“Don't worry about it. And come on, I saw your face dude. It really was awesome.”
The daring heroics played back in Jack's mind. He had saved a life, probably way more than one life. And it felt good. He had done something, that mankind could be proud of. The entire history of man could be proud of him doing that simple deed. Which had been easy enough for him. He smiled.
“So, what next?” the boy asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what are you thinking about?”
“I don't know...”
“Well, let's start with this. You have these awesome powers right? Well what do you think of them?”
“I'm...” he felt he shouldn't talk further, but he did. “I'm kind of scared, of death, you know?”
“I understand. Is that why you're up here? Thinking about death and worrying, about what'll happen to you?”
“Um- I guess. Look I-”
“Well stop. Listen, bullets don't bounce off you, I know that and if you're stabbed in the right place, you die. But Jack, you can't live like this man.” Jack turned to face the boy, not wondering how he knew so much about him as wondering how much truth he was speaking. “You have a choice.”
“Do I? Really? I mean here you are talking to me like you know what it's like.”
“I don't, but I have my own burdens. Now listen, carefully. You can either choose to use your powers to help people, to hurt them or to just ignore everything around you and go into denial, waste your chance and waste the chances of all the kids who dream of becoming presidents and lawyers and doctors.” He took another sip of his water, then put it away. “Choice?”
“I... I-”
“Look, I don't know if you even believe in God. But let me tell you this. There are a people that say to God, “thy will be done.” Others, like the guy who stopped the sun, or Hezekiah, to whom God says, “Fine, have it your way.” Now, I don't want to tell you exactly where your powers came from until-”
“You know?”
“Yes, I do. I know because the burden I talked about...” the boy paused, making a decision, then continued, “I'm the son of the guy who gave you these powers. My name is Arthur Ford. And I'm not going to tell you how exactly, until you make a decision about what you're going to do, where your life is going. And you swear on it, by the one thing you will never lose to swear upon. Whether by God, or your humanity, your sanity or whatever. Then I'll tell you the truth, the whole truth. What's your decision, Jack?”
At that moment, there were the sounds of screams. Jack and Arthur watched, mouths agape, as a plume of smoke and a burst of orange flames shot from the rear of a cruise liner near the beach. He watched, as it began to sink...
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