I'm just misunderstood. No one gets it! I always tried so hard to be as good as my brother James, but it never worked. He's two years older than me, and better at almost everything. I work out, he works out harder. I get straight A's in school with honors, so does he, but the teachers send home letters to Mom ad Dad saying how GREAT he is, not me. He's on the football team, quarterback. I sit on the bench. I work as a busser, he's a waiter. Everybody loves my brother, I'm just the tag along.
"Oh you look so much like your brother!", "Oh you sound like him", "Why can't you be as funny as your brother?", "How come you don't have a car like your brother?". It's always about him! He's first in everything in my family, he's just so damned superior! Mom and Dad shower him with attention. I get shafted. They ask him everything about his day, and hardly anything for me at all. I could leave the dinner table and they wouldn't notice.
Things got a lot different though, and fast. I was working at the restaurant one night and started bussing table 29, where a couple of rough guys had been, when I noticed something on the seat. It was a small metal case, like an old cigarette holder. I picked it up, and threw it in my apron pocket in case they came back and forgot about it.
The end of the night came around, and I was heading home, when I remembered what was in my apron. I pulled it out, and opened it up to see what was inside for sure, expecting cigarettes. But instead I found long glass cylinders with short needles at the ends. I looked over one of the capsules and stared at the greenish liquid inside. I rolled it over in my fingers and read the side.
'Superdine'
I nearly rolled my car onto the sidewalk. I put the capsule back in the case and started to panick. What if Dad found it? What if James found out about it? Will the drugs show up in my pee test for the team? What if those guys come back to the restaurant looking for their stuff? A million questions rolled through my mind, when the lights started to flash behind me. A cop! Without even realizing it I had started speeding. I pulled over and the cop came out and walked to my car carefully. I rolled down my window and he shone his flashlight in on me, and over the car. It shone on the superdine case for a moment and I panicked even more.
"License and registration please."
I pulled it out from the glove compartment and gave him my license. I stared fearfully at him, not knowing what to say. "Do you have any unregistered metahuman abilites I should be aware of?" he asked.
"N... No sir." I stammered.
He pulled his book out and started to write. "I'm citing you for speeding, you were going 65 in a 35 zone. Please sign here, signing is not admitting you did anything wrong or your guilt." I signed the ticket and he handed me back everything. "Have a nice night son." The officer turned and walked back to his car, then pulled away. I sat in shock. I couldn't believe it, he hadn't noticed or cared about the Superdine case! I felt so relieved, until I stared at the ticket. I could'nt believe it, how could I be so stupid?! James had NEVER gotten a ticket! This was going to be so terrible! I drove home, kicking myself all the way.
I got home and went into Dad's study, where he was reading.
"Dad, I got a ticket, I'm really sorry." James was studyng at the desk and turned around, frowning. I felt him looking at me, judging me, laughing, because I was such a failure. Dad looked over the ticket. "Not to worry Shawn, I'll have Shane over at the firm take care of it. Won't even be on your record." James turned around, and Dad went back to reading. In his voice... it was there. He didn't say it, but he was comparing me to James.
"But James never gets any tickets!" I yelled. They both looked at me again with my outburst, and Mom came in from the hall.
"What?" James asked.
"So? It's ok son." Dad said. Mom looked at me, I could tell she was judging me too.
"It's not ok Dad! You always compare me to James and now this is one more thing you can add on to it! You always think he's better than me, he's always the superior one! For once I want to be the important one! I want to be the favorite son! I want you to love me as much as you love him! Quit judging me and comparing me to him!" I just screamed it all out, then ran out of the room, pushing past Mom and upstairs into my bedroom, slamming the door. I laid on my bed, angry, crying. I hate them all so much! I hate my brother!
A while later my door knocked a little, and James came in.
"Can I sit down?" he said. I didn't answer, and he pulled my desk chair over to the bed. "Mom and Dad don't love me more. They don't compare you to me or anything bro. I'm not superior. I graduate this year, ya know? The next two years, they are all you. One day, you'll have your chance to shine." I glared at him, every word making me hate him more. I wanted my time now!
