True Origins

Fury was never a trait I could distnace myself from. Ever since I was young, my rage was my fuel. And soon this fuel over flowed. By the time I was old enough to be crowned a Prince, that is the authority of a Prince, my fuel had pretty much become my driving force. That is all I had come to know. That and pride. The pride of being the Prince of my race. And an ever lasting rage. Burning inside me.

I was from a special race. A race of warriors. Proud race we were. That’s all we had ever known. Our fore fathers, and their fore fathers before them, carried the flag of being warriors. The ultimate fighters. And this was all in my blood, my essence. The only addition was, as I have mentioned, my rage.

My abilites as a warrior far exceeded those of my fellowmen. I was unchallenged. I was at the top. No one could touch within a mile. I was the best there was and the best that was ever to be there, for centuries to come. That’s how the script was supposed to be, at least near me. For I was a Prince. The Prince of all. And all bowed to me, to my power. To my abilities. My name was to live on for centuries. At least in this world.

For in the other world, the world after life, everyone knew whose name was to be written for centuries even after mine. The one that had been banished by my father. Out of fear. A fear brought on by his pathetic advisors, wizards. Corrupt lot they were. They were afraid of the fortunes they had seen for the boy. This young soul was to directly clash with their interests. Purely theirs. Nothing to do with anyone else. Their selfish corrupt greed. But we didn’t come to know this till it was too late.

My father, King Amadian, was tricked into believing by these false priests that this boy was the sign and the omen of the devil. And that he would directly destroy the ruling hand of my Father. So convinced was he that he had the entire family ordered and ready for execution. I was too young to remember any of this. But now when I am told of this, the boy, who was almost the same age as me, suddenly was driven by a fire greater than that of rage. A drive of survival and justice. Two things that I have never really had to encounter in my life till now. I had been told about this boy. And I knew that this boy was far better. Far superior to anyone. Which is why they managed to escape, the boy and his family.  My father, the king, ensured that this be removed from the recordings of any sort. He wanted the existance of this boy to be rubbed out of our history. The last we heard the boy was sent away to another world. Far from our own, to protect him from the wrath of my Father and his corrupt priests.

Today, I am standing, questioning my own abilities. Simply because you exist. I, Prince Taramis, am in doubt only because of you. Well I cannot rest, until I find you, and destroy you with my own abilities, to prove that I, the Prince of all, am truly the perfect warrior. And that no one can stand a chance against the likes of me. Not even you, the legendary boy they call ‘Renegade-X’.

Tick , tick , tick…….tick………..tick……………..tick……………………….

“The time keeps going , and that infernal clock keeps reminding me. I wish it would stop. I wish i could make it stop. But thats not in my power. Must be in some damned mutants power on God’s earth. But not in my powers. I wish i had that power. I wish i could stop this timem before it runs out. And this entire city turns to dust and decay… radiation leaking from the ruin. NO!… can’t let that happen. I have to find a way to stop this………this this this … before i explo….”

NNOOOO!!!…. No … what the .. ? .. where am i ? … oh man it was another dream. What the matter with me ? I have been having the same recurring dream, where I explode. I just dont get it. And come to think of it, my powers have been acting a little strange as well. Fluctuating high n low. Is there something wrong with me ? … Am i actually going to explode? .. Probably not, its just a nighmare haunting me again ang again. And there is a good chance my enemies , rather my mortal enemies might be remembering me. Well, back to the real world and … oh man ITS 8:00!!! i am running late for class ! I will have to double time and reach class , and probably fly there. heh. Maybe that stupid dream isn’t about me actually exploding but rather what Mr. Lindstrum might want me to do. I am always late for his Social Ethics class.

ELSEWHERE

Vroom VROOM. Aah , my baby is purring smoothly. Nothing between us and the highway now. Well perhaps the odd unsuspecting victim. Lets say an unsuspecting Trucker perhaps.. hehe. I have made more this week than ever before. Those high society corporate jerkoffs don’t seem to pay attention to my little escapade. Well , not that there have ever been any survivors to tell the tale of their encounters with KINKADE !! .. Heh. . kinkade .. i love that name. They never even know what hit them. Just one of the side perks of having super strength and rage.

