//------------------------------// // Fight // Story: InFamous EQG Chronicles of Jeane Book 1: Origins // by Neztrolove //------------------------------// “199...200.” jeane dropped the weight on the ground with a gasp. The clicking of the doctors pen followed by its scratching on the pad and paper. “mr. mallio, your son has made a tremendous recovery in the last two weeks.” the doctor praised the nurse beside him nodding along. Kurt mallio clapped his hands together with a warm smile. “great, my little boy is all better.” “Not exactly mr. mallio.” the doctor corrected, fixing his glasses as he flipped to the backpage. “Although his legs have healed at an incredible rate and his back has no signs of warriness he will still need to slowly and I do mean slowly reingrate stenous activity into his daily regimen.” Kurt nodded his head and turned to his son with concern. “there is nothing to worry about mr. mallio. Though it is rare for someone to recover this fast these are unprecedented events so anything is possible. My suggestion for jeane is for you to do 15 minute walks around the neighborhood once per day and take every other weekend off. After that he should be right as rain.” Jeane listened closely, though he didn’t like them talking about him like he was not there he was glad to be out of the wheelchair. He was happy his legs had returned to their strength and was thankful that his powers had given him the motivation to grow stronger. The boy knew his abilities relied on his physical endurance and energy and so he did small excerises and practices with them along with chugging those energy drinks that his aunt chrysalis gave him. He was close to empty though and would have to buy more from her. The boy smiled at the thought of running again and a daydream of running across the beach next to sunset shimmer flashed through his head. It was clear as day, sunlike hair wrapped in a long pony tail and herself wrapped in a one piece swimsuit running with him. A smile on their faces and maybe holding hands. Jeane couldn’t help but blush when he heard the doctor call his name. “Jeane. I cannot say for sure but I believe the blast has given you a boost in your regenerative abilities and I must it is quite a boon considering what could have happened to you giving what most terrorist attacks do to people.” “thats good doc.” jeane said trying taking a step toward the door. “now im gonna prescribe him some painkillers and these are to be taken only if he suffers a relapse in pain and you must contact me after he takes them to set up an appointment. If it gets bad enough call the emergency room and they will be there.” Kurt hugged the doctor and held him tight. “Thanks doc, you take such good care of us.” “There there, its the least I can do. I mean your wife helped me out back when I was in med school by giving me an internship with the fbi, its the least I could do.” Jeanes ears perked up upon hearing what the doctor said. What would his mother think. Her little boy invovled in a terrorist attack, strange healing anamolies, and potential discovery of his abilities. The boy shivered. Whitney mallio was a lot of things, beautiful, smart, strong, fierce, and deadly but above all else she was a force of nature when it came to opposition. She was not one you said no too especially if you are her son or husband. Jeane rarely saw her but when she came home it was like they were all in her personal bootcamp. Everything had up to her standards of cleaniless, food had to be eaten at the table and everyone was in bad by 8:30 and no later. She was a tyrant in her house hold. He would be lying if he said that his own mother put the fear of god in him, but he also felt like their was something missing. She was good provider and their family wanted for nothing but jeane needed a mother figure in his life. Someone kind and caring. When whitney didn’t fill that role he felt lost and that was when he and chrysalis became close. The boy shook his head. His mother would find out eventually he was sure but until then he could practice and learn. Maybe if he can master his powers before she comes back he could ask her to teach him the ways of her trade and he could be a government super hero and save people while being praised. Jeane thought back to the comic event which brought back the golden age character Red stripe a patriotic hero who was a mutat able to manipulate fabric which though he thought was a useful power discovered an ancient chinese master who taught him how to use a bladed scarf and how to use his powers for his country. The hero was seen as a true american hero and one who put innovation over birthright. Someday I hope to be an inspiration to my government. He thought as he did some finishing stretches. “Alright what I want from you is your daily routine of pushups, situps, and plenty of water preferably on ice in case you have as yet