"Get out." James got up and left my room, and I rolled over in bed, pulling the sheets over me. I shifted around trying to get comfortable, but I was just so angry. I felt something jabbing me, and took out my apron and the metal case of superdine. I sat up and looked at the case, and it smiled back at me in the moonlight. There were 13 of the capsules, so perfectly cylindrical, and the green drug took an eerie look in the night.
I hopped out of bed and sat down at my computer, and googled everything I could on Superdine, reading it's side effects. I read every link, every news article, every scientific bit. All I learned was how 'dangerous' it could be, if taken in excess. So I looked up the side effects. Loss of motor functions, brain cell depletion, skin tinting green, the orcish faces those trolls get. I spent almost all night there, taking notes.
The next day I got up before everyone, and went to Paragon University. I walked into the chemistry lab and headed inside. I got a few looks from some people, but no one bothered me. I took out a single cylinder of superdine, and began to analyze it, putting years of hard studying and schoolwork to use. The next three months, everything I had was there. Every day I worked on it, trying to crack it, make it better. My grades dropped, and I was kicked off the team, and lost my job. Mom and Dad kept asking what was wrong, and grounded me. I learned to get the mail from that point on, and they never knew when I was expelled. James was so into himself and his own superior life he didn't even notice, and no one cared enough to ask him where I went. I barely ate, and barely slept too, but it paid off. Three months of hard work, and I finally had it. I watched the last chemical sequences fall into place, and tint the superdine from green to red. I scrambled and took my notebook and notes, where I kept everything, and my new superdine, and ran from the lab.
I had to test it now. But where. I went to the park down the street from my house, and sat down. On the outskirts of Paragon City I didn't need to worry about anyone bothering me. I pulled out the first capsule, and without second thought, plunged it into my arm. The capsule emptied itself into me, and I went numb in the arm.
Had I done it wrong? What was it doing? My arm turned numb all the way up to my shoulder, then my chest. My legs turned to jelly and I collapsed to the ground, then as suddenly as it came, it went, replaced by a indescribable rush. Every muscle in my body came alive, like pure adrenaline surging into me! I felt my muscles bulge and grow. Bruises on my arms began to fade, and my back no longer hurt from sitting in lab benches and computer chairs for so long. I felt so strong, so fast, as if I could do anything!
I wanted to test myself. Looking around I picked up the parkbench, and hurled it as far as I could, it landed nearly 50 feet away! It's amazing! If you could only feel the rush I'm takling about! Know I knew why trolls and everyone else did Superdine! I ran around the park, smashing benches, fountains, I uprooted a few small trees. I ran the entire park in less than 5 minutes, twice! I was so powerful! For about two hours, I terrorized the park.
As I started to get tired, I ran home and crashed into bed, hard. I felt my new strength fading, and I was slowing down. I puked on the floor a few times before I passed out. I barely recall Dad trying to wake me up. When he figured out I was sick, he sent in Mom. She took care of me, cleaned up my vomit, and brought me some water and soup. I could barely move, or do anything. All I thought about was Superdine. I needed more. I wanted more. I had to have it.
When I finally work up it was about 1 in the afternoon, and no one was home. I got up and checked myself out. The superdine had bulked my muscles up, I looked stronger than James! I loved it. But I felt weak, slow. I pulled out my perfected superdine, only two capsules left. I popped one, and felt the rush, the power! This was better than anything. This was SuperiorDine. And it's mine. I sat down, my accelerated metabloism and mind working, and thought it out. It would cost me nearly $300 to make a refine a single vial of SuperiorDine. No way I could raise that money just working a regular job. I'd have to do something... drastic. Maybe I could sell it? No, than everyone would be Superior. I thought a hundred things out... and then it hit me.
The bank.
I pulled on a shirt and jeans, my shoes and went to my closet, pulling out my ski mask. Low grade, but it would work. Before I left, I memorized the SuperiorDine formulae, and then destroyed the notebook. Now it will ALWAYS be only mine.
