Velocity, Um...yeah

[ironhand]

Book 1

[kacangpool]

ironhand, is this an original character for a fiction? it's pretty good. are you interested in doing a webcomic?

[ironhand]

Yeah this is a guy I drew not too long ago and he's in my story.

And I am already doing 2 webcomics, sorry!
www.drunkduck.com/the__flea

www.drunkduck.com/Quake

[kacangpool]

these are very good, ironhand.

btw check your pm for my reply.

[ironhand]

Thanks and done!

[ironhand]

Velocity
1


“You do know that you have incredible abilities and that your one of the last remaining mutants, right?” Cyclops asks as he stands there looking down on a boy looking up at him, wearing a long brown coat, a stripy shirt and black trousers as he takes in the information, not looking interested whatsoever and just looks like he normally does, bored.

“Yeah, I kinda knew that when you told me a few years ago. Now loads of people have disappeared from the mutant race and you‘re coming back to me.” The boy replies, not giving a care in the world and just staring back, still not at all bothered about what was just told to him.

“Don‘t you realise, kid? You are one of the remaining mutants left on Earth! You still have powers and if you die for some stupid reason what good would all that do? If you join with us you can be safe! Don‘t you realise you have powers?” Cyclops states the truth angrily and very frustrated due to the fact that the boy would not join despite the disaster going on with the mutant race at the time.

“What makes you think I care, dude?” The boy asks, still looking bored and turns around and starts to walk, leaving Cyclops just stood there shocked about what just happened and the boy heads off and turns a corner.

~ 1 Year Later…

“The Civil War has begun. Whose side are you on?” A civilian asks and looks over at the boy beside her and then looks back up at the picture of Iron-man, already taking warmth from him and getting the idea that he is the right side to be on. She smirks then looks at the boy, who looks up at her, not saying anything. The woman awaits an answer from the boy and he looks over at her, staring at her in the eyes as his black hair flops over his brown eyes.

“I’m on the right side.” The boy replies, not properly answering the question as he turns around and starts to walk off down the road and the woman watches him walk off then turns around and looks back up at the picture of Iron-man, then draws her eyes to the picture next to it, showing Captain America. The title underneath Captain America read ‘Is he the right side?’

The boy ignores everything with his mutant powers, he always does. He has to keep on moving, but every night he sits in his bed, looking out of the window at the sky, dreaming about what he could do with his powers and how powerful he could be if he learns how to control them. He thinks that maybe someday he won’t get scared about being a hero and will just look out of the window thinking about it. But so far, for the past 18 years he has been alive, nothing like that has happened.

So that night, he climbs into his bed and gets himself comfy and turns his head, facing the window and he looks up at how beautiful and calm the stars are and smiles to himself. A picture flashes into his mind with the Avengers stood there coming down and then he appears in a costume flying down with bright yellow eyes, flying down with the team.

“Wow…” The boy mutters to himself and his eyes slowly close and his head falls back and his dream of he and The Avengers start once again.

~~~

Name: Thomas Smythe
Codename: Not one as of yet
Age: 16
Height: 5’9
Weight: 132 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Information: Boy does not know UNIT has found interest in him just yet. But will come to the light soon enough.
Powers: Can control the pace time goes at and can stop time if needs be.

“Okay…so ‘Tom’ is it?” A man asks as he walks along the hall with an agent beside him following him, trying to catch up with him. The agent nods his head, looking at the man, who seems to be taking the lead and everything.

“Yes, sir.” The agent replies and walks along with him, the leader ahead and moving quite fast now.

“And he doesn‘t want to be a hero or doesn‘t he know anything about his powers yet or something along those lines?” The leader asks and walks along faster and takes a folder and starts tapping into it and continues to walk it, ready to stop soon.

“We‘re unsure yet, sir. From the information we have though I think he knows everything about his powers but is somewhat ‘scared’ of him using his powers, and doesn‘t want to do anything at all with them.” The agent informs the leader as finally the storming down the hall stops and the two look at one another then back at the files as they stand there and people and other agents pass them or have to move around them as they are stood in the middle of quite a crowded place.

“I don‘t care if he doesn‘t want anything to do with them. Get him and MAKE him want to use them…he needs to work with UNIT as soon as possible, he could save us from many threats with his incredible power.” The leader states clearly and looks at the agent frowning and folds his arms, ready for anything.

~~~

Tom’s eyes slowly open, he sighs as he gets himself to his feet and looks out the window, to see if any of his great stars are out there, but no. They’re not there. It’s late in the morning. Tom sighs to himself and looks around then walks over to see a big heap of clothes on the floor. He picks up a black top and his long brown coat again and puts on his jeans and puts the others on as well. Tom looks in the mirror as his hands get sticky and he spikes his hair up and then smiles looking and admiring himself.