Hmm, come to think of it , i could probably do more than just truckers for myself. I think i will hit the city itself tonight. Have some fun there. Jostle up a couple of businesses. Who knows i will probably make my own little tributary thing like that guy in the God Father… oh yea.. Ensuring Protection from any Unfortunate events. That should be fun. I would have nothing to lose.

Twisted…

He sat alone in the shade. The fever was griping him now, and taking over an otherwise rational thought process. But now … it was clouded with voices. One after the other. He had already lost her. What more was there to say ? The voices kept coming at him. Taking him bit by bit. Piece by piece. Tathering through remains of his gray matter. “Your dream is gone.” “Give up”

“Get away from me!!” he shouted out to the baren wild. His voice echoed through the rocks. “Hahaha” … the voices mocked him, laughing at his misery. Helpless and lost. He couldn’t think clearly. Where was he anyway? How did he get here? … and sasha… she was dead. He lost her in his last battle. All he could remember was a hazy image of Nexus. For all he could remember , Nexus was falling falling off the cliff, but he had launched his newly aquired pelan bomb ( a bomb that releases a special gas enzime, and that can kill a person who inhales it, after being griped with rapid fever). And Sarah was standing on the cliff. She enhaled, and she died.

But he wasn’t at the cliff. Where was he ? What happened after that? … “My head..”. Renegade could hardly keep a balance. His head was throbbing. The fever was taking over faster and faster. Then the voice came again. “You couldn’t save her could you?!… you WEAKLING!”

“WHO ARE YOU???” Renegade still couldn’t see the source of his voice. But it still kept coming. “I AM YOU!… YOU ARE ME…. A PART OF ME…. AND NOW ITS TIME FOR PSY-FEAR TO COME BACK AND BE ONE!!!!”

“Psy-Fear.. who the hell is this jackass?” Renegade thought to himself. But he wasn’t in any position to look or face any enemies right now. “A part of him?” … He kept thinking.. as he lay there almost wasted.

Renegade X: The Beggining Part 2

The wind is nice and breezy tonight, the night is calm and quite. No robberies, no gang bangs, no gang wars, no skirmishes, not even a road rage going on. Thats sad, and very very boring. Not that travelling at the height of sky scrapers isnt in itself exciting enuff, but you kind of get bored with it after doing it for the 1 millionth time.

Thats right , the 1 millionth time. ME, Renegade, the denizen of the darkness. The son of the night. Used to be different thou, i think it used to be the son of Justice. Heh, that was ofcourse before, i parted ways with the system. Now , i am just my own , one man good natured freak show who occasionally comes upon certain unruly elements.

I think i will take a break from the flying now. Hey what do you know, i ended up on the same building I started my night time adventures. I can even remember the day i got these powers. I can remember it all very well.

13th January, 1994. It was a mildly warm afternoon in the small small city i lived in. All was pretty much the same. i was just a 9 year old kid back then. I was going back home from school. It was slightly dusty, the road i mean. My friends were all going to the city park, to play probably. I had to go home, help my dad with some painting. I loved working with my dad. It gave us a chance to bond and crap. Suddenly got glimpse of my hand.it was turning red. real red. it was turning into a crymson clad gauntlet. Then i felt hot, so hot i couldnt breath. Stumbling, i tried to grab the tree and burned it. Still remember the imprint of the hand that i left. Then, there was this feeling inside. This strange feeling which i never felt before. It was so overwhelming. Everything started to black out. My body started emating some sort of glow. And then, like everything had reached a boiling point, like a maximum of sorts. I had this urge,this urge….and then it happened. I passed out. I think i must have blacked out for atleast a good couple of hours. When i woke up, everything seemed hazy. Getting back focus seemed hard. When i realized i had focus, only there was nothing to focus on. Everything was gone, everything was disintegrated. As if this was a blast site. The park, the houses, the road….  everything but me. Genius aint required to figure what happened. I was different. I felt more warm. I felt a little woozy. It all came back to me. I didnt know what to do.”DAD!!” I started running towards where my house would have been, only i didnt know where to run to. I still kept running. And i fell to my knees, and i knew my life had changed forever. Then this man came, as if from the sky, as if he glided down.It was almost like a Godsend. That moment felt divine. He just looked at me. I just followed him.I dont know why, but i was just driven to follow him. Driven from inside. Little did i realize then, that my life would change much more than i could possibly imagine. I was no longer a nine year old boy called Brad. I was more than that… I was a renegade. The renegade.