unforeseen throat damage okay.” the doctor instructed with an easy smile. The boy nodded his head. “thanks doc.” Jeane walked down the halls of the hospital with his father as he watched the patients coughed uncontrollable. The boy walked down and then bumped into a man in black suit. “Sorry mister.” Jeane froze as he felts the mans hateful glare under his sun glasses. “just watch where your going brat.” the man scoffed storming away. Jeane noticed him hid something big inside his shirt. Jeane frowned as he watched the man run off. I don’t like that guy… hes suspicion. Jeane felt a kind hand rest on his shoulder. “don’t worry about that guy jeane. We’ve got celebrating to do.” kurt cheered leading his son into the elevator. It was oddly quite once they were out of sight of others. “I spoke with your mother today.” kurt deadpanned. “Oh? What did she say.” “A lot actually. Yelled more like it. She darn near shouted my ear off.” “its gonna be heck on earth when she comes home.” “Yeah it is. but luckily she is still investigating the theft of government tech from the pentagon and says it will take at least a month so we’re clear until summer at least.” “there is that at least.” jeane replied disappointed. “look buddy, I know you wish she would be more invovled in your life but she is doing very important business. You have to make sacrifices to save the free world.” kurt didn’t sound so convinced. “I’ll make sure shes there for your birthday at least.” “okay dad.” “Now enough moping around we have a slice of celebration cake to eat… its your favorite, red velvet!” the man exclaimed. Jeane smiled at that. At least he still had his dad and no matter how scary his mom may be at least he will still have his dad. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- the car ride hide was one filled with bad singing and good cheer. Jeane dad was notorious for breaking into song when his favorite bands came on ad jeane couldn’t help but join him even though they were both tone deaf. The two pulled up to the driveway and stopped the car. Jeane opened the door and for the first time in over two weeks stretched his legs for a good long time. The boy let his muscles relax as he could finally walk again. You never know how bad you love walking until you can no longer do it. Jeane then turned toward the road taking several steps down the driveway. “Where you going Jeane?” Kurt asked. “I think ill take a walk around the nieghborhood. Is that okay dad?” Kurt smiled. “it sure is son. Just be back before sundown or im eating all this cake by myself.” Jeane chuckled at his fathers humor then gave him a thumbs up. Jeane decided back when he received his powers he would test their abilities on him after he was better. He took a stroll until he was out of sight of his father and chrysalis house so they couldn’t stop him. The boy then took a runners start. One breath in, one out. The boy charged forward running across the pavement and letting the win touch his hair. Now time for a new test of power. Jeane decided to try and make himself lighter as he found that the powers make him lighter/heavier which made his powers more easily identifiable. The boy dashed forward as his body had lost much wind resistance. It wasnt long until the boy felt his legs hurt and his breathing stumble as he decided to stop himself. The boy leaned over and heaved. He then turned his head up and noticed the big skyscraper in front of him. He looked around and noticed that he was back in downtown. He saw the bridge to the east, the big buildings, and of course the paved crosswalk. This would take about ten minutes to drive here. The boy thought noticing a sign which read Wrap up avenue and ho down corner which was the first street jeane passed In downtown on his way to school during his walks. The boy let out a cheer. Im getting stronger… pretty soon ill be a real hero. A rumble in his stomach brought to attention his hunger. The boy ruffled in his bag and pulled out a bottle of the energy drink, his last bottle. He chugged It down and felt his energy be restored. Ill have to ask aunt chrysalis whats in these things. Jeane had tried other energy drinks to see if they had the same effect but they didn’t nearly give him the boost like these. The boy then decided to do a lap around the neighborhood to see how many he could do before tiring. Breath in and out then run. The boy speed around corners and hallways keeping track. Alright one city block, 20 laps in 10 minutes, that is 2 laps per minute… a new record and I still have energy to spare. Im definetly building up endurance. The boy smiled as as he leapt in air. He turned the bridge to return to his father when he felt a disturbance. The boy rolled onto he road then quickly turned to see a dust cloud in the distance. The boy could make out a shape of a tall muscular man with a bulls head stomping toward jeane. The boy could feel