Things kinda ran blurry from there. Popping another Superiordine, I headed out to the bank... and... I remember the bank, and knocking out the security, getting the cash. I ran home, James, Mom and Dad were all there. Dad asked me what I was doing, and James too. I told them now *I* was the superior one, not James. We argued... James came to me, trying to say something. I grabbed him up with a single hand, and snapped his neck. The comparison was over forever, now there was only me! Dad ran to James of course, not caring about me, and started screaming... he kept yelling, I couldn't handle it. Mom was calling the cops, and before I knew what happened I was standing over her body, the phone crushed in my hand. Dad sat there blubbering. I just laughed at him.
The cops came to stop me but their bullets only caused small bruises. I hurt them too. More were coming when my Superiordine faded on me, and I couldn't help but be dragged off. If I could have just had some more of it!
In jail I struggled a lot without the Superiordine. I was sick almost everyday, and I began to prematurely age. Some guys had a low grade SuperDine available, and I'd take some of that to keep my strength up. The sickos in the Zig always called me 'The Boy' to make fun of me since I'm only 16. When the breakout happened, I was one of the few who escaped, and I'm on my own now, for the first time in my life. My Superiordine keeps me strong, fast, smart. It puts me back to looking a few years younger than I am. I don't care if I'm addicted, because I can stop if I need to. I can make a new serum to get me off and keep my good looks and strength and speed... I'm, I'm working on that now. This thing in the Rogue Isles is just to let me work, get some cash before I can finish my product and make it perfect. Make it better. I'm better than these people here, they're all criminals, not me. I only started taking this stuff to be better than James, not for some petty reasons like these criminals do. I only took it so I wasn't so weak. I don't deserve to be locked up. I'm better than these people, I'm superior. I'm just misunderstood.
Superior Boy level 10 (growing quick) SS/Inv Brute
Roleplayed as a 16 year old drug addict, thinks he's better than almost all the other villains he meets, addicted to SuperiorDine that he makes.
Comments welcome!
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Hey, that was great! Teenage drug adict... classic. But with an added twist. Superpowers. Awesome, write more!
I'm just misunderstood. No one gets it! I always tried so hard to be as good as my brother James, but it never worked. He's two years older than me, and better at almost everything. I work out, he works out harder. I get straight A's in school with honors, so does he, but the teachers send home letters to Mom ad Dad saying how GREAT he is, not me. He's on the football team, quarterback. I sit on the bench. I work as a busser, he's a waiter. Everybody loves my brother, I'm just the tag along.
"Oh you look so much like your brother!", "Oh you sound like him", "Why can't you be as funny as your brother?", "How come you don't have a car like your brother?". It's always about him! He's first in everything in my family, he's just so damned superior! Mom and Dad shower him with attention. I get shafted. They ask him everything about his day, and hardly anything for me at all. I could leave the dinner table and they wouldn't notice.
Things got a lot different though, and fast. I was working at the restaurant one night and started bussing table 29, where a couple of rough guys had been, when I noticed something on the seat. It was a small metal case, like an old cigarette holder. I picked it up, and threw it in my apron pocket in case they came back and forgot about it.
The end of the night came around, and I was heading home, when I remembered what was in my apron. I pulled it out, and opened it up to see what was inside for sure, expecting cigarettes. But instead I found long glass cylinders with short needles at the ends. I looked over one of the capsules and stared at the greenish liquid inside. I rolled it over in my fingers and read the side.
'Superdine'
I nearly rolled my car onto the sidewalk. I put the capsule back in the case and started to panick. What if Dad found it? What if James found out about it? Will the drugs show up in my pee test for the team? What if those guys come back to the restaurant looking for their stuff? A million questions rolled through my mind, when the lights started to flash behind me. A cop! Without even realizing it I had started speeding. I pulled over and the cop came out and walked to my car carefully. I rolled down my window and he shone his flashlight in on me, and over the car. It shone on the superdine case for a moment and I panicked even more.
"License and registration please."