Years later, I started doning a new identity, calling myself Renegade X. One would think that this is a gift, power which can so easily be used.But its not. Its a curse. Its not power, its a weakness. I am a walking time bomb. I can blast like that anytime again. How i gained my curse, I dont know, just that it could come anytime. My only consolation, that i also have powers which i can put to good use, before the fateful day i live to my name. Renegade, traitor, turncoat. Thats what i will be to this universe. A blast of huge proportions. I dont know more than that. I was never told more than that, by that man. I dont know if i should believe him or not, but it doesnt matter, he gave me a life. But flying, and generating heat waves and mini radioactive concussion blasts, is a cool thing to have till then. I, as Renegade X, do as much good as I can, before my curse kicks in. I still dont know who that man was that day, except that he taught me all I know today. He got me a makeshift normal day life, an identity that i could go by. I am just a kid he said. And still am today. I need to complete my education , need to earn a living in order to feed myself. Cant use my powers for that. Cant abuse my powers. Hmm. something to think about really. I used to help the cops out. Until the system’s filth got to me.

Ooh , time to snap out of it , looks like there is a road rage on for tonight after all. Well time for Renegade X to do his self taken duties….. I love this night time, this is my time.

RenegadeX #1 : The Beggining Part 1

Aah , the wind is out tonight, fast and cold. I can see over my shoulders , towards those woeful yet satanic eyes.. just looking at me, as if waiting for me to slip. I look ahead, and all i can see is the twisting trees with there night like monster silhoutes , just waiting for me to pass and then slice me up in 2.

Then all sense of reality comes, and I realize there are the nerds behind my shoulder, and up ahead are the classic, ‘bad boys and girls’ , just looking for a way to start a ‘war of the words’.  I just walk past them. Its all part of the day’s plans for me. I know it will all end , this normality sooner then later. As I drift along the corridor of the main building at the Trinity Campus, the mosst noticable of groups, affiliations or people who fall under the same category name if you like. There are your rockers. The rockers, with their heavy guitars, long hair, goatees and beards. The rockers in their semi circle putting out throught their tools, the music that is in their heads. Their philosphy, through their music. It sounds good at times.
I walk a little ahead , and there come the people best descriebed as the ‘pretenders’. Yes , the pretenders. The collection of some of the most notoriously superficial, egoistic, narcisitic people in the college trying to maintain to their best a superficial group. Brilliant dynamics they must have.
I walk and walk ahead towards the main building, and there are on the way the jocks, the players, the dopers, the nerds and the geeks and the what nots. Even the cheerleaders. The cheerleaders are essentially the same as the pretenders. But slightly more peppy.
Pretty soon , they all forget all of that , and dissappear to their scheduled classes. Well not all of them, some of them anyway. The rest pretty much do the same as they usually do, stay on the campus and try to get a life. Best of luck with that, you jackasses.
After the college is over with its , ‘Prices for hikers’ philosphy, and i dont mean in the teaching sense, my real world can come to play. The night will come, my time will come, and the city will be my giant play ground. Brilliant. I can almost sense the undead knockin at my consciounce. Soon.
Oh, by the way, this isn’t going to be about the rockers or the dopers or the jocks or the nerds. Nor the peppy , ready for sex cheerleaders. Nah, that was all just part of the boring part of life. There’s also me. Brad, just Brad. But not at night, the night is for the renegade…..