the earthshake below his feet as the man stepped out of the cloud. He was seven feet tall wore a blue luchadors bull mask and tight spandex pants and boots. He didn’t wear a shirt showing up his rippling muscles. “what are you?” Jeane asked. The man leapt forward punching jeane in the gut making him cough blood sending the boy flying back a couple feet. “I… am the worlds strongest conduit.” he boasted yelling to the top of his lungs. Conduit? Does he mean like power conductors. Jeane thought as the flexed his muslce sending a huge burst of wind sending him back a little more. “whats the matter kid? Use all your power for theatrics or are you just that weak? What even is your conduit source?” the bull man taunted closing the distance staring down at the 5 foot even jeane. The boy took a step back. He didn’t understand half of what this guy was saying but he knew if he didn’t come up with a plan soon he would be as good as dead and It would be painful. Jeane leapt back but the bullman took a step and was back to being face to face with naruto. The boy couldn’t think straight he had never been in a straight fight before and his legs felt like jelly. He could hardly stand and his gut hurt from being attacked. “you gonna throw a punch or what. I thought you were a conduit… I kinda was counting you putting up a fight.” Jeane prepared himself in a stance. The bullma lifted his fist and slammed it toward jeane stopping just short of his face causing a mass shockwave to push him on his butt. The boy frowned as he stared up at the scowling face of the masked bull. “Pathethic. Your not worth my time. I was hoping for a worthy foe but all I got was some up jumped school boy. Go back home wimp and don’t get in my way or I will crush you.” iron will turned around stopping abrubtly. He smiled as a woman walked dressed in joggers pants and a sports bra paced at the crosswalk waiting for it to turn green. “Excuse me brat, I got me a hot piece of ass to smooze.” he leapt flying high in the air jumping down in front of the woman. “Hey baby, what do you say we go back to my place.” he asked grabbing her arm. The woman screamed trying futilely to escape. “don’t be frigid, it would be an honor for you to be my arm candy. Now come on give me a kiss.” He said lifting her up. “No! I have a husband! Let me go!” she cried. “Help! Someone help me!” “No here to help you. Now shut up and enjoy this.” Blast hit the bull man in the head causing smoke and fabric to fly. The woman dropped on the ground and immediately fled. The bull turned his gaze toward jeane who held his hand like a finger gun breathing heavily. The boy took a step back. “my mask! I worked weeks on that! You just made the two biggest mistakes of your life, kid.” the bull man yelled, revealing his face as the smoke cleared. “I know you… your that janitor from CHS… iron will. You have super powers too!” jeane exclaimed. Iron will smirked getting in a charging bull stance. “indeed I do.” the man charged using his forehead as a battering ram to hit jeane. The boy used his power to make himself lighter and sidestepped iron will with not a second to spare. The boy slammed his body against the bridge breathing heavily as he noticed a hole where he once stood as iron will had punched downward. That could’ve been my head. The boy thought, hyperventilating. Iron will let out a horrid shout as he cackled like a mad man. “oh yeah! Im the strongest conduit in the world! No one can beat me.” the man flexed his muscles making the bridge itself unstable with each flex as he set shockwaves across the bridge. “to think just last month I was a down on his luck motivational speaker and now after one well placed explosion I am a god of masculinity and strength. Now all I have to do is find me a few nice girls to join my harem and then I can take over the entirety of canterlot.” Jeane aimed for his head once again planning to knock him out while he was bragging. “Oh no you don’t brat… you die now!” iron will clapped his hands sending a huge wave of force nearly cutting the bridge in have and sending jeane over the bridge into the creek below. The boy could hardly think before the rumble collapsed on him. Crushing the boy as his vision faded. Darn it, I couldn’t even land a single hit. The boy was on the verge of tears but then strangely a calm came over him. But I didn’t run. Back when I didn’t have powers I would see something like this and turn tail but I fought back and I saved that woman. The boy saddened thinking how iron will may still be a danger I pray there is a third what did he call them… conduit who will stop him. Jeanes vision darkened as he felt his eyes grow heavy. Sorry dad, aunt chrysalis, looks like I aint coming home. The last thing jeane saw was a bright light proceeded by the muffled voice of a shadowy figure then darkness. Is this heaven? He thought as he felt himself lifted off the ground.