I pulled it out from the glove compartment and gave him my license. I stared fearfully at him, not knowing what to say. "Do you have any unregistered metahuman abilites I should be aware of?" he asked.
"N... No sir." I stammered.
He pulled his book out and started to write. "I'm citing you for speeding, you were going 65 in a 35 zone. Please sign here, signing is not admitting you did anything wrong or your guilt." I signed the ticket and he handed me back everything. "Have a nice night son." The officer turned and walked back to his car, then pulled away. I sat in shock. I couldn't believe it, he hadn't noticed or cared about the Superdine case! I felt so relieved, until I stared at the ticket. I could'nt believe it, how could I be so stupid?! James had NEVER gotten a ticket! This was going to be so terrible! I drove home, kicking myself all the way.
I got home and went into Dad's study, where he was reading.
"Dad, I got a ticket, I'm really sorry." James was studyng at the desk and turned around, frowning. I felt him looking at me, judging me, laughing, because I was such a failure. Dad looked over the ticket. "Not to worry Shawn, I'll have Shane over at the firm take care of it. Won't even be on your record." James turned around, and Dad went back to reading. In his voice... it was there. He didn't say it, but he was comparing me to James.
"But James never gets any tickets!" I yelled. They both looked at me again with my outburst, and Mom came in from the hall.
"What?" James asked.
"So? It's ok son." Dad said. Mom looked at me, I could tell she was judging me too.
"It's not ok Dad! You always compare me to James and now this is one more thing you can add on to it! You always think he's better than me, he's always the superior one! For once I want to be the important one! I want to be the favorite son! I want you to love me as much as you love him! Quit judging me and comparing me to him!" I just screamed it all out, then ran out of the room, pushing past Mom and upstairs into my bedroom, slamming the door. I laid on my bed, angry, crying. I hate them all so much! I hate my brother!
A while later my door knocked a little, and James came in.
"Can I sit down?" he said. I didn't answer, and he pulled my desk chair over to the bed. "Mom and Dad don't love me more. They don't compare you to me or anything bro. I'm not superior. I graduate this year, ya know? The next two years, they are all you. One day, you'll have your chance to shine." I glared at him, every word making me hate him more. I wanted my time now!
"Get out." James got up and left my room, and I rolled over in bed, pulling the sheets over me. I shifted around trying to get comfortable, but I was just so angry. I felt something jabbing me, and took out my apron and the metal case of superdine. I sat up and looked at the case, and it smiled back at me in the moonlight. There were 13 of the capsules, so perfectly cylindrical, and the green drug took an eerie look in the night.
I hopped out of bed and sat down at my computer, and googled everything I could on Superdine, reading it's side effects. I read every link, every news article, every scientific bit. All I learned was how 'dangerous' it could be, if taken in excess. So I looked up the side effects. Loss of motor functions, brain cell depletion, skin tinting green, the orcish faces those trolls get. I spent almost all night there, taking notes.
The next day I got up before everyone, and went to Paragon University. I walked into the chemistry lab and headed inside. I got a few looks from some people, but no one bothered me. I took out a single cylinder of superdine, and began to analyze it, putting years of hard studying and schoolwork to use. The next three months, everything I had was there. Every day I worked on it, trying to crack it, make it better. My grades dropped, and I was kicked off the team, and lost my job. Mom and Dad kept asking what was wrong, and grounded me. I learned to get the mail from that point on, and they never knew when I was expelled. James was so into himself and his own superior life he didn't even notice, and no one cared enough to ask him where I went. I barely ate, and barely slept too, but it paid off. Three months of hard work, and I finally had it. I watched the last chemical sequences fall into place, and tint the superdine from green to red. I scrambled and took my notebook and notes, where I kept everything, and my new superdine, and ran from the lab.
I had to test it now. But where. I went to the park down the street from my house, and sat down. On the outskirts of Paragon City I didn't need to worry about anyone bothering me. I pulled out the first capsule, and without second thought, plunged it into my arm. The capsule emptied itself into me, and I went numb in the arm.