Tom walks down the stairs quite fast and looks around, no one’s there. He walks into one of the other main rooms not finding anyone, hoping to see his mum somewhere as she was there not long ago. He sighs not finding her then walks into yet another room to see his mum sat on a wooden chair talking to a man with agent clothing and the words UNIT on his very shiny badge.

“Um…yes…speaking of him…he‘s right there.” Tom’s mum says as she steadily and nervously points her uncontrollable shaking hand at Tom and the agent turns his head and smiles over at Tom, who weakly smiles back.

“Um…have I done something bad or something?” Tom asks nervously and looks over at the agent, who has a smirk upon his face. Tom just stands there looking over at him.

“No, dear. This nice man was just asking me some questions about you.” Tom’s mum says assuringly and stands up out of her chair and walks past Tom and walks up the stairs slowly and nervously about the agent.

“Yeah. I just need to have a word with you and ask you a couple of questions.” The agent states and Tom nods his head nervously, walking over to join the agent and he pulls out a chair and sits down on it to get ready to answer the questions.

~~~

“So what do you want to ask me, then? Is it something I‘ve done…has something happened?” Tom asks and looks over at the agent who folds his arms and leans back on the chair and then takes out a sheet of paper and starts to write some things down with the small pen.

“No. This isn‘t anything serious. It Is for you and you have to make a decision if you answer the questions given to you.” The agent speaks and looks over at Tom who leans forward, looking quite panicky and worried about everything going on.

“And---um--what the hell is this question?” Tom asks nervously and stammers slightly and then looks for a reply.

“Do you know you have mutant abilities?” The agent asks looking over at Tom, who goes wide eyes.

“Yes. I know…I don‘t want to do anything with them at all though.” Tom replies seriously, looking down no longer nervous as he knows no one will make him budge at all, he’ll never want to use his powers for good or bad and he wants it to keep it all that way.

“What if we told you that we can give you incredible amounts of money to make you and your family rich, can give you A+ in all your tests at school and you don‘t have to turn up and most likely hook you up with a pretty fit chick…also…they‘re top secret…no one would know anything about you. Now what do you say?” The agent taunts and Tom looks up now with wide eyes and he smirks slightly and nods his head, having no second doubts as long as he gets the things what were just promised him he’s alright.

“Ah, I can‘t get hurt really, can I? Not with all the training I‘ve been given. Count me in dude…when do I start?” Tom asks and looks over at the agent who smiles and leans back on the chair and folds his arm with quite a smug smile upon his face.

“We‘ve told your mum everything by the way, she knows you‘re going for a while. Say your goodbyes and stuff and call us when you‘re finally ready…we‘ll train you, and I guess we can be kind enough to get you one of those funky costumes.” The agent states with a smile and Tom nods in agreement, the young boy loving the ideas and suggestions entering his head and he smirks thinking about it all.

The agent reaches into his brown belt and takes out a card and hands it on the table, where Tom picks it up to see the number of the agency, which is quite a long and very complicated number, but if it was top secret, even the phone number would have to be. Tom looks at it for a while then slips it into his pocket and stands up smiling slightly.

~~~

“It was a pleasure talking to you, ma‘am. Thank you for your time and I hope to see or hear from Thomas sometime soon as well. Take care.” The agent says and Tom’s mum smiles and waves him off as he shuts the door with quite a slam and Tom watches him go.

Tom’s mum smiles for a bit then turns around and looks over at Tom with a scowl on her face as she looks at him and folds her arms. He just looks at her blankly, not knowing why she was angry at him for. He just looks at her awaiting her to say what it was she was angry and frustrated about.

“How come you never told me you had superpowers?” Tom’s mum asks sternly and looks over at Tom, who looks to the floor and tries to crack a smile but with everything going on cannot do so for the moment.

“Ur---it‘s a long story…” Tom says looking down and then he looks back up at his mum with a smile on his face.

[ironhand]

Velocity
2


Bang!

“Not bad there, Tom. You‘re getting better. You‘re hitting pretty close to the Bullseye shot now, have one more go and you can be done for the day if you want to.” An agent states watching Tom as he reloads the gun with quite good speeds and points it over at the target, ready to take the shot.

Bang!

“YES!” Tom calls in delight jumping up and down as he watched his bullet hit the target and break through it with ease. The agent smiles at this and pats Tom on the back, who smiles at this and then looks down at his gun, which has some smoke steaming from it from where it was fired.

“Well done, kid. Looks like you‘ve got the hang of this shooting thing now…all you need to do now is sort your time powers out so you can blast a bullet and slow down it and everyone else or whatever.” The agent informs Tom who nods his head smiling and the agent secretly reaches into his pocket and presses a button without Tom noticing.

