Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
Everyone knows how superheroes work. They save the day, they get the love of their life, they face villains and always come out on top. Many of them even conquer death.
But superheroes are just people.
They live lives like any of us. They fall in love, have friends and family (either by blood or by choice, don’t go pointing out all the orphan backstories, they still have found families), and have jobs.
They all have different backstories, but they all believe it’s the right thing to do.
Benji Kowalczyk is no different.
Much like the Flash, he gained superspeed by being struck by lightning. Unlike the Flash, he was in his car with his dog in the middle of a storm. The rubber tires should have protected him, or so he believed, but that’s not how lightning works. It’s the metal frame that protects you when you’re in a car, and for some reason unknown, it didn’t work for Benji and Blanket.
The lightning lit up the entire car, and the two were buzzing with electricity as it flew through them both.
Shoving the door open, Benji bolted from the car, energy rushing through his veins.
Blanket followed soon after.
Benji was freaking out. He was moving too fast - inhumanly fast. This was like a movie or a comic book.
He was as fast as he imagined the Flash being.
And don’t get him wrong, he loved the Flash. The Flash was probably his favorite hero. Speedsters were just so upbeat and cool in the comics.
But having that speed himself? Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.
It wasn’t even the fact that he had just been struck by lightning. No, that was a problem for a later day.
The scariest part was that his service dog was keeping up with him as he zipped around the area at an inhuman speed.
“Blanket, please tell me you didn’t get hit by lightning too,” he muttered as he moved to check on her.
But his worst fears were realized - she had a scar that indicated she had been struck blooming underneath the singed fur on her face. It was a true lightning scar, looking like tree roots, not the half-assed zig-zag crap they used for the Harry Potter movies and artwork.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled Blanket closer to him to hug her, the dog sniffing at him in confusion as he cried over her.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
To make matters worse, the fire powers manifested on the drive home. It was an empty street, nobody else around, when Benji’s arm lit up.
Panicking, he pulled over to the side of the road and desperately tried to pat it out.
“How the fuck is this happening?” he mumbled to himself.
The fire wasn’t going out, it was staying steady on his arm. It wasn’t moving, but it was big. If anyone passed on the street, they’d notice.
Finally, Blanket climbed on him, trapping his arm beneath her.
“Blanket, no!” Benji exclaimed, frantically shoving her off.
The fire was out, and Benji scrambled to check to make sure Blanket hadn’t been burned.
There was no sign of any burns, not even her fur showing signs of being lit on fire. She hadn’t made any noises besides grumbling that he made her move.
Benji breathed a sigh of relief as he saw she was unharmed, but rubbed his eyes out of exhaustion as the realization hit him. His dog could touch fire without being burned. He could spontaneously set himself on fire. They both had superspeed.
It was like out of a comic book.
Don’t be mistaken, Benji loved comic books. But suddenly getting those abilities? That wasn’t supposed to happen.
And yet, it did.