Had I done it wrong? What was it doing? My arm turned numb all the way up to my shoulder, then my chest. My legs turned to jelly and I collapsed to the ground, then as suddenly as it came, it went, replaced by a indescribable rush. Every muscle in my body came alive, like pure adrenaline surging into me! I felt my muscles bulge and grow. Bruises on my arms began to fade, and my back no longer hurt from sitting in lab benches and computer chairs for so long. I felt so strong, so fast, as if I could do anything!
I wanted to test myself. Looking around I picked up the parkbench, and hurled it as far as I could, it landed nearly 50 feet away! It's amazing! If you could only feel the rush I'm takling about! Know I knew why trolls and everyone else did Superdine! I ran around the park, smashing benches, fountains, I uprooted a few small trees. I ran the entire park in less than 5 minutes, twice! I was so powerful! For about two hours, I terrorized the park.
As I started to get tired, I ran home and crashed into bed, hard. I felt my new strength fading, and I was slowing down. I puked on the floor a few times before I passed out. I barely recall Dad trying to wake me up. When he figured out I was sick, he sent in Mom. She took care of me, cleaned up my vomit, and brought me some water and soup. I could barely move, or do anything. All I thought about was Superdine. I needed more. I wanted more. I had to have it.
When I finally work up it was about 1 in the afternoon, and no one was home. I got up and checked myself out. The superdine had bulked my muscles up, I looked stronger than James! I loved it. But I felt weak, slow. I pulled out my perfected superdine, only two capsules left. I popped one, and felt the rush, the power! This was better than anything. This was SuperiorDine. And it's mine. I sat down, my accelerated metabloism and mind working, and thought it out. It would cost me nearly $300 to make a refine a single vial of SuperiorDine. No way I could raise that money just working a regular job. I'd have to do something... drastic. Maybe I could sell it? No, than everyone would be Superior. I thought a hundred things out... and then it hit me.
The bank.
I pulled on a shirt and jeans, my shoes and went to my closet, pulling out my ski mask. Low grade, but it would work. Before I left, I memorized the SuperiorDine formulae, and then destroyed the notebook. Now it will ALWAYS be only mine.
Things kinda ran blurry from there. Popping another Superiordine, I headed out to the bank... and... I remember the bank, and knocking out the security, getting the cash. I ran home, James, Mom and Dad were all there. Dad asked me what I was doing, and James too. I told them now *I* was the superior one, not James. We argued... James came to me, trying to say something. I grabbed him up with a single hand, and snapped his neck. The comparison was over forever, now there was only me! Dad ran to James of course, not caring about me, and started screaming... he kept yelling, I couldn't handle it. Mom was calling the cops, and before I knew what happened I was standing over her body, the phone crushed in my hand. Dad sat there blubbering. I just laughed at him.
The cops came to stop me but their bullets only caused small bruises. I hurt them too. More were coming when my Superiordine faded on me, and I couldn't help but be dragged off. If I could have just had some more of it!
In jail I struggled a lot without the Superiordine. I was sick almost everyday, and I began to prematurely age. Some guys had a low grade SuperDine available, and I'd take some of that to keep my strength up. The sickos in the Zig always called me 'The Boy' to make fun of me since I'm only 16. When the breakout happened, I was one of the few who escaped, and I'm on my own now, for the first time in my life. My Superiordine keeps me strong, fast, smart. It puts me back to looking a few years younger than I am. I don't care if I'm addicted, because I can stop if I need to. I can make a new serum to get me off and keep my good looks and strength and speed... I'm, I'm working on that now. This thing in the Rogue Isles is just to let me work, get some cash before I can finish my product and make it perfect. Make it better. I'm better than these people here, they're all criminals, not me. I only started taking this stuff to be better than James, not for some petty reasons like these criminals do. I only took it so I wasn't so weak. I don't deserve to be locked up. I'm better than these people, I'm superior. I'm just misunderstood.
Superior Boy level 10 (growing quick) SS/Inv Brute
Roleplayed as a 16 year old drug addict, thinks he's better than almost all the other villains he meets, addicted to SuperiorDine that he makes.
Comments welcome!