“Yeah, shall I take a break or am I doing this thing right now or don‘t we have a clue at the moment?” Tom asks the agent, eager to know as the agent turns and looks down on Tom, staring at him in the face. Tom looks back, not smiling but looking serious as the agent just looks back, and silence enters the room for a while.

“I think we have no idea at the moment, all we need to do, in my opinion is…Waitaminute…” The agent mutters near the end as he flinches up at the wall. Suddenly, a car comes crashing through the wall and heading straight for Tom, who flinches, knowing that this could be his last moment if he doesn’t act fast, or slow for that matter.

~ Soon…

“Well done kid. Sorry to scare you doing that test but you did it.” The agent smiles as he looks over at Tom and then he glances back over at the car, which is paused in time and still in the position it was 5 minutes ago. Tom scowls at the agent as rage fuels him and he plunges at the agent, punching him across the face, making the agent take a few steps back, and wipes the blood away like it never happened.

“YOU‘RE TELLING ME THAT IF I DIDN‘T USE MY POWERS YOU WOULD LET THAT CAR HIT ME!? YOU WERE TESTING ME AND IF I FAILED I‘D DIE OR GET SERIOUSLY INJURED?! THAT WHAT YOU‘RE SAYING?!” Tom screams incredibly loud scowling over at the agent as he just stares back, not knowing what exactly he should say, but decides to make it all up and says what needs to be said.

“Yes. That is what I‘m trying to say.” The agent replies looking over at Tom, who frowns angrily, blood over his knuckles from the punch as he pants slightly, annoyed with everything. The agent simply scowls back then gets ready to walk off.

“I COULD HAVE DIED!” Tom screams loudly, wanting to hit the agent again but manages to calm himself down. Tom looks down to the ground and then looks back up, looking over at the agent, who just stares back, not scared of having another punch given to him.

“But you didn’t.” The agent replies fairly calmly as he watched Tom go bright red with pure anger and Tom’s fists scrunch up harder, getting ready to deliver another blow as the agent notices this, but tries not to show that he knows.

Suddenly, Tom swings a punch over at the agent, who speedily bends over, dodging the blow, catching the next fist coming in, bending Tom’s wrist back. Tom leaps back from this and goes in for more blows, the agent dodging each one. The agent slides out of the way then grabs hold of Tom’s wrist, following that by kicking Tom hard in the gut, sending him crash back to the floor, spluttering out small heaps of blood.

“You done?” The agent questions, looking down on Tom, who is on the floor, slowly getting to his feet, annoyed at the car incident and now his own defeat . He grumbles to himself and then nods his head. The agent lifts Tom up and he gets to his feet, scowling at the agent then walks out of the room, walking out and slamming the door hard behind him.

~~~

“Damn kid started throwing punches at me.” The agent growls annoyed sat down on a chair as the leader of UNIT and a group of people all stood around him, looking down on him. The agent looks back up, still calm, knowing that they know he was right, and he also knows It extremely annoyed him.

“We know, we never said that you weren‘t aloud to take him down. The meeting here is to talk about his anger problems, because as he demonstrated, he is fairly strong when angry, maybe we can train him good enough to use that strength, but not the anger…well, it’s worth a try, anyway.” The leader of UNIT states whilst leaning forward over the table, making his face shadowed in the darkness as he looks over at the agent.

“I could try and make him do that, but I‘m not sure if he will even listen to me, he says he doesn‘t trust me whatsoever at the moment. Kids for you, eh?” The agent smiles at his own comment and looks back over at the leader, who doesn’t seem at all amused with anything being said.

“Well, find a way, because we have reason to believe we have a mission coming up for him already and we need him to do this on his own, so you best get him ready or you‘ll be fired and we‘ll easily find someone else.” The leader snaps loudly, pointing his finger over at the agent who slowly nods his head and heads towards the door, ready to do his mission before he found himself out of a job.

~~~

Tom walks along the streets of New York, taking time away from the horrible place of the underground, hidden base. He sighs to himself fairly loudly and continues to move, hands in his fairly large pockets as he strolls along the road with not a care in the world anymore. He closes his eyes as he walks, knowing the place like the back of his hand as he continues to move on, reopening his eyes, to find himself in the place he knew he would be in. Tom’s head turns around, after feeling a little tap on his shoulder. He looks over at the man looking at him, who then smiles.

“Our boss would like a word.” The man states with a sick smile as suddenly a burst of electricity comes from his hands, sending Tom flying across the street, injured but still alive. The people shopping quickly scatter in horror as the man smirks, his hands sparking with electricity, ready